The first light of dawn sprinkled down from heaven, gilding that man's shoulders with a layer of sacred golden hue.
McCullen squinted his eyes, focusing on that face.
The sharply defined contours exuded an inherent majesty, much like the imposing palace-spaceship he stood upon, yet the deep-set eyes revealed a cunning and cruelty typical of the most common hyenas in the Wasteland.
He heard his name was Witch Xi Lan.
However, to McCullen, this so-called emperor above tens of thousands didn't seem so impressive.
Not to mention compared to His Excellency the Marshal adorned with many military honors, even compared to someone he had met in City of Dawn, this fellow was no different from a monkey—it was just that this one wore a crown.
Perhaps his father was a remarkable man.
However, the Weilante People respect the strong, not dads.
What McCullen found even more unbelievable was that the people here actually worshipped this monkey, honoring him as the supreme emperor.
