Brilliant bursts of radiation and fireworks blossomed all over the vacuum, as Governor Bablushka's mechanical legion struggled to advance under the onslaught of violent spells.
Governor Bablushka's face grew increasingly grim.
There was a significant disparity in their strength. Balkmon seemed utterly unaffected by the distortion curse upon him, instead unleashing forbidden magic wantonly, even enhancing his body and speed, transforming into a meteor that freely collided through Bablushka's endless sea of machinery.
Attempting to crush the opponent with numbers, then Balkmon would repeat his old trick, grabbing a planet directly to use as a shield and weapon, hurling it straight at Bablushka.
Pure pragmatism.
Balkmon despised complex incantations and didn't care about triggering chain reactions through precise calculations. He only believed in his pure magic and fists.
