Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Cui Zi was stunned.

Douya saw her fingers hanging at her side curl up slightly, then slowly loosen.

The moonlight passed through the broken dome, just illuminating the smile that was gradually spreading at the corners of Cui Zi's lips - the smile was very shallow, but it was like the first icicle melting in early spring.

"it is good!"

The word fell crisply among the ruins, startling Yunmu so much that she looked back.

"Then let's move those who are still breathing outside first."

Douya shook his ears and waved his hand lightly. His demonic power turned into an invisible breeze, lifting up the unconscious people on the ground.

Cuizi nodded, gathering pure spiritual energy at her fingertips.

The white halo rippled like water waves, interweaving with Douya's demonic power to form a gentle net.

Soon, in the castle's open space, the small town that could accommodate nearly 10,000 people was left with only hundreds of dying disabled people.

Like the last few dead leaves in autumn, they faintly tremble with the remaining warmth of life.

Douya looked over the mountains and towards the direction of the country of Yuga deep in Kyushu, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

(Tsuiko's been making quite a bit of noise slaying demons and monsters, but that old monster Arkad hasn't reacted at all... Is he deliberately staying put, or is there something wrong with him?)

Only those with the same level of power can resist the big monsters. The Marquis could not block the sword light of the witch, and those so-called four vampire dukes were equally fragile as thin paper.

(I have a bad feeling. I'd better keep controlling my breath and hide.)

(The obvious backup is my father-in-law, and I am the backup of the backup.)

Douya thought for a moment and gave a reassuring smile to Cui Zi, who looked worried.

As the deep blue of the mind flowed in the eyes, the light of Tianshengya lit up again.

Douya clearly saw the most painful fragments of memories deep in their souls—

Those days and nights of being imprisoned and tortured by vampires, the desperate cries, the pain of having one's flesh and blood eaten...

The metaphysical sword of heaven, as the thought fell, accurately cut off the key memory nodes that caused their souls to collapse.

Like pruning an overgrown tree, only remove the diseased branches and keep the main trunk.

As for the full, painful experience?

The fighting teeth were preserved.

He's not that saintly.

How can we discover the beauty of light without experiencing absolute darkness?

The shrine maiden and the dog tribe came to Kyushu to be the savior of all people. They are their only, sacred, and supreme light!

Chapter 143: Eight Million Gods, Eight Million Monsters (Additional Update)

In the moonlight, the eyelids of the injured lying on the ground trembled slightly and they slowly opened their eyes.

The first person to wake up was a young woman, her eyes went from confused to clear.

When she saw Cui Zi standing against the light, her cracked lips trembled violently.

"Ah...ah..."

A fragmented sob came out of the hoarse throat, and big tears fell on the back of the hand covered with blood.

Amidst the cries and cries of thanks, the Q-version Douya did not participate, but just lazily lay down between Yunmu's neck hairs, patting her tail from time to time.

His golden vertical pupils reflected the various forms of life - some people prostrated themselves and kissed Cui Zi's dusty clothes, as devout as pilgrims.

Someone was holding his broken arm and crying loudly, his tears mixed with blood seeping into the soil.

A few others stood there like zombies, the flame of life extinguished in their eyes, difficult to rekindle...

Among the hundreds of people, there are some idiots who say, "It's all your fault. Why didn't you come earlier? If you had come earlier, I wouldn't have to suffer this torture."

These people were all in Douya's observation memory and were easily erased.

To avoid making him unhappy, making Cui Zi sad, and making everyone feel uneasy.

How can a good pot of porridge be spoiled by a few grains of rat shit?

Douya yawned and buried his face in Mica's warm fur.

In the distance, Cui Zi was bending down to help a young girl up, and the moonlight gave her a soft outline.

This is good, his witch doesn't need to see the filth of the world.

He is responsible for cleaning up those dark and filthy things.

After great joy and great sorrow, the survivors finally exhausted their strength and fell into a deep sleep in groups of three or two around the bonfire.

It was clearly visible under the firelight that most of the people in this group were beautiful women, and the rest were handsome young men.

In terms of aesthetics, vampires are no different from ordinary people, and are even more picky.

"Mistress, you must be the messenger sent by the gods. If it weren't for you... without you..."

A few men and women with good physical strength knelt beside Cui Zi, their eyes full of gratitude, and one of them said with gritted teeth.

"Please let me join you in defeating those monsters! Even if I can only make a fire to cook, I want to see them reduced to ashes with my own eyes!"

These words were like a stone thrown into still water, causing ripples.

Everyone responded, and their hopeful eyes focused on Cui Zi like stars.

"I'm happy that everyone has the courage to face vampires, but fighting against them is not what you should do."

Cuizi raised her hand gently to stop the petitions that kept coming. "The entire Kyushu region has fallen victim to the vampires' rampage. I will be going to various places to rescue the survivors. You can't keep up with my speed."

The extremely realistic problem placed before them immediately left them speechless.

Then, a nervous murmur came from the corner, "What if...what if the witch leaves and those blood-sucking monsters come again?"

The woman who was speaking hugged her shoulders tightly, her nails digging into the scabbed wounds without her realizing it.

The flickering bonfire was reflected in her hollow pupils, yet she seemed to see the cold gleam of fangs. "Don't come over here... Don't come over here! It hurts... It hurts so much!"

The shrill wail was like a fuse, waking up the sleeping people one after another.

Some people curled up into a ball, covering the bite marks on their necks, while others frantically scratched their long-healed wounds, leaving new blood marks on their skin.

In the light of the bonfire, their shadows twisted and squirmed on the broken walls, like a group of struggling trapped animals.

A soft spiritual light appeared in Cui Zi's palm, and the pure spiritual power caressed everyone's body like a spring breeze.

The light was warm but not dazzling, like the first rays of morning sunshine in early spring.

It gently seeped into every hideous wound and every bruised skin, gradually making everyone's expression peaceful.

"Go to sleep."

Cuizi's voice melted into the night wind, "When the sun rises tomorrow, I will show you a safe place."

The bonfire crackled and sparks rose like fireflies, but no one dared to sleep.

All pairs of eyes were fixed on the witch, fearing that she would be carried away by the night wind in the next second.

Cuizi lowered her eyes.

She was very familiar with this scene - every time she eliminated the monster, the villagers would always surround her in fear and anxiety, and would not feel at ease until they were sure that the monster was really eliminated.

It would have been fine to stay for a few days back then, but this time it was different.

There is wailing everywhere in Kyushu, and every moment there are people screaming under the fangs of vampires.

Every moment she stayed here meant another pool of blood would be shed elsewhere.

After protecting them, what about the rest?

"So, what would you do without me, Miss Miko?"

An arrogant voice sounded from one side, and I saw the Q-version Douya sitting on Yunmu's head with his legs crossed. The arc of his mouth was grinning, and he looked like he was asking for a beating.

Cui Zi looked at the palm-sized dog general and suddenly remembered his angry look when he complained last time, "You don't understand Dou Yaxin at all."

The autumn wind blew across the corner of her blood-stained sleeve. The witch suddenly knelt on one knee and looked at the fangs on Yunmu's head. "Then..."

She reached out and gently touched the tip of Douya's nose. The moonlight outlined her beautiful profile. Her amber eyes, which were always stern, were now filled with a gentle smile, and even the curve of the tail of her eyes was incredibly soft.

"Excuse me, General."

This whisper was like a feather landing on the tip of Douya's heart, touching the depths of his heart.

He stared blankly at Cui Zi, who had lost her mime sheen and revealed her true womanhood, and covered his chest, taking a deep breath.

"Cuizi, I can't live without you anymore!"

"You're so smooth-talking...you're saying you can't leave me..."

Cuizi lowered her eyes and stared at Douya, "In the end, you still married your childhood sweetheart."

The resentful words that were not in line with the image of a shrine maiden made Douya's scalp tingle.

He quickly flew into the air and looked at the bewildered survivors below.

The small body suddenly burst out with dazzling light, like a second moon suddenly rising in the night sky.

The silvery-white demonic power poured down like a waterfall, outlining the shadow of a cloud dog that covered the sky and the sun in the void.

The shadow was lifelike, and every hair was shining with a divine light.

The huge dog's head lowered, and its majestic gaze swept over the survivors below.

Dou Ya's voice became extremely solemn at this moment, as if it carried the echo of heaven and earth.

"The miko standing before you is the one pointed out by the Takama-ga-hara Oracle. She has descended upon Kyushu by divine will to annihilate the blood race!"

"At dawn tomorrow, the dog tribe, blessed by the gods, will lead you to the pure land where you can settle down and live!"

The shadow swayed slightly as he spoke, scattering bits of starlight.

The majestic voice fell like thunder in the air, and the crowd suddenly fell into a dead silence, even the sound of the wind seemed to freeze.

Some people covered their mouths and cried silently, while others knelt on the ground trembling.

Some people stared at Douya, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.