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?

The sun was high, blazing brightly. There was no winter on the Mexica Plateau, and the deep autumn sun could still make one sweat. The colony leader, Taishan, with beads of sweat on his forehead, stared intently at the station master, Luo One-arm, and shouted fiercely.


"Old Luo! This is our village's food! Our village's tortillas! What gives the Telascallans the right to eat them?!"


"Taishan...it's in times of war! Kuluka, the Marshal, represents His Majesty and issued the royal decree for the westward expedition! Full mobilization, attacking the Chapala Lake Region in the northwest... this campaign is going to be a big one!"


The station master, Luo One-arm, stretched out his only hand and gestured a "big". His expression was very serious, and his tone was also very firm, allowing no compromise.


Chapter 1345 - Chapter 902: The Smoking Dust of the March, Prologue to Another Westward Expedition