"Kill God!?... Menontius, you mean it... No, are you serious? ……
Satan sent a much stunned thought to ask.
Menontius, however, did not make it faint, but said away in his royal outfit.
"Sane or not. And I mean it. My only wish is to kill all those abominable gods!
Satan responded to the cry of Menontius' soul by letting him wave his thoughts.
"Well said!! It's Menontius!!
Then the atmosphere shook at Satan's most intense thoughts ever, and the ground shook.
At the same time, however, Astalot's knees crept down, and he dressed himself as a slammer on the ground.
"... cum!!... How many times have I told you... Grr!! ……
Satan then suddenly weakened his mind as to whether Astarot's complaint reached his ear.
But as before, without much harm, he spoke lightly against Astalot, who suffered with his hands on the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Astarot. You seem to have forgotten me again."
Astalot could not rise because this thought was so powerful that he complained weakly, with his palms on the ground and his face facing down on all fours.
"... I told you earlier to stop... I need you to hold on like this... no matter what you say, could you try a little harder not to move? ……