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!

Upon hearing these words, Xiulote's heart shuddered. His expression was icy as he glanced indifferently at the elderly Priest, Teya.


Sensing the King's murderous intent, Priest Teya's knees went weak, and he collapsed directly to the ground, pleading in a low voice.


"Your Majesty, I, I was wholeheartedly serving the Kingdom; I knew nothing about Arno's matter!"


Xiulote paid no attention to the elderly Priest. He remained expressionless, suppressing the fear in his heart, and scoffed.


"Heh, Axolotl, to think that among the Canine Descendants someone like you would emerge! To avenge Chichika, you managed to deceive everyone, getting this close to me?"


Hearing this, Bertade's face showed shame. Silently gripping his Bronze Sword, he fixed his gaze on Axolotl's neck, like a Jaguar poised to hunt.


Axolotl trembled all over. He felt the breath of death closing in.


Watching his old rival's performance, Ozoma scoffed with disdain.


Chapter 369 The Death of Axolotl