Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

From the broken part, you can see the patterns of vampire magic and the white bones!

These twelve obsidian pillars with the human body as the core are the basis of the castle's barrier!

The Duke's bat wings fully stretched out in the collision, and the dark gold runes on the wing membrane lit up with a dazzling light.

The red evil ghost used the recoil to flip backwards, and his body stabilized in mid-air.

The two looked at each other through the scattered glass fragments. The dust in the center of the battlefield slowly settled, revealing a circular depression with a diameter of ten meters.

The Duke floated backward, his dark red cloak fluttering in the surge of demonic power.

He formed seals with his hands at an almost twisted angle, his knuckles crackling with the sound of dislocated bones, and an ancient, vicious curse rolled in his throat, "Blood River Sky Burial!"

The entire castle seemed to come alive at this moment.

In the cracks of the wall, condensed blood beads hovered in the air, and then floated upwards against the law of gravity.

From the wounds of the fallen soldiers on the ground, the blood that had not yet coagulated turned into a stream and flowed upstream.

Even the rubies inlaid in the stained glass windows oozed scarlet liquid, as if weeping tears of blood.

Thousands of blood drops gathered in the air, spinning and condensing into tens of thousands of three-edged blood spears.

A twisted face of a vengeful ghost appeared on the tip of each spear, emitting a creepy scream.

"fall."

The Duke's palm pressed down gracefully, and this simple action was like pressing the switch of destruction.

A sky full of blood spears suddenly shot out, and the sound of breaking through the air became a shrill wail. Wherever the rain of spears passed, the air was corroded into charred tracks, and even the light was distorted and blocked.

Facing this overwhelming attack, the red evil ghost grinned, and his canine teeth flashed a cold light in the moonlight.

She changed the long sword from being held in both hands to being held in one hand, and slowly stroked the blade with her other hand. The emerald green demonic power condensed into flowing flames at the blade's edge.

"Let this gust of wind take you to the afterlife—Wind Wound!"

The moment the slash was swung—

"boom!!!"

The world was silent for a moment, and then erupted into a deafening roar.

The golden sword energy burst out in a fan shape, splitting into hundreds of tornado blades as it moved, each of which carried the power to tear apart space.

The moment the azure wind and mist collided with the scarlet blood spear, the entire castle shook violently.

The blood spear disintegrated into a corrosive blood mist under the stranglehold of the wind blade, corroding the granite ground into dense honeycomb-like holes and sending up pungent green smoke.

The "hissing" sound made by the wind blade as it shredded the blood mist was like a hot iron being dipped into ice water, and the rising poisonous red smoke spread in the air.

The blood spears that escaped the net melted penetrating holes in the corridor columns. The bright moonlight passed through these holes to form strange pillars of light, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

The escaping wind blades cut half of the dome into pieces, and the brilliant starry sky poured down from the gap.

The red evil ghost, who had the continuous support of the Asura troops from the outside world, had a gleam of light in his eyes. He suddenly turned around and slashed again. The second wind wound was in the shape of a cross and caught up with the previous wave of sword energy.

The shock wave formed by the superposition of the two sword energies tore a gap in the blood spear formation. She seized this fleeting opportunity, rushed forward under the violent wind pressure, and pointed the blade directly at the Duke's throat.

The drifting blood mist left a spiral trail behind her, like a Shura charging out from the blood sea of ​​hell, determined to eliminate all evil in the world.

Amid the shrieking sound of the blade piercing the sound barrier, the Red Demon's figure transformed into a streak of red lightning.

The Duke's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip - the calmness accumulated over thousands of years collapsed at this moment, and for the first time, he truly smelled the breath of death and decay.

"bass!"

The moment the Fang Sword pierced his throat, the Duke's body exploded into thousands of blood bats.

Each of these monsters formed from blood and essence had the face of the Duke, emitting shrill laughs. They circled and intertwined in the dome, instantly weaving a scarlet web that covered the sky and the sun.

"What a despicable trick!"

The red evil ghost lightly tapped the fallen stone pillar with his toes, and the green demonic power condensed into a rotating wind blade shield around his body.

She smelled a hint of sweet decay—the scales scattered by the blood bats when they flapped their wings actually ignited blue will-o'-the-wisp fire in the air, blocking her pursuit!

The Duke's real body, hanging upside down on the broken stained window, is now performing the final sacrificial killing move.

He inserted his skinny fingertips into his chest, and the heart he pulled out beat in his palm like a living thing, with ancient curse words flowing in the dark red veins.

"Sacrifice the blood of the True Ancestor—"

The heart suddenly exploded, and the blood mist condensed into three spiral spears, with chain-like curse runes wrapped around the spear bodies.

But the red demon's knife was faster than his spell.

"Shh!"

The bluish-white blade light rose into the sky like a crescent moon, and the first blood spear was split vertically before it was fully formed.

The splattered demonic blood condensed into a thorny web in the air, but was crushed into powder by the subsequent wind blades.

The second blood spear brushed past her collarbone, and the corrosive blood eroded a hissing hole in the black armor, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.

The real killer move is the third gun.

When it took shape and melted into the air, silently piercing the back of the Red Evil Ghost, the Duke's mouth curled up in an arc of confidence, and his haggard face was distorted by the impending victory.

At the critical moment, the Red Evil Ghost turned around and chopped the gun accurately at the seven-inch point - the rhythmically beating part there was the Duke's ventricular fragment that had been pulled out!

"Crack!"

The blood spear made a crisp sound like shattering glass. The moment it broke, the red evil ghost's left hand penetrated the blood mist like an iron clamp and accurately grasped the neck of the Duke's real body.

Her bloodied canines gleamed eerily in the twilight. "I got you, bloodsucking worm."

"How do you know where to cut it?"

The Duke's bat wings flapped wildly, and the runes carefully painted on the wing membranes exploded one after another, but he could no longer gather any strength.

His claws like dead branches tried in vain to tear at the red evil ghost's arms, but the blood spear sacrifice just now had drained most of his demonic power.

To the battle-hardened Red Demon, the struggle at this moment was no different from the fluttering of a dying mosquito.

"Remember this in your next life."

The Red Demon placed the blade against the Duke's brow, and the power of the storm condensed into a dazzling green light at the tip of the blade. "Don't show off your crude blood magic in front of the dog tribe!"

"You lowly blood-sucking worm!"

At the moment the knife pierced his brain, the Duke's resentment and unwillingness accumulated for thousands of years turned into a final scream, echoing for a long time among the ruins of the ancient castle.

When the first ray of moonlight penetrated the clouds, the red evil ghost was walking towards the outside of the castle, stepping on the Duke's ashes.

She shook the solidified blood crystal on the knife, and the victory horn of the Asura warrior came from afar.

Chapter 146: Three Hundred Thousand Yuan

The moonlight poured down like silver gauze, covering the castle where the war had ended.

The smoke has not yet dissipated, and the smell of blood still lingers among the ruins, but the battlefield at this moment is even more noisy than during the fighting.

"hurry up!"

"Here! There are still living people!"

Urgent shouts rang out from all directions, and the Ashura troops, who had served as the backbone of the war, began to disperse, each leading a mermaid team to search for survivors.

The sensitive sense of smell played a big role at this time, and they kept finding living humans, who were then taken care of by the mermaid team.

If you look down at the entire Kyushu from a high altitude, you can see that the three thousand mermen are divided into nearly hundreds of small teams, moving in an orderly manner like an ant colony.

Send survivors one by one from the advancing front battlefield to the temporary camp in the rear.

There, the bonfire flickered and the steam from the herbs drifted in the night breeze, like a floating sea of ​​hope.

Occasionally, a faint groan could be heard from the stretcher, which was then soothed by the mermaid warrior in a low voice.

Their voices were as gentle as the tides, interweaving with the distant clash of metal still being cleared from the battlefield, playing a night song of life and death.

The red evil ghost stood on the highest point of the broken tower, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

She looked at the busy scene below her feet, and heard the mermaids' melodious "Song of Life".

The ethereal melody had the power to heal the body and soothe the heart, causing her frown to gradually relax.

Occasionally, a few scattered songs drifted in the wind, mixed with words of praise such as "Warrior of the Dog Tribe" and "Long Live the Fighting Tooth King".

The Red Demon's lips curled up slightly as he murmured to himself, "The mermaids' performance in frontal combat is lackluster, but they are indeed good in supporting combat and logistics."

Her eyes swept over the sirens moving among the ruins. "With these mermaids, things are much more convenient."

At this moment, a slight sound of breaking air came from the horizon.

The Red Evil Ghost looked up and saw a familiar figure coming towards him on the wind.

This made her frown, which had just relaxed, continue to furrow. When Qi Tian landed, she asked, "Is there any change in the battle situation?"

Under Dou Ya's orders, Qi Tian, ​​a member of the Celestial Beings, has the main responsibility of gathering intelligence from the front lines in Jiuzhou.

Now he is returning from the front, so there must be a reason that forces him to return.

As expected, Qi Tian, ​​with a tired look on his face, said, "The vampires are concentrating their forces. The four dukes..."

He looked at the Duke's Castle below him and changed his words in time.

"The remaining three blood clan dukes have gathered in the capital of Yujia Kingdom. In the next war, the blood clan intends to hold the city and fight a siege against our dog clan."

Having said that, Qi Tian couldn't help but groan, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He subconsciously pressed his ribs, his pale face twitching slightly, obviously he had suffered serious injuries.

"Why are you so careless?"

The red evil ghost frowned and grabbed his wrist without saying anything.

The demonic power penetrated his body like a gentle breeze. After confirming that it was only a flesh wound, she snorted coldly and let go of his hand. "You are like this after being tickled by a few blood-sucking bugs?"

The remaining warmth from the palm made Qi Tian's face slightly red, and he wiped the corner of his mouth with a wry smile.

"Besides the True Ancestor, the Blood Clan does have a few other difficult characters. The most difficult one is undoubtedly Akasha Bradlipa—the Blood Princess who has served the True Ancestor for a thousand years."

"The remaining three dukes are no pushovers either. The Shadow Duke can lurk in the shadows, the Crimson Duke has mastered blood magic, and the Pale Duke manipulates the bones of the dead..."

"No matter how strong you are, you will be destroyed by my dog ​​clan." The red evil ghost said disdainfully.