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 dim, sparse sunlight filtered through layers of green leaves in the Forest Sea, forming crescent-shaped spots on the loose ground. The sound of the Orinoco River hummed deeply in the distance, while the blood trickling into the earth accompanied the dying wails, dispersing into the unseen sky.


When Bruno heard the gunshots, he rushed over from the Large Ship to aid and saw such a scene. More than a dozen naked natives lay dead on the ground, a few sailors wrestling over shell necklaces found on the bodies. Sir Silvira returned from the Forest with a blood-dripping Knight Cross Short Sword, a sullen look on his face.


"Ha! These vile natives, they run fast! Like monkeys in the Forest, vanished in a blink..."


"Sir Silvira! Shouldn't you explain what just happened?!"


Chapter 1896 - Chapter 1369: The Dark Cross! Portugal's Exploration Code