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!

Trusted aide Mavik pursed his lips and nodded with difficulty, complying. The Legion Commander's will was unchangeable. Thankfully, although the villagers had to leave their homeland, their lives should be spared. The entire southern mountain area would fall into famine next, so leaving earlier wasn't necessarily bad...


Mavik comforted himself as he led the warriors away. The gathered legions also dispersed, bringing wolves' howls and flames to all the coastal tribes.


After pillaging for two days, they rounded up three hundred fishermen, a hundred or so canoes, and enough food to sustain three thousand people for ten days. Everyone saw the magnificent sea sunset for the first time on the shore and welcomed the new year by the seaside.


Chapter 397: The Advance of Black Wolf_3