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 sun rises and sets, and in the blink of an eye, it is dusk again. It's a clear evening, the glow of the sunset coming from the western horizon. It dyes the clouds as if set on fire, illuminating the majestic Great Temple, and radiating brilliance across the sky.


At a glance, the sky is crimson, the sunset is golden-red, and the top of the Great Temple is blood red. This red kingdom reflects in the eyes, like the arrival of the Divine Kingdom!


The High Priest Xutel wore black ceremonial dress, a feathered stone crown on his head, an obsidian necklace around his neck, jaguar skin boots on his feet, and an emerald Divine Staff in his hand. His expression was solemn, he silently gazed at the sunset on the horizon for a while, then step by step, walked down the towering Great Pyramid.


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