Gaius suddenly unleashed a high-output red lotus flame (Barflame) on Menontius to keep him up. The Red Lotus Flame (Barflame) swept a vortex and exploded, and Menontius was occasionally covered with a fierce flash of light and smoke that could stand in. Gaius, however, did not let loose his hand, and continued to develop red lotus flames (barflames) from next to next. Meanwhile, roughly twenty seconds. Finally Gaius loosened his hand and stopped the release, waiting for the smoke to clear wrapping Menontius. In the meantime, roughly seven seconds less. Menontius, intact from the smoke gap, appeared loosely. Gaius was surprised and looked out. But he immediately regained his mind and continued to release further high-output serial strikes. But still, Menontius' body could not be scratched one by one, nor could it even scorch the body hair that covered it.
"O eyelasher. That's great. There are dozens of your razor-sharp friends in this dome, but they don't even care about it and keep doing all that high-powered magic. Apparently, at last, you realize that they're the ones who do what they're told? To Menontius' words, Gaius was violently upset from the bottom of his heart. (Shit! I can't believe I forgot about the Max guys... until just now I was trying to take the time to punch holes in the ceiling... damn it! What the hell am I doing! Gaius immediately jumped up above and up to a height of about 100M (Merkle) he stopped in hollow and flew away parallel to the ground at a fierce speed as he flipped on the spot and away from the dome. Menontius slowly emerged in a taunted manner, following Gaius to begin a high-speed flight, wondering if Gaius' actions had been accompanied by a snarling distortion of his mouth. Gaius flew at high speed for about a minute and finally stopped in the hollow, pretty far from the dome. And as he slowly descended and descended to the ground, he waited for Menontius's arrival. Then after a while Menontius caught up and slowly stepped down to the ground like Gaius. "O eyelasher. Earlier, I didn't mean to lose consciousness. It wouldn't have been weird if we had made a big hole in the dome ceiling and put a lot of people to death. You may have thought of them as friends, but that's just superficial psychology. In deep psychology, you must still have looked down on them as the hardcore. After all, you are a jerk. And you still deserve a king. Because a king is one who looks down on the people above all others equally, and who reigns at equal distances."