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 southern lands teemed with life. The green leaves never fell throughout the year, and flowers continued to bloom after the fall, adding a touch of color to the twilight.


Outside Otto City's military camp, seven thousand Imperial Guard Legion stood in a single line. Mexica Samurai, Prepetcha Samurai, Otomi Warriors, warriors of the Tecos Tribe, Guajili red-haired Hunters... Elite warriors from all tribes across the lands gathered under the King's command. Each of them wore a grim expression, donned in Copper Armor, gripping bronze weapons, many with Longbows and Javelins slung across their backs.


After resting in the Capital City, the Imperial Guard Legion expanded to seven thousand men, and the proportion of Copper Armor had also increased to eighty percent. At this moment, one could see nothing but a golden "ocean," brimming with the power of metal.


Chapter 378: The Roaring Cannons, The Most Magnificent Movement