"Your Majesty, do not make a mistake!" Seeing Muria about to take action, a solemnly faced Red-clothed Grand Archbishop spoke. They did not wish to offend Muria, but that did not mean they feared him. In matters of faith, they were unwilling to give an inch.
"Don't make a mistake? Surely I should be the one saying that." Muria's patience had reached its limit. Clearly, a fist was the ultimate solution to problems. It would take showing these people his formidable strength to make them sit down and negotiate.
The mountainous Golden Giant Dragon stretched out its claws towards the ten Red-clothed Grand Archbishops. Thunder descended from the sky, striking towards these seemingly insignificant humans compared to the dragon's claw.
