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 howling of monkeys and the disturbance of vipers were accompanied by distant wolf howls carried by the wind. In Hand Snake City in the southwestern mountains, the Noble Chiefs were in a state of panic.


Just half a day ago, over a thousand Tekos heading north to support were ambushed thirty miles north of the city by enemies. Thousands of barbarians from the north burst out of the undulating woods, launching a sudden attack on the Tekos warriors. With their hair dyed red and emitting chilling howls, they terrified the tribal civilians. They fired precise Feathered Arrows, killing the lead chieftain and sowing chaos and fear. Flanking from the sides, their numbers growing, they struck at the vulnerable flanks... The warriors could only resist for a quarter of an hour before their forces completely collapsed!


Chapter 395 Black Wolf Kill