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!

"Keka and Ozoma... order them to reorganize the Red Frog and Red Monkey legions."


The King pondered for a while and decided to solve the problem once and for all by completely dispersing these tribal warriors.


"Enlist all tribal warriors into the flags! Then, each small flag will provide 40 men, and each large flag will provide 400 men, producing 6,000 warriors from fifteen large flags, forming six battalions. Divide these 6,000 into two groups, assigning them to Keka and Ozoma!"


Bertade's expression shifted. He cautiously advised.


"No destruction, no construction! Without demolishing the old wooden towers, new stone houses cannot be built. Sixty thousand Guajili tribespeople were defeated and captured, transported to the south, and they have just been settled; now is the best opportunity!"


Xiulote's eyes gleamed with determination, and his tone was resolute.


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