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!

"We present to You, the only Sun in the world, the Divine Artifact granted by the Chief Divine for the Kingdom to rule over all!"


Hearing this, Xiulote was taken aback, his heart stirred. His expression remained calm as usual, and he nodded with a smile.


"Rise! You are all heroes of the Kingdom and the Alliance!"


Upon his words, the two Master Casters and technical officials stood up, waiting for the King's order. A few steps away, Bertade watched the scene with a calm demeanor, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.


The smoke cleared, and the Bronze Cannon shone with a golden light once again. The King sniffed and asked in a deep voice.


"Tilipi, what is the success rate of casting Tiger Squat Cannons? If there is an ample supply of copper, how many can be cast in a month?"


Tilipi stretched out his fingers and pondered for a long while.


Chapter 372: The Creation of the Military Workshops, the Rain God Tiger Squat Cannon!_2