Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

(Fortunately, this world is just a huge makeshift team.)

(I only need to ensure that all people have enough food, and then I will respond to their calls and do what they ask for.)

(What remains is to keep one’s feet on the ground, taking one step at a time, and forge a new path in this chaotic world.)

Dou Ya's mind was as fast as lightning. After determining the only principle of "practice is the only way to test truth", he began to write down the political system.

There is no doubt that he wants to build a royal court!

The world is united, and all things return to their origin.

The Western Kingdom, the Nine Provinces, and even all the nations in the four directions - wherever the iron hooves of the dog tribe go, their country names will be stripped and their old systems will be abolished!

From then on, in this vast world, there is only one supreme royal court, and the supreme being who rules over all spirits is none other than King Douya!

The royal court is majestic, with the three dukes and nine ministers sitting in order.

The Grand Tutor, the Minister of Internal Affairs, is in charge of household registration, taxation, and land distribution, which are the foundation of people's livelihood.

A single thought can determine the food and clothing of billions of lives.

The military commander - Grand Marshal, except for the [Tianzhong Cangya Heavenly Army], all the royal court's war troops are under his command. The planning of expeditions and the dispatch of military supplies are all dependent on this position.

One order can decide the life or death of millions of demon soldiers.

Supervision of law enforcement - Grand Marshal, supervises all ethnic groups, inspects all regions, corrects and impeaches dereliction of duty, and ensures that the "Iron Law of the Royal Court" is implemented without obstruction.

One sword can kill all the rebellious princes and officials.

"The Three Lords are all great demons. Not only do they need a clear mind and a strong will, but they must also command overwhelming power to intimidate all. This is the foundation of the royal court, and it cannot be shaken in the slightest!"

Dou Ya put down the wolf hair brush, and the handwriting on the document with ink still wet was sharp and iron-like, revealing its sharpness.

He stared at the lines of appointment that determined the fate of the dynasty, and tapped the table with his fingertips, causing a deep echo in the silent hall.

——Who should hold the position of the Three Dukes?

As my thoughts flowed, several figures emerged in my mind.

Father-in-law Chi Ya Wan - mature and steady, he has ruled the old subordinates of the Western Kingdom for many years, and his demonic power is as powerful as the abyss. He is the most suitable candidate for the position of Grand Marshal.

His legal wife, Fairy Lingyue, has wisdom as crystal clear as ice, a heart as bright as the moon, and has long-term experience in governing. She is the only candidate for the current position of Grand Tutor in the royal court.

The great shrine maiden Tsuiko - her power of purification is unrivaled in the world, she is full of righteousness and her reputation among the people is at its peak. With her around, the integration of humans and monsters will be smoother.

With his character and strength, he can undoubtedly serve as the Grand Marshal who monitors all ethnic groups.

"The candidates for the Three Dukes have been decided. Next up is the Nine Ministers. However, before that, there is still a beauty who needs to be dealt with."

Dou Ya wrote the names of the three people in the positions of the Three Lords, then closed his eyes and concentrated, his consciousness retreating into the universe within his body like a tide, sinking into the chaotic space that swallowed everything.

Beside the surging chaos of the Roaring Cauldron, the transforming True Ancestor of the Vampire Clan—Akasha Bradlipa—is sleeping quietly.

Her long cherry blossom-colored hair spread out like a waterfall.

The snow-white skin glowed in the darkness, as if it was carved from the finest mutton-fat jade.

Her long eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows on her delicate porcelain-like face, making her look like a peerless beauty sealed in amber.

(A semi-finished product that has not yet fully transformed...)

(But that True Ancestor bloodline is real, perhaps I can...)

Douya's thoughts turned into an invisible hand, slowly moving along her swan-like neck.

Brushing across the delicate collarbone and brushing across the creamy skin, the palm finally covered the heart, feeling the tenacious pulse of life underneath.

Without the supply of the essence of countless blood, Akasha's evolution has stagnated.

There is no other energy in the devouring space for it to transform.

If this continues, the body will not be able to absorb enough nutrients and Akasha will wither and die.

The sleeping vampire princess seemed to sense something strange in the outside world. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and a fine frown appeared between her brows.

Her cherry lips opened slightly, a soft whisper escaped, and her plump breasts rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

(What a sexy and seductive beauty...)

(Even his reaction while sleeping is so... beautiful...)

Akasha's slender waist is as flexible as a willow branch, but her hips outline a breathtaking and enchanting curve.

Every undulation and every curve precisely matches the aesthetic of Douya.

This body is truly the most beautiful in the world and the pinnacle of vampire art.

Compared to the two vampire ancestors who are hundreds of years old but still have the body shape of a child and squat with their heads in their hands to act cute, they are simply not in the same league.

"Arcade is truly heartless, willing to refine such a beauty into his own."

"But everything he left behind belongs to me!"

The Blood Princess's unconscious murmurs were like threads, weaving into an ambiguous web of desire in the void.

A dark fire ignited in Douya's golden demon eyes, but he still maintained the restraint of a predator.

He raised his fingertips slightly, and a wisp of dark red original power slowly emerged - it was the essence and blood of the True Ancestor extracted after devouring Alkad.

This drop of blood containing the true ancestor's essence was slowly sliding down Akasha's delicate collarbone.

"Since your creator is incompetent," Douya's voice was dangerously gentle, "then I will reshape you."

The moment the blood drop touched her skin, Akasha's delicate body suddenly tensed up, and a moan that sounded like pain and pleasure escaped from her cherry lips.

The blood of the True Ancestor flowed across her skin like a living thing, leaving enchanting blood-red lines wherever it passed.

Akasha, whose evolution was reactivated by the blood of the True Ancestor, suddenly opened his emerald eyes, stared at Douya in front of him, and instinctively launched an attack.

"hiss--!"

The sharp nails turned into bloody blades and went straight for Douya's throat.

But just as he was about to touch her, a big hand clamped his wrist tightly.

"So enthusiastic just after waking up?"

Douya's deep laughter resonated in the void, and his other hand had already grasped her other attacking claw.

The posture of the two at this moment was like the beginning of a bloody waltz.

"Let me go, dog demon!"

Sharp fangs were revealed between Akasha Ying's lips, and a pair of blood-red bat wings spread out behind her.

But before she could flap her wings, Douya rushed over and pressed her against the void barrier that swallowed up space.

Then, it was refined in an instant!

………………

While Douya was enjoying his "trophies" in the devouring space, the land of Kyushu was ushering in an unprecedented carnival.

The failure of the Blood Moon Ritual caused the entire vampire clan to collapse.

Not only did Arkad sacrifice two-thirds of his tribe's elite, but he also lost his own life to Toga's Tessaiga.

The complete failure of this gamble finally tore apart the dark cloud of eternal darkness that had shrouded Kyushu for decades.

"The vampire...is defeated!"

A ragged old human knelt on the scorched earth, turbid tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks.

His trembling fingers touched the long-lost sunlight, as if to confirm that this was not another cruel dream.

The surviving people from all over the country came out of the cellars where they were hiding. They looked up at the sky that was no longer shrouded in blood, and let out cries and laughter that had been suppressed for many years.

Some people knelt down and kissed the soil, some cried bitterly, and more people stood there blankly, as if they could not believe this sudden freedom.

"It's a dog warrior!"

"It's the Douya King of the Western Country!"

"They are the saviors of Kyushu!"

The news spread across Kyushu like wildfire. At that moment, in the hearts of countless survivors, the dog tribe was worshipped as gods and placed on the throne.

On the streets, people used leftover cloth to sew dog totems.

Amidst the ruins, childish nursery rhymes began to spread the fame of the Fighting Tooth King.

The simple shrine that was rebuilt was used to hastily make a statue of Touya King overnight.

On the ruins of the capital of Yuga, people used broken weapons to raise the vampire flag and threw it into the burning bonfire.

The moment the flames engulfed the flag, thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd.

Cui Zi stood quietly on the ruins. She had taken off her armor and was wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume, dancing lightly in the scorching wind.

The wide sleeves spread out like wings, and the fluttering sleeves outlined the curve of her slender yet flexible waist.

The belt trembled slightly in the wind, highlighting the slender waist and full chest line.

She lowered her eyes to look at the jubilant crowd, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

That smile was like melting snow in early spring, pure yet tinged with a hint of regret.

"How I wish I could watch this scene with that sentimental stinky dog."

A strand of black hair slipped from the sandalwood paper that tied Cui Zi's hair and brushed across her porcelain-white cheek.

She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. This simple action caused her wide sleeves to slide down, revealing a jade-like forearm.

Nearby, several young witches selected by Cuizi inadvertently looked up and saw the lonely figure on the city wall.

The wind blew across every fold of her robe, drawing moving curves in the sunlight.

The aura of holiness and charm made these young girls hold their breath.

Cui Zi seemed to sense something and turned her head slightly.

A simple glance back, but the fluttering hair and clothes are frozen into an eternal picture——

It is like a saint descending from Takama-ga-hara, and also like Udumbara blooming in the flames of war.

She became the outstanding adult that the little witches most wanted to be.

As the last wisp of the blood-red flag turned to ashes in the flames, the eastern skyline was cut by a huge shadow.