Dawn light spilled down from the sky, gilding the man's shoulders with a sacred layer of gold.
McLenn narrowed his eyes and made out that face.
His sharply defined features radiated an authority that needed no anger to assert itself, much like the imposing airship palace beneath his feet. Yet the deep-set eye sockets revealed a cunning and cruelty that were all bark and no bite, like the hyenas most commonly seen on the wasteland.
He had heard the man's name was Wutuo Xilan.
Yet McLenn felt nothing but disdain for this emperor who stood above tens of thousands.
Not to mention compared to the Marshal, whose military achievements were legendary—even compared to the one he had met in Dawn City, this fellow was no different from a monkey with a crown perched on its head.
Perhaps his father had been an impressive man.
But Velanders respected the strong, not someone's father.
What McLenn found even more unbelievable was that the people here actually worshipped a monkey like this, addressing him as the supreme Emperor.
Had no one ever wondered whether this guy deserved it?
McLenn could not understand why the great Marshal had instructed weak and useless bureaucrats to manage this land. He did not even need the Eastern Legion or Southern Legion to make a move; he alone could have taken this so-called Heaven Capital with a single airship.
They were born slaves.
Once this place was conquered, every Velander could be assigned two of them. That was what the Legion ought to be doing.
But after noticing the look from the adjutant beside him, McLenn patiently cleared his throat and said with hollow politeness.
"Your Majesty, I bring you the friendship of Triumph City."
The slight tilt of his head concealed the disdain at the corner of