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!

"Elder Wezil, I have received a Divine Revelation, and I can both see the past and know the future! The Mexica, and the people of Teotihuacan, are entirely different. And this era is completely unlike the past eras!... "


"...Conquering the world is not just the mission of the Mexica; it is the overwhelming trend of the era! If this cannot be achieved, with the dawn of a new era, there will only be destruction and death in the world!... "


Upon hearing such an apocalyptic prophecy, Elder Wezil furrowed his brows, pursed his lips, and remained silent for a moment. He felt very troubled. Although the Mexica's Highness was young, his resolve was extremely firm, leaving no opportunity to exploit. After quite a while, he sighed and in a different manner, softly implored.


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