Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

The Snow Woman Clan made no attempt to conceal their actions.

Five hundred figures split into five teams, swept away by the swirling snow, spreading from west to east, advancing with unstoppable momentum.

Several major cities in the Central Empire were frozen in succession, including one city secretly controlled by the revolutionary army.

The Snow Maidens treat everyone equally; whether they are under the banner of the Empire or the Revolution, they purge any evildoers in the city.

Ice covered the city walls, and the cold air seeped into the streets and alleys, freezing the parasites that clung to the city into ice sculptures. Then, one by one, those who should be killed were killed, and those who should be released were released.

With Najendan's cooperation, a security and pacification team of tens of thousands of people was quickly assembled to handle the aftermath.

Faced with overwhelming power, individual willpower has long become irrelevant.

Within days, the army's advance reached the Empire's Tranquil Road.

Bingli and Xueli also descended here.

Anningdao has a special religious order with followers all over the world, and its influence has even penetrated into the elite class.

The cult leader is a hybrid of a dangerous species and a human.

They possess extraordinary personal charm, the ability to heal wounds and foresee the future, and eyes that can see through people's hearts.

He led his followers to kneel on one knee in the square of the religious headquarters.

"There is no need to resist."

The voice was gentle and calm, with a clarity that had been polished by time.

"They came to save people, not to kill them."

"True peace is about to arrive."

The followers looked at each other, some unwilling, some fearful.

"I see the future." The cult leader lowered his eyes. "Resistance will only bring pointless sacrifices, while acceptance is the only way to be reborn."

The vice-champion Berlik, who was by his side, was a spy planted in Anning Road by the Imperial Minister. For many years, he had been secretly monitoring the champion and sowing discord between the cult and the local authorities. His hands were stained with the blood of many innocent people.

He also tried to incite his followers, but unfortunately, the snow covered everything.

Bingli stood in mid-air, looking down at the kneeling followers and the gentle, priest-like mixed-race cult leader below, and gently waved her hand.

A faint, eerie blue light appeared in the eyes of the Snow Maidens behind them, and they swarmed forward.

In the face of absolute power, no amount of pretense matters.

After the Snow Maidens settled in Anning Road, they quickly distinguished between good and evil within the sect.

When the deputy leader Berlik, who was deeply trusted by the leader, was pulled out of the crowd, he tried to deceive them with sweet words, but Bai Xuebing pointed a finger at his forehead, and the cold air penetrated his skull, freezing him into an ice sculpture on the spot.

Subsequently, the remaining perpetrators in the cult were identified one by one and eliminated.

Along the way, the Snow Maidens captured several Imperial Arms and Imperial Guards originating from the Empire.

These weapons were sealed and sent to the Yin-Yang Secret Ritual Bureau in the Eastern Kingdom.

As for the Imperial Arms within the Revolutionary Army, the Snow Maidens have never bothered to touch a single needle or thread of them, as long as the individual hasn't made a mistake.

Because he brought many security personnel with him, Leone, who was appointed as the captain of the security force, also had the authority to meet the Snow Woman.

She asked Bai Xuebing out of curiosity why she didn't take away the Revolutionary Army's Imperial Arms as well, and Bai Xuebing simply replied with a faint answer.

"The Eastern Kingdom does not take ill-gotten gains, nor does it seize the strength of others."

"Unless you offer yourselves up, the Snow Maidens will not touch you."

Hearing these words, Leone worked even harder and began to spread the righteous cause of the Snow Woman Clan, calling on those with aspirations to join.

In the nearby villages that received funding from the Anning Taoist Association, many young people chose to join, including a boy named Tatsumi.

Esdeath, returning from the north, was summoned to the palace as soon as her army arrived in the capital, before she could even brush the dust off her uniform.

The atmosphere inside the palace council hall was so heavy it was almost frozen.

The lights under the gilded dome cast long, deep shadows on every face in the hall.

The young emperor sat upright on his throne, his hands resting on his knees, his innocent face as serene as ever.

The messages that reach his ears are always either good news or bad news that will soon be resolved.

On either side of the steps, civil and military officials stood in rows, none of them speaking.

The messenger knelt in the center of the hall, his forehead pressed against the cold marble floor. "Your Majesty, the Snow Maidens have crossed the border and captured three of our great western cities. Anning Road surrendered without a fight, and their military might... is already pressing down on the heart of the Empire."

A collective gasp filled the hall.

Ernest stood at the head of the civil service, stroking his goat-like beard, his wild, beast-like eyes slowly moving.

The minister turned his head to look at Esdeath, whom he had hastily pulled into the hall, then turned back to the throne with composure and bowed to speak.

"His Majesty."

"The Snow Maidens' forces are overwhelming, unlike any ordinary army. Sending ordinary officers would only increase casualties. I dare to suggest that General Esdeath lead her elite troops to meet them in battle immediately."

Upon hearing this, many of the military officers in the hall relaxed.

Because everyone knows that, apart from General Bud, the commander of the Imperial Guard, no one in the entire empire can surpass Esdeath in terms of battle achievements and deterrence.

Upon hearing this, the young emperor, as always, did not hesitate, "Granted. Esdeath is ordered to lead the elite troops to set out immediately to repel the invading enemy."

Ernest bowed and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Esdeath bowed slightly, her voice clear and sharp like icicles striking each other.

At the head of the line of military officers, a tall figure moved slightly.

General Bude stood with his arms crossed, his face solemn, and his eyes, which had seen countless battles, swirled with suppressed fighting spirit.

He is the supreme commander of the Imperial Army.

Upon hearing that the Snow Maidens had invaded his territory, he wanted to volunteer for the expedition, but when his gaze fell on the young emperor on the throne, he swallowed his words of request.

He wanted to protect the emperor.

In the capital, only he can ensure His Majesty's safety.

After the meeting ended, Esdeath did not linger in the hall.

His icy blue eyes, hidden beneath his military cap, swept across the daylight outside the palace gates. He strode out, his long boots clicking on the marble floor like the lingering echo of war drums.

The afternoon sun poured in from outside the door, spreading a golden-red hue across the ground.

Outside the palace gates, Imperial Arms users recruited from all directions were already waiting in the plaza.

Among them are Will, an elite soldier of the Imperial Army, who wields the Shura Incarnation: Noble Chariot; and Kurome, a genius of the Imperial Agency's secret assassination unit, who wields the Imperial Arms: March of the Dead: Hachifusa.

They gathered together, each with their own thoughts, yet without exception, they were all awestruck by the icy blue figure that emerged from the hall.

Esdeath's aggressive gaze swept across their faces one by one, as if she were assessing the quality of a herd of livestock.

After a moment, she spoke.

"They're all here?"

No one answered.

Esdeath did not need their response.

She turned her head to look at the three figures beside her who were already fully prepared and ready to go—Liva, Niu, and Daidas.

The Three Beasts were her most loyal and capable subordinates.

Esdeath didn't say anything more, she just raised her hand and waved it forward.

"Set off."

The three beast warriors responded in unison, and the Imperial Arms users silently followed.

The group walked through the long streets of the capital, passed through the city gates, and led the newly stationed troops back to the battlefield.

This is the warrior's destiny, and Esdeath accepts it willingly.

Lubbock, who was hiding among the crowd, brought back the news of Esdeath and the others' departure to the Night Raid base.

In the hall, Akame was leaning against the wall with her sword in her arms, resting with her eyes closed. Mine was sitting on the windowsill wiping the Imperial Arm Romantic Turret Pumpkin. Sheele was quietly flipping through a book, and Brand was studying a map at the table.

"Esdeath, along with the Three Beast Warriors and the Imperial Arms users she recruited, have all left the Imperial Capital," Lubbock said, dropping the message.

"The capital city is currently quite empty, which is perfect for us to make a big splash."

Akame opened her dark red eyes and spoke calmly.

"Najendan is not here."

"Yes, so you have to make a decision."

Lubbock shrugged. "A rare opportunity."

Akame stood up, sword in hand, her tone cold and decisive, "Continue with the mission to slay the darkness."

No one objected.

As night fell, the night raids, which had been dormant for two days, reappeared in the capital.

The moonlight was swallowed up by the thick clouds, and only a few streetlights swayed in the wind, casting distorted shadows on the buildings.

Akame's figure moved silently between the rooftops, her black hair billowing in the night wind, her Imperial Arm "Murasame" slung across her waist.

Mine set up her Imperial Arm "Romantic Turret" on the distant clock tower, the gleam of its scope flashing in the darkness. Hill silently infiltrated the target mansion's backyard, while Brand and Lubbock guarded the retreat route.

Our first stop was a mansion located in an upscale neighborhood.

The owner of the mansion was a noblewoman named Arya.

On the surface, she is a beautiful young woman who is quite popular in the social circles of the capital, but in secret she has an outrageous fetish.

She liked to lure young people from the countryside, using a gentle and considerate manner to trick them into her home, and then, together with her family, torture the innocent to death.

The deceased was buried under the soil in the garden and became nutrients for the roses.

Akame fell from the rooftop, landing silently on the second-floor balcony.

The French windows were half-open, and Arya's charming laughter drifted from inside, mixed with the trembling pleading of another young voice.

She pushed the door open and entered.

The room was brightly lit by candlelight. Arya was leaning against a soft couch, holding a slender silver needle in her hand. Kneeling before her was a country boy whose hands and feet were bound and whose body was covered in wounds.

On the carpet beside her, her parents were watching with great interest, with various exquisite instruments of torture laid out beside them.

The appearance of Akame instantly silenced the room.

Arya looked up, saw who it was, and quickly retreated.

Her response was Akame drawing her sword.

Murasame's blade gleamed a dark red in the candlelight, and blood splattered like rain wherever the blade sliced ​​through.

Arya's smile froze on her face, a crack appeared in her throat, and then she slumped to the ground. Her parents didn't even have time to scream before two flashes of light took their lives.

Akame sheathed her sword, glanced at the trembling country boy on the ground, cut the ropes binding him, turned and leaped out of the window, her figure disappearing into the night.

An hour later, at the residence of the captain of the Imperial Capital Garrison.

Oka is the captain of the Imperial Capital Garrison. He is greedy and cruel, and has been accepting bribes from nobles and oppressing commoners for many years. His hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.

Akame stealthily moved through the darkness and broke into Ouka's private residence.

Oka was not asleep. He sat in his study with a list spread out in front of him and a glass of strong liquor beside him.

The moment Akame burst through the window, he abruptly stood up, reaching for the long sword against the wall. But before his hand could even touch the hilt, Murasame's blade had already pierced his chest.

"You... Night Raid..." Oka stared wide-eyed in disbelief, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his body slowly sliding down.

Akame drew her sword, flicked away the blood droplets on the blade, exited the viewport, and disappeared into the depths of the night in a few leaps.

When the raiders returned to their base, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Akame placed the sword on the table, preparing to sit down and rest, when suddenly hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Najendan pushed open the door and entered.

She looked travel-worn, her short silver hair disheveled by the morning breeze. With one eye, she looked at the large creature that had just returned from its mission and asked with a smile.

"Was the operation successful?"

"Smoothly." Akame said succinctly.

"The darkness surrounding the people's entrustment has been eradicated."

Najendan nodded, took the water glass Lubbock offered, drank it all in one gulp, then put down the glass and looked around at everyone.

"Pack your things and come with me."

Lubbock was taken aback. "Where to?"

"Over there with the Snow Woman Clan."

Najenda turned around. "I came back to take you all with me. The Snow Maidens have already reached Anning Road, and their forces are poised to strike the capital."

"Esdeath and the Teigu users went to meet them. The battle that follows is beyond the reach of us."

"But we need witnesses."

Akame stood up, holding her sword. Mine put away her Imperial Arms. Sheele closed her book. Brand rolled up the map. Lubbock shrugged and went to the back room to pack their bags. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, everyone was ready to set off.

While Esdeath and Najenda were on their way, the Snow Women liberated several more cities.

Bai Xuebing commanded the central army, dividing the forces into three routes, each led by one of the captains of the Snow Maidens, advancing simultaneously along the three main roads in the heart of the empire.

The first route went north along the north, the second route went straight into the central plain, and the third route detoured from the flanks, sweeping away the local powerful families and remaining nobles entrenched in the mountains.

The same strategy is used on every lane.

Within just a few days, several more cities changed their flags.

The message seemed to have grown wings and flew to every inch of the empire.

Some surrendered upon hearing the news, opening the city gates to welcome them; others resisted stubbornly and were frozen on the city walls; still others took advantage of the chaos to escape, rushing towards the capital.

One day later.

In the heart of the empire, on a vast plain.

The main force of the Snow Maiden's army had halted and formed ranks on the western side of the plain. The cold air permeated the area, condensing the air within a radius of several miles into a visible white mist.

Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the plain, a massive army was slowly rising from below the horizon.

The imperial banners fluttered in the wind as the Imperial Arms users lined up in front.

At the very center of the entire army, an ice-blue military flag stood tall, its surface embroidered with intricate cross patterns.

Beneath the banner, on a white warhorse, Esdeath sat regally.

The brim of the military cap cast a shadow, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only a sharp glint in his icy blue eyes.

The two armies faced each other from a distance.

Separated by a plain of seven or eight miles, the wind blew from the west, carrying the chill of the Snow Maidens, sweeping across the withered grass on the plain, brushing against the banners of the Imperial Army, and blowing Esdeath's hair under her hat brim backward.

Among the ranks of the Snow Maidens, Shirayuki Ice stood at the front.

Two gazes met in the void.