Marquis Voban, transformed into a silver wolf, spoke in human words. Empowered by cursed power, those words became a spirit incantation. Along with the authority unleashed by his cursed power, nearly a hundred dark gray demonic wolves the size of adult horses roared as they shot out of the void.
This was the authority Marquis Voban had usurped from Apollo Lycaon, the wolf-shaped God of Sun from Greek mythology.
It allowed him to summon without limit and freely command demonic wolves, the sacred beasts of Apollo—the Beasts of Darkness and Earth—with fur the color of dark rats, as familiars.
Though individual wolves did not possess the abilities of divine beasts, they had sharp noses, massive bodies comparable to horses, and the agility to chase down cars.
Anyone below the level of a Great Knight would be drawn into a bitter struggle. The wolf pack possessed the coordinated combat ability of a cavalry corps.
The moment the dozens of demonic wolves appeared, they all turned their targets toward Phoenix and the people behind her. Their emerald-green eyes, slightly lighter in color than Voban's, gleamed with cruel ferocity as their drooling fangs lunged viciously forward.
It was not only the summoned demonic wolves. Many ordinary people near the high-rises who had not managed to escape were directly branded by Voban with the Mark of the Wolf, forever transformed into werewolves and driven by him.
These people had merely been ordinary Tokyo residents. Under Voban's Spirit Tongue and cursed power, they were directly turned into vicious werewolves.
Phoenix did not care about these demonic wolves and werewolves. After all, no matter how many ants there were, they were still just ants. Besides, Hiyoumaru was behind her, so there was no need to worry.
"The moment the horn sounds, the war of the apocalypse