บท 1511: Voices

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Marchosias roared, his flames surging from his wolf-like jaws and firing enormous spiraling demonic explosions of infernal fire. Rakasha and Tisha were barely holding back against him with all the power they got from Aegir, who was constantly conjuring more magic to stop him.

Despite weakening him to this point and fighting as much as they could, the gigantic demonic wolf was seemingly never going down. It had limitless stamina and demonic energy apparently, and it simply kept fighting. Aegir started to fear this monster would only die if they tore him to shreds, and that wasn't something these three could ever accomplish.

"RAAAHAHAHHA!"

Marchosias only grew madder with each passing second, the intense rain was beginning to work much less into his flames, and his body started to regain its former strength.

FLAASH! FLAASH! FLAASH!