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!

Outside the tent, the samurai sang joyously, and the bamboo flute played. Inside, the war dance had just paused, and the fragrance of alcohol filled the air. The King smiled and inquired, causing all the generals to straighten up, instantly falling silent.


The four Legion Commanders of the City-States looked at each other, their expressions somewhat awkward. Each governed a region, being the most honorable nobility in their City-State, wielding real power at the local level, and their word was law. One could say they were the true masters of their respective States and were always the ones watching others perform, rarely performing for others themselves.


Chapter 513: Obedience and Life or Death