Three Hundred Years of Grudge

Balam's *Twisted Smile* vanished.

The *Horde of Magic Beasts* exploded and was torn open as if hit by a cannon shell from a single shotgun blast.

Close combat?

After a single whirring of the *Chainsaw Blade* and a scream, only flesh and entrails remained around John.

Ponemkin *Roar*s.

"[Balam...Balam!! You haven't forgotten what you did to *Hero Karim*, have you?]"

It was chilling.

It was a voice filled with resentment, concentrated and re-concentrated for 300 years in the *Great Labyrinth Underground*.

Balam quickly moved his hand.

His body, grotesquely swollen with the added flesh of various *Creature*s, was truly horrifying and repulsive, but it was also true that the capacity of his physical form had greatly increased, allowing him to wield *Authority* on an incomparable scale...