423 The Apostle

A command filled with a sense of supremacy landed on the ears of the Magic Swordsman and Hell Berserker generals who were mowing down thousands of rabid and fierce monster waves by themselves. 

However, both of them knew the owner of this familiar voice. 

50 kilometers inside the inner area of this region, the main door of the massive warship opened and the very next moment, a flying figure of a mage who had a grimoire in his left hand, a scepter in his right and wore glasses suddenly appeared in the air. 

This mage donned in epic rank gears for magicians and a white and violet robe levitated in the air without a worry. And his fierce and ominous aura filled with extremely dense mana and world energy was exuding to the point where one would easily get plastered on the ground given the heavy pressure.