Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"Really... can he be saved?" a young girl asked in a tearful voice.

The young man with the broken arm suddenly kowtowed heavily, resting his forehead on the ground and sobbing, "Thank you, God... Thank you, Miko-sama..."

The bonfire crackled, illuminating every tearful face.

In those tears, there is the joy of surviving a disaster, the sorrow of losing loved ones, and the hope and fear for the future.

The night wind blew up a few pieces of ashes, swirling them up among the crowd, like the souls of the deceased saying their final farewell.

Cuizi walked forward slowly and spoke gently.

"Please rest in peace. When the sun rises tomorrow, it will be your new life."

Her voice wasn't loud, but each syllable carried a soothing rhythm.

The tense shoulders gradually relaxed, and the clenched knuckles loosened one by one.

Someone finally closed his tired eyes and fell asleep on his companion's shoulder.

Cui Zi watched all this quietly, with a barely visible smile on the corner of her lips.

After everyone fell asleep peacefully, the witch suddenly turned around and grabbed Douya's neck with her slender fingers like iron clamps.

Her rapid breathing condensed into white mist in the cold night, and her amber pupils shrank slightly with anger.

"Can anyone speak for the Takama-ga-hara Oracle? If..."

Before she could finish her words, Douya's furry tail gently touched her lips.

The soft tip of the tail carries the warmth of the sun, but at this moment it reveals a hint of irresistible power.

He put away his cynical expression, and his golden vertical pupils gradually lit up in the night, like two miniature full moons, emitting a strange and dangerous halo.

"Eight million gods, eight million monsters."

His voice was low and distant, but it ended with a hint of contemptuous smile.

"How many of those who sit high in the clouds and are worshipped by mortals are true gods? They are just monsters that have lived long enough—"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his pupils, "And how many of them can defeat me?"

The night wind suddenly blew, making Cui Zi's sleeves rustle.

Douya's demonic aura spread silently, and the air around him stagnated for a moment.

"Since they can call themselves gods," he chuckled, his voice so soft it almost blended into the wind, yet every word was clear, "Why can't I?"

Douya deftly broke free from Cuizi's hand and landed lightly on her shoulder.

In the moonlight, his small figure seemed to cast a huge shadow.

"One day, the place where I am will be the true divine realm!"

Cui Zi's pupils shrank slightly, and the night wind suddenly became cold, blowing the loose hair on her forehead into a messy flutter, casting fine shadows on her face.

She slowly turned her head and stared at the palm-sized figure on her shoulder - the vertical pupils were burning with ambition that she had never seen before.

"Insanity."

Her voice was very soft, but like a thin blade cutting through ice, it carried a barely perceptible tremor, "Do you know what you are saying?"

Douya grinned, his sharp canine teeth shining coldly in the moonlight.

"Clearer than ever."

"Just like you know the road ahead is dangerous, but you still want to travel alone across the nine provinces."

"The road I will take in the future will be even more eventful than you can imagine."

Cui Zi sighed softly, a helpless arc curling up at the corner of her lips, "So I have entered your den of thieves and there is no way out?"

Douya didn't answer immediately. He lightly leaped into Cuizi's palm, his golden pupils fixed on her without blinking.

The moonlight flowed between them, outlining the two figures, one big and one small, with silver outlines.

"I'll give you a chance." He suddenly spoke, his voice so soft as if he was afraid to disturb the quiet night. "Are you willing to leave?"

The crackling of the distant campfire and the breathing of the survivors became distant at this moment.

Their eyes met in the air, as if countless unspoken words were flowing in the silence.

Cui Zi stared at the little demon dog in her palm, looking at the burning ambition and...the deep-hidden expectation in his eyes.

After a long time, she gently closed her fingers and held the fangs in her palm.

"Really..."

The witch's voice was filled with a gentle resignation, "I lost to you."

"Oh, so reluctant?"

Cui Zi raised her eyebrows, rubbed the Q-version Dou Ya's chubby cheeks with her two thumbs, and pulled them to both sides without any hesitation.

"You stinky dog!" she said dissatisfiedly, but the strength in her hands was just right, "Stop getting carried away here!"

"It hurts, it hurts—" Douya wailed exaggeratedly, his tail wagging happily, "Miko-sama, please spare my life!"

Mica lay on the side, its two front paws crossed and supporting its chin, its blood-jade cat eyes half-open and half-closed, its eyelids drooping heavily from time to time, then rising slightly as it struggled.

Its ears twitched involuntarily, and an almost inaudible sigh came from the depths of its throat.

Mica slowly curled up, rolling herself up like a fluffy snowball.

The two fluffy cat tails overlapped lightly, just enough to cover the sensitive tips of the ears.

With this action, the tense lines on Yunmu's face finally relaxed, his beard trembled comfortably, revealing a rare relaxed expression, and he fell into a peaceful dream.

Under the same bright moon, the surface of the Seto Inland Sea was shimmering with tiny silver lights.

At first, it was just a dark shadow on the skyline, like dark clouds slowly swallowing up the bright moonlight.

But soon, the shadow expanded at an alarming speed, and the purple-black evil spirit surged like a tide.

Wherever it passed, the sea boiled and huge waves spread out to both sides.

Immediately afterwards, the army broke through the waves, the Asura warriors stepped on the demonic clouds, their armors grim, their scarlet eyes sparkled like stars in the night, yet were colder than the stars.

Bing Lanwan lowered his eyes and gazed, only to see countless black shadows rapidly rising from the depths of the dark sea, which made him smile.

"Military Lord!"

The leading mermaid leader, Minamoto no Yoshitomo, jumped out of the water and said respectfully.

"In response to Lord Qi Tian's order, the three thousand elite aquatic warriors have assembled!"

Qi Tian was one step ahead of the Ashura troops and, according to the planned plan, arranged the mermaid army in the Seto Inland Sea to boost their momentum.

During this trip to Kyushu, the Dog Clan seeks not only a bloody conquest, but also a reputation that will be praised by all people.

Using benevolence as the blade and the trend of the times as the front - this battle will surely shake the world!

"March—!"

Binglanwan's long roar tore through the night sky.

In an instant——

In the sky, the dog army crushed the flowing clouds.

In the sea, the mermaid army stirred up raging waves.

The two armies meshed like the gears of fate and rolled towards the coast of Kyushu.

Qi Tian arrived at the location of King Dou Ya when the sky was just getting light.

Chapter 144 My Good Wife

Western Kingdom, the city of mountain teeth.

The warm morning light coats the towering castle tower with a layer of flowing gold foil, and the golden dragons on the eaves sparkle in the morning sun.

The morning breeze blows by, and the wind chimes on the eaves play clear music.

In the elegant and solemn government hall, green smoke curled up from the agarwood table.

The figures of the three great dog monsters appeared particularly solemn in the interweaving of light and shadow.

The sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on their luxurious robes.

"The Asuras and the Mermen have officially entered Kyushu."

"With Binglanwan, Hongxiegui, and Jiandouwan as the spearheads, each leading a thousand merfolk, they are sweeping through the vampire territory in a trident formation. They are now unstoppable."

"The miko Tsuiko and Arkad engaged in combat, and a deformed tentacle monster emerged from the hands of the vampire progenitor. It was even more powerful than the great demon lord I had killed before."

The intelligence from the front line is transmitted to Douya one by one through the Magatama communication system.

Now hearing that the situation on the front line is very good, the Dog King in silver armor and white robes nodded.

"The strength of the Ashura tribe is unquestionable. As long as Alkad doesn't take action personally, it's only a matter of time before they kill their way to the capital of the Kingdom of Oga."

"The Miko is currently locked in a stalemate with the True Ancestor. To prevent Arkad from becoming desperate and attacking our elite troops, I should depart immediately."

The Dog King's gaze fell on his serious-looking son-in-law and asked in a deep voice, "Douya, can that Cuizi really be trusted?"

The idea of ​​a big monster and a shrine maiden joining forces seems like a fairy tale in today's chaotic world where monsters eat people.

If Douya hadn't been the one in control, the Dog King would never have had any contact with the Miko.

It’s not that the shrine maidens are bad. On the contrary, the shrine maidens who can protect their own people with their lives are worthy of admiration in the eyes of the Dog King.

But his hero is my enemy.

Even the Dog King finds it difficult to be exempt from this issue of the demon's stance.

But what’s interesting is that the Dog King agrees with the existence of the plantation and the Kingdom of Senluo.

The older generation of dog demons had this in mind—

It’s okay to keep pets, but it’s not okay to keep pets that may kill their owners!

"It's credible!" Dou Ya replied concisely, and Ling Yue beside him pursed her red lips.

"That's good."

The Dog King immediately stood up and shook his robe. The communication magatama on his waist collided with the scabbard, making a crisp jade-like sound.