Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Yashiku Crow raised his head and looked towards the gradually sinking blood-red sunset. His three-point purple-blue flame-patterned eyes looked even more bewitching in the twilight. "If you have anything to ask, ask it now."

The mountain wind blew suddenly, making the red rope that tied Nura's hair dance wildly like flames.

The rogue Lord of the Hundred Demons finally stopped smiling, a rare seriousness flashing in his golden-brown demonic eyes.

"The world's battlefield is divided into three parts."

He raised his hand and pointed to the west, and a cold and demonic aura was brought out as his sleeves rolled up.

"The Kansai Dog Clan is as powerful as the sun in the sky. They will soon rule Kyushu and Shikoku, and will soon rule all of Kansai!"

Nurarihyon turned his wrist and pointed to the southwest. "Kinki is full of monsters, but the most powerful one is the fox monster, which has been lurking there for thousands of years like a deep pool, gathering strength."

Finally, his blade-like gaze pierced the south, "And the demons in the central part..."

Nurarihyon sneered, "Including me, we are all stray dogs struggling to survive under Kirinmaru's pressure."

Yashaku's purple flame pupils shrank slightly.

He saw the shadow of a hundred demons parading faintly behind this man who was always elegant yet had a bit of a ruffian air.

"Watching the Dog Tribe attack Jiuzhou, the current commotion is even more chaotic. I can't bear it!"

Nurarihyon smashed the wine gourd on the bluestone steps, and the splashing wine turned into fireflies in the moonlight. "I will take my hundred demons and fight in this sea of ​​corpses and blood..."

"Open up a brand new royal road!"

A strong wind suddenly blew, causing the wind chimes on the eaves of the temple to sway wildly.

The three purple flames of Yashaku Crow flickered, and he heard the crisp sound of the thread of fate breaking.

"Nurarihyon..."

The god's wings slowly spread out, and his voice was filled with unprecedented solemnity, "When you ask this question..."

"...The answer is already in your fear of the hundred ghosts."

Chapter 162 Kyushu Affairs Completed

The wind is rising and the clouds are rolling, the sky and the earth are the same color.

The blood-red sky hung low, as if soaked with the weeping of thousands of dead souls.

The scarlet clouds rolled endlessly, like a sea of ​​blood stirred by an invisible hand, dyeing the entire sky an ominous dark red.

Cui Zi stood on the ruins, her clothes fluttering, and there seemed to be a glow of light flowing.

Her eyes were calm, and she lightly tapped the void with the [Blue Dragon Song] in her hand. The pure purifying power spread like ripples, dispelling the blood curse and despair lingering on the survivors.

"Those who can still move, stand up!"

Her voice was cold and firm, and it was particularly clear amid the ruins filled with wailing.

Among those sacrifices that had managed to survive, some had empty eyes, and some were still trembling, but without exception, they all struggled to get up after hearing her voice.

Cui Zi's fingertips flickered with spiritual light, and healing runes condensed in the air, turning into starlight and sinking into their bodies, dispelling the erosion left by the vampires.

"Follow the spiritual light quickly, there are support people outside the city." She tilted her head slightly and glanced around.

The walls of the city of Yuga have long since collapsed, and the once formidable castle is now reduced to ruins. The blood pool has dried up, the magic circle has collapsed, and only the wind blows up dust all over the sky.

Cui Zi didn't look back, but just raised her hand and waved. A ray of light turned into a long bridge, spanning the ruins and leading directly to the outside of the city.

The survivors stumbled onto the bridge of light, moving step by step away from the bloody city that had devoured countless lives.

Ling Yue stood in the air, waved his hand, and lifted up the moonlight, which turned into silver threads in the sky, covering the Ashura troops who were fighting bloody battles.

Nearly three hundred elite soldiers lightened up and were sent to a safe place outside the city in an instant.

She looked up at the sky, and Arkad's figure was looming in the blood-red vortex.

The alien monster had twisted and deformed, turning into a hideous scarlet key, which was prying open the door between the two worlds inch by inch.

"Take everyone away as quickly as possible, the war is not far from here!"

"As you command, Lady Lingyue Fairy!"

Binglanmaru responded immediately and reorganized the team with Hong Xiegui and Jian Doumaru.

The battle formations of ten men were deployed in an orderly manner and began to transport the survivors in an orderly manner.

Ling Yue tapped her toes lightly, her moon-white skirt fluttering like snow, and she was about to fly to help Dou Ya.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of my mother, Mrs. Masako, flowing into my heart like a clear spring.

"Lingyue, there's something unusual happening in the eastern border of the Western Kingdom. Your father has gone there to guard it."

The gentle voice paused, revealing unconcealed concern.

"You must return safely."

The familiar tone of voice made Ling Yue imagine her mother standing on the city wall of the Western Kingdom, gazing into the distance, her light yellow kimono swaying gently in the wind.

"My daughter understands."

Ling Yue said succinctly, "Everything is going well in the battle here, mother, don't worry."

"Once this matter is settled, we will immediately return to the West to support Father."

After conveying the words to Mrs. Masako, Ling Yue's figure flashed and landed beside Douya like moonlight.

Her long silver hair and dog tail intertwined in the blood-red storm, and she whispered.

"The Eastern Territory is in danger, and my father has already gone ahead."

As she spoke, Ling Yue glanced at Yakumo Yukari who was standing quietly beside her.

The demon sage was leaning on the edge of the gap, his folding fan half covering his red lips, and an unfathomable light flashed in his violet eyes.

Ling Yue's eyes turned slightly cold, and she withdrew her gaze without leaving a trace.

(This wise man is in a good mood.)

Ling Yue always remained on guard against this powerful existence, which was sometimes as quiet and elegant as an orchid in a valley, and sometimes as enchanting as the fire on the other side.

Especially at this moment, when the other party's golden vertical pupils that seemed to be able to see through everything were looking at him with a smile, the discomfort of being seen through was even stronger.

"It seems that today, we are destined to have a quick battle and a quick resolution."

Douya's deep voice carried the afterglow of thunder, and a hint of regret flashed in his demonic eyes.

He originally wanted to explore the other world, but the war on the western border did not allow him to delay.

Tessaiga trembled slightly in his palm, as if responding to his master's fighting spirit.

Ling Yue's eyes moved slightly, and her thoughts were brought back to her senses by her husband's voice.

She nodded gracefully, her moon-white skirt fluttering like a butterfly in the violent demonic aura, and the moon pattern embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs shone brightly under the blood-red sky.

She stood side by side with her husband, and the two powerful demonic powers intertwined into a dazzling silver glow under the blood-red sky.

Just as the door to the other world was about to open completely, Alkad's tense emotions relaxed slightly, and Douya's golden pupils suddenly shrank into two thin lines.

He keenly caught the subtle tremor of Arkad - the demon follower that was used as a key had exhausted all its strength and was quietly turning into a shadow, trying to sneak into the shadows to recuperate.

"Want to escape?"

Douya's nostrils twitched slightly, and he smelled the almost imperceptible scent of shadow in the air.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an almost cruel arc, and his right hand grasped the hilt of Tessaiga at a speed beyond the visual limit.

This simple action caused the surrounding space to tremble.

The moment the blade was unsheathed, a sound like a dragon's roar rang out between heaven and earth. The trajectory of the blade left a silver-white afterimage in the air, as if splitting time and space into two.

"Aolong Po!"

Douya's roar was like a thunderclap, and Tessaiga instantly burst out with a dazzling pale blue lightning.

As the blade trembled, a dragon-shaped blade energy roared out, piercing through the sky and earth.

It was a giant blue dragon condensed from pure thunder. Every dragon scale shone with dazzling lightning, and millions of leaping lightning bolts were wrapped around its winding body.

The giant dragon roared towards the sky, and countless lightning and sword energy spewed out of its bloody mouth, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

"Boom--!"

The entire space was instantly enveloped by a lightning grid, and the dazzling electric light illuminated the blood-red sky as if it were daylight.

The wriggling shadow let out a heart-wrenching scream, and its purple-black body twisted violently in the lightning.

The wound pierced by countless sword energies spurted out smelly black pus and blood.

"impossible..."

Alkad's bloodshot eyes widened, reflecting the remains of the monster shattered in the thunder.

His mask of eternal elegance and composure finally shattered, revealing spider-web-like veins beneath his pale skin.

"Clap-"

The blinding lightning struck, completely vaporizing the last wriggling shadow fragment.

Alkad's outstretched right hand froze in mid-air, his fingers twitching uncontrollably.

The alien magic power lingering in his palm was like a dying firefly, flickering in the aftermath of the thunder.

(How could a creature of two worlds and countless flesh and blood spirits be destroyed so easily?!)

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and a rusty and bloody taste rose in his dry throat.

For the first time in a thousand years, this vampire ancestor truly felt—

The emotion called "fear" was eroding his sanity.

"Alkad!"

Wattela's metallic sneer was heard from the rift in the other world, and the figure of the golden-haired True Ancestor was looming in the chaotic airflow.

He sat on the dragon's back with his legs crossed gracefully, as if the crisis before him was just a sideshow.

"It seems that our contract will be terminated early?"

A calculating glint flashed in Wattra's ice-blue eyes as he carelessly stroked the dragon's horn.

The flying dragon breathed out sulfur breath anxiously, and its scales made crisp sounds under the pressure of space.