Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

(That seems to be a good idea.)

The wind chimes on the eaves rang, blowing away the girl's unfinished thoughts in the moonlight.

Mrs. Masako and Lingyue were "completely unaware", and Mrs. Masako even began to comment on Arcade's fighting style with great interest.

"This vampire's True Ancestor's movements are graceful, but unfortunately too fancy. All that magic and mystical arts, nothing compares to the practical thrill of fighting with real swords and guns."

Madam Masako turned to look at her daughter, "Lingyue, isn't that right?"

Ling Yue always felt that her mother was making a double entendre, but she couldn't figure out what her mother meant and just nodded.

Douya couldn't help laughing, "Mother-in-law, did you give the same advice to your father-in-law back then?"

Mrs. Masako took her eyes off her stupid daughter and snorted softly, covering her lips with her folding fan, a sly look flashing in her eyes.

"Of course not. Who do you think taught him all those skills?"

Ling Yue, "... (Father, you've worked hard.)"

In the sky, the Dog King split the sea of ​​blood with a sword, the demonic power shook, and the picture was distorted for a moment.

Masako clapped her fan and immediately took a sip of wine, her face looking extremely refreshed. "Good! That's a great move!"

——He looked proud of himself, as if saying, "My old man is so handsome."

Dou Ya and Ling Yue looked at each other, picked up their teacups in tacit understanding, and drank tea in silence.

(Should we take action now and eliminate Arcade?)

Douya glanced at the projection on the sky screen - the Dog King was fighting the monster on equal terms, but Arkad was suppressed by Cuizi. Every time Canglongyin slashed, it tore a rift in the sea of ​​blood.

The blood shadows of those big monsters that were only for show were purified away with wails, revealing the gloomy-faced True Ancestor of the Blood Clan.

The strongest priestess, who has been enhanced by divine equipment, has become even more powerful.

He just wanted to kill Alkad, whose health bar was not visible. If he continued to fight, he would most likely be defeated due to exhaustion.

However, the Q-version Dou Ya, which has been upgraded from being hung around the waist to being inside the sleeves of the shrine maiden, can become a medium at any time to support the positioning work of space travel.

(It only takes a split second, in the heat of battle.)

Dou Ya lowered his eyes, and the tea reflected his cold brows.

(Just like when he killed the Great Ghost Lord, he tore through space and killed him with one blow.)

——But the tingling sensation brought by the foresight suddenly exploded at the nerve endings.

This predictive ability obtained from Ling Yue made Dou Ya cautious.

(Was it the backlash from killing Arkad himself, or was it that ending the Kyushu war too quickly would cause surrounding forces to fear the Dog Tribe?)

(Unfortunately, this ability of foresight cannot be used actively. By the way, Ling Yue should have used this ability to see the time and space spirit - Akuru?)

(The Windmill of Time, the Tree of Time, and the Bone-Eating Well...)

(Japan in a parallel modern time and space, haha, I have to go look for it when I have time.)

Douya thought for a moment and temporarily let go of his killing intention towards Alkad. There was no harm in keeping him now.

Prolonging the Kyushu War would actually sharpen the fangs of the dog tribe.

"Lord Douya?"

Mei interrupted his thoughts by handing him freshly cut honeydew melon.

When Douya took the melon, he rubbed the girl's fluffy hair.

Pink hair leaked out from between fingers, carrying a faint scent of plum blossoms.

Mei smiled with her eyebrows curved, and two small dimples appeared on her cheeks, like flower buds blooming on the branches in early spring.

Looking at her pretty smiling face, Douya felt much better.

He took a bite of the honeydew melon, and the sweet juice spread between his lips and teeth.

Then he turned his gaze to the sky.

The sky is divided into two parts, one is the battle between the demon kings, and the other is the capital of the country of Yuga.

At this time, the Ashura tribe was evacuating in an orderly manner, and the army was retreating like a black tide.

Those new recruits who had only fought in favorable battles and were still green now had sharp determination in their eyes.

Binglan Wan was personally covering the rear, and the shadow of the giant black ice dog enveloped the entire army.

The mermaids pressed forward to the battlefield to provide support.

(Let Qi Tian lead 300 elite troops to aid Jiuzhou. This will not only replenish the military, but also allow the new recruits to hone their skills in actual combat.)

Douya stared at the damaged Ashura troops in the sky, his expression as calm as water.

Vampires are not stupid. With Akasha and three dukes as the vanguard, the blood clan army led by more than 20 marquises are eyeing them covetously.

As long as Binglanwan and others reveal their flaws, some mid-level dog demon warriors will inevitably be killed.

Especially Akasha's punches and kicks, all of which were packed with the power to break mountains and split rocks. A mid-level dog demon would have broken bones and tendons if he was even slightly touched, and would die on the spot if he was hit head-on.

There is a reason why this talented Blood Princess is valued by Alkad. She is only a step away from the strength of the True Ancestor.

If Alkad is willing to give up some of his blood essence, taking advantage of this favorable situation, Akasha is very likely to step into the realm of the True Ancestor.

"Douya, do you need me to help?"

Ling Yue's voice suddenly rang out.

Since the annihilation of the leopard cat clan, this is the first time that the dog army has been seen in such a stalemate.

(It really makes me want to...)

She slightly frowned her crescent-shaped brows, and her golden pupils reflected the surging sea of ​​blood in the sky.

After becoming a great monster, the accumulated and vigorous demonic power began to stir in his body.

Just like when he first held the long sword, he was eager to kill enemies for the dog tribe and share the tribe's worries.

Mrs. Masako gracefully held up the wine glass, her slightly pursed lips gleaming in the moonlight.

The former mistress of the dog clan had a serene expression, like a fallen plum blossom in bud in the courtyard.

Even the hydrangeas embroidered on the cuffs exude a calm demeanor.

She lowered her eyes to look at the moonlight swaying in the wine, and gently closed the folding fan in her palm.

The flashing swords and bloody fights on the battlefield are the domain of the young.

Douya's eyes moved around as he pondered.

"Western Country still needs someone to guard it to prevent the leopard cat incident from happening again. If you want to go, then I will be the one to watch over the house."

Ling Yue was about to agree, but when she saw Mei coming over happily to pour tea, she fell into a subtle dilemma.

(Is it housekeeping?)

(Or is it cheating?)

She was really afraid that when she came back, the girls she knew would have been eaten up by Dou Ya.

Mrs. Masako guessed what her daughter was thinking. When she opened her red lips and was about to speak, she heard Toga laugh.

"However, I'd better go there, just in time for my father-in-law to come back."

Dou Ya winked at Ling Yue and said with a smile, "I wonder if Madam would be willing to accompany me on this journey?"

It is impossible to let Ling Yue go to Jiuzhou alone.

Even though she is a great monster, there are still people in this world who can hurt her.

The dog tribe is now in its heyday, and countless eyes are watching in the dark.

If his beloved wife was kidnapped or something went wrong, Dou Ya had no idea what he would do.

Therefore, all threats must be nipped in the bud.

(This guy Douya still cares about me in his heart.)

Ling Yue's eyes sparkled with joy, and her snow-white tail almost lifted up uncontrollably due to the joy in her heart.

She suppressed her excitement and spoke softly and reservedly.

"Then when do we leave, and when will father come back?"

"Let me think about it."

Dou Ya looked back at the sky. At this time, the battlefield under the blood clan capital was coming to an end.

After paying some price, the Ashuras and the Mermaids retreated to the camp with their blood-stained battle flags.

The vampires also suffered heavy losses, with six marquises killed. Now the number of high-level monsters has dropped to less than twenty.

The loss of earls and viscounts was even more exaggerated.

(But vampires are vampires after all...)

Dou Ya narrowed his eyes and looked at the interior of the blood clan capital in the sky. The interior was obscured by fog and only the blood pool could be seen roughly.

Given enough sacrifices, these losses would soon be made up.

Those captured monsters and corpses left on the battlefield will become nutrients for the vampires' rebirth.

But in terms of the potential to support war through war, they can't even catch up with the dog tribe led by Dou Ya.

Every fallen mid- to high-level vampire will give birth to a powerful dog demon.

The battle in the sky came to an end as Alkad's scarlet cloak flashed among the clouds.

The monster followers dragged countless dark purple trails in the blood-stained sky, following the breath of their master and retreating towards the setting sun.

The clouds shattered by the demonic power slowly fell down, looking like torn pieces of silk.

The blood that splashed when Cui Zi put away her knife condensed into a red streak in the air, and then sprinkled onto the scorched earth below.

The Fang Sword in the Dog King's hand was still entangled with the dragon-shaped sword energy that had not yet dissipated.

He looked at the direction where the enemy was retreating. The blood drops dripping from the tip of the knife eroded the white clouds into a purple-black gas mass, with faint signs of transforming into a monster.

Cui Zi's cold gaze pierced the ground beneath her feet like a frosty blade - the ground was crowded with survivors rescued from the clutches of the vampires, and the cries of children drifted up to the clouds on the wind.

"It's truly despicable!"