The advent of Kim Pan-seok.
Kart looked at him with a peculiar gaze.
To the absolute rulers, he was more familiar by the name Park Min-woo, the White Mage.
He was undoubtedly the most skilled human after Roman Dmitry, but by the standards of the absolute rulers, such an assessment was meaningless.
Roman Dmitry had transcended the limits of humanity.
While his power was enough to overwhelm the absolute rulers, it did not mean other humans could compare to him.
The first-in-command and the second-in-command.
Roman Dmitry and Kim Pan-seok.
The gap between them was almost impossible to fathom.
Yet, for someone as insignificant as Kim Pan-seok to act so presumptuously was something Kart could not easily stomach.
“…Surely you don't intend to stop me by yourself.”
He extended his senses.
He raised his Mana, ready to flee at a moment's notice, just in case Roman Dmitry was using this as a diversion to attack.
To his surprise, the situation was not what he had expected.
The messages transmitted from beyond his consciousness revealed that Roman Dmitry had settled the situation in Germany and was now headed for England.
The soldiers of Australia wore looks of desperation.