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 setting sun dipped toward the end of the Great River, infusing the red and yellow heavens and earth, casting a lengthy silhouette of the Rivermouth Fortress. The twilight rested on the center of the fortress where a magnificent residence stood. Several hundred samurai in copper armor guarded it closely, with dozens of Guajili chieftains waiting at the entrance.


The residence had spacious front and rear courtyards. In the front yard, bonfires were set up, cooking turkeys, roasting deer legs, steaming red crabs, and boiling fish soup. Dozens of skilled servants were bustling about preparing for the banquet. The scent of spices mixed with the aroma of food, wafting afar, tantalizing the palate.


Chapter 362: Three Generals and the Legion