Warlord

For a moment, Chen Rui did not understand what had happened. But seeing Lei Chan's rare expression of shock and the horror in Catherine's eyes behind her veil, he could be certain that an unbelievable truth had come to light.

"How could you possibly be him?!" Disregarding his injuries, Lei Chan roared. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, as though he were about to erupt. Black lightning flared wildly around him, only to be forced back down, while blood seeped from his features.

"Nothing is impossible." Teres shook his head. "Lei Chan, you are still the same as ever. When we campaigned against the human world back then, I told you that an emperor must remain calm and ruthless at all times. You are too proud, too obsessed with the pursuit of personal strength. In truth, you are better suited to be a warrior than an emperor."

From the moment Lei Chan and Catherine had uttered the three words "Dream Star River," Shea's expression had become strange. Now, Teres' appraisal of Lei Chan, though fair, faintly carried the meaning of a retort to Lei Chan's past judgment that she was "not a qualified emperor."

Catherine had already recovered from her shock. With a bitter smile, she said, "Though it is hard to believe... you are right. You won this war, White Night."

White Night! Catherine's form of address threw Chen Rui's mind into instant turmoil.

The peerless genius of a generation, the strongest expert in the Demon Realm, the emperor and war god of the Fallen Angel Empire—White Night Lucifer?

The legendary Emperor White Night, who had supposedly died long ago, was actually the Teres before them? This was simply absurd!

No wonder Catherine and Lei Chan had worn those expressions.

White Night should