Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America!

The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years!

But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America!

Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The azure sky was cloudless, and the bright sun shone brilliantly, casting glimmering waves over the South Atlantic. The ocean was vast and boundless, the horizon open and endless, with no sign of human life for thousands of miles.


Three caravels from the Kingdom of Portugal were sailing on the deserted sea, pushing the boundaries of the known world. In the intense sunlight and sparkling waves, they pursued the path of the wind, searching for elusive hope. The south of the African continent was so vast and desolate, it seemed to have no end.


The exploratory fleet set out from the mouth of the Congo River, heading south, crossing the Equator into the highlands of Lower Guinea. By now, they had sailed more than four thousand miles and arrived at the deserts of Namibia.


Groups of Namibian seals frolicked freely along the coast, chasing the delicious schools of fish. The Benguela Current rose here, creating a rare and bountiful fishing ground in the middle of the "blue desert."


Chapter 359: The End of 1485, The Death of Diogo