Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

But the monster following behind the witch made them retreat.

After being harmed by vampires, these people are deeply afraid of monsters.

Apart from the more friendly-looking dog tribe, the mermaids, whose transformation is not complete, are really hard to get close to.

"Lord Cuizi."

Commander Seto bowed his head respectfully, his gills opening and closing gently on the side of his neck.

"The camp's population has exceeded 80,000 and continues to grow. The food reserves we've found can only last for five days at most. The Western countries have expressed their willingness to accept some refugees..."

Tsuiko frowned slightly and turned her head to look at the Seto mermaid commander who was half a step behind.

"Those destroyed vampire castles should have stored a lot of food. How could there not be enough?"

Commander Seto said gravely, "We did find granaries, but most of them were destroyed by vampires."

He lowered his voice and said, "Those grains are stained with the blood of ghouls. Ordinary people will have serious adverse reactions after eating them, and there is a high probability that they will be transformed into new ghouls."

As for why he knew this, Commander Seto did not say, and Tsuiko did not ask. Some things should not be asked.

Just like the morning mist in late autumn, it shouldn't spread out in the sunlight.

And what Commander Seto said was only heard by the miko.

If the refugees heard this, they would be plunged into deeper despair as they were already lost.

The autumn wind blew up the yellow grass leaves on the ground, letting a wisp of hair blow across the witch's lips, just covering up the almost inaudible sigh.

A child's heart-wrenching cough came from afar, cutting her eardrums like a blunt knife.

Cui Zi looked up and saw the continuous tents undulating like gray waves in the twilight, extending all the way to the end of the horizon.

She had once saved only a village or a town, with a population of only a few thousand. Now the population has approached 90,000, which is more than the population of some small countries.

Nearly ninety thousand pairs of hungry eyes, ninety thousand desperate faces—the number was so overwhelming that it took her breath away.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out on the east side of the camp.

Tsuiko looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly ronin grabbing the collar of a thin young man, digging his dirt-covered nails deep into his neck.

The coarse cloth package that the young man was holding tightly in his arms was torn open, and several shriveled rice balls rolled into the mud.

"I haven't eaten enough in three days!"

The ronin crushed the rice ball that rolled to his feet, sending rice grains mixed with dirt scattering everywhere. "Are you little brats worthy of eating alone?"

The refugees around them turned their heads away numbly, and several mothers hurriedly covered their children's eyes.

An old man trembled as he tried to step forward to dissuade them, but was frightened back by the cold light from the wakizashi on the ronin's waist.

Just as Cuizi was about to step forward, a team of mermaids patrolling nearby came quickly and chopped off the ronin's head roughly.

The Shiranui mermaid leader shook off the blood drops on the knife, and the sticky blood plasma on the blade drew a dark red arc in the air, splashing on the straw sandals of the surrounding refugees.

"Look carefully!"

He grabbed the ronin's head by the hair and held the severed head high up, which still had an expression of astonishment.

Sticky blood dripped through his fingers, leaving dark red dots on the dry mud.

At the severed neck, the cross-section of muscles and blood vessels was clearly visible. A drop of blood that had not yet coagulated hung at the broken trachea, trembling slightly in the autumn wind.

"This is what happens when you break camp rules!"

Commander Shiranui threw the head towards the crowd. The head bounced a few times on the ground and finally stopped at the feet of a ronin.

The warrior who was also carrying a weapon trembled with fear and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Robbers, die!"

"Whoever hurts others shall die!"

"Adulterers, die!"

Every time he shouted the word "die", Commander Shiranui walked towards several strong men, then slammed the ground heavily with his long sword, and the blood on the blade that had not yet dried splattered with the vibration.

The men had blood splashed on their faces, but they didn't even dare to wipe it off.

"You can report each other. If the allegations are true, we in the Western Country will naturally act impartially and kill all the evildoers. We can also leave some food for them."

Commander Shiranui looked around the place and when he saw someone who looked like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to step forward, he didn't bother to interfere.

If they themselves are unwilling to save themselves, there is nothing they can do.

The atmosphere at the scene only became relaxed when the mermaid team took the body away.

The men watching dared to breathe heavily, exchanging terrified glances with each other, and some even secretly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

However, at the back of the crowd, women holding babies looked relieved.

A white-haired old woman trembled as she took out the bread from her arms. A hint of relief flashed in her cloudy eyes. "Finally... the child can eat in peace."

Several thin girls hugged each other tightly, their tears soaking each other's shoulders.

Their eyes followed the mermaid warrior's departing back, with an unspeakable sense of peace.

Cui Zi stood still, watching the bloodstains gradually drying on the ground, as if measuring the distance between justice and fear.

Commander Seto behind him whispered.

"This is the order conveyed by Lord Qi Tian to General Quan. In these difficult times, anyone who still turns violence against their own family will be executed as a warning to others."

Cui Zi, who was not a fake saint, naturally understood the reason for using severe punishments in troubled times.

Just watching the monster uphold justice and punish the pests in front of her, this wonderful sense of déjà vu made her feel happy but also a little confused.

A country where humans and demons coexist is not an illusory fantasy, but a practical and feasible path.

But now, what humans are doing is even worse than what monsters are doing, which really makes Cui Zi feel painful.

She shook her head and continued walking through the camp, continuing the previous discussion.

"So many people need to be transferred to the Western Kingdom. It's a long journey of thousands of miles, and there's a possibility that not even one out of ten will survive. Do you have any good ideas?"

Commander Seto nodded first, then shook his head and said, "Master Qi Tian said there is a way, he just wants us to prepare."

"Also, the migration work also requires the supervision of the witch lady."

"The survivors trust you more."

Cui Zi nodded slightly and agreed to the task, but she didn't intend to ask any further questions.

The real boss of the Western Country is in her sleeve. Cui Zi plans to ask about the whole story later so that she can have a better understanding of it.

If we could move everyone to the West, we wouldn't be so timid the next time we fight Alkad.

But before Cui Zi could ask, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the distant sky.

Above the dusky sky, two huge figures came breaking through the clouds.

Chapter 157 Population is a Resource

The camp fell into silence in an instant.

The refugees looked up, staring blankly at the two cloud dogs that seemed to have walked out of a myth, and even forgot to breathe.

Some people's knees gave way and they fell to the ground, their foreheads resting on the cold earth, as if instinctively surrendering to this transcendental power.

Someone hugged the child in his arms tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strength, as if if he held on any tighter, he would rub all his bones and blood into the child's body.

Others subconsciously reached for the weapons at their waists—even though the rusty iron pieces were no match for the struggles of an ant in the face of such great power.

Dou Ya and Ling Yue stood in the clouds.

The blood-red beast eyes burned in the twilight, like two red suns floating in the chaos, overlooking all living things.

(That feeling became stronger again.)

Fear, awe, prayer, despair—primitive worship born from the instinct of all living things flooded into his perception like a tide.

It was immediately swallowed up, ground and tempered by the power of the realm of all things.

Eventually, it turns into a wish power as clear as glass, pure as snow and smooth as jade.

The power of this prayer is higher than the general demonic power and spiritual power, but lower than the realm power that only great monsters can possess.

Douya did not feel any confusion in his thoughts.

It was probably completely assimilated by the power of Senluo, leaving only the pure essence.

"These are the king and queen of my Western Kingdom!"

"Guardian of Kyushu!"

Sensing the incoming aura, Qi Tian let out a long roar, bowed his head and kowtowed, his silver armor glowing coldly in the twilight.

In an instant, it was as if invisible dominoes had fallen—

The mermaid warriors put away their weapons, curled up their legs, and knelt on the ground.

Even the refugees, who had been in a state of panic just now, knelt down under the influence of this atmosphere, their rough hands timidly grasping the soil.

The two cloud dogs stretched out their bodies, blocking out the sky and the sun, with star-like spots of light flickering among their cloud-like fur.

Above the countless lowered heads, a suffocating pressure was cast.

Cuizi looked up at the sky, then down at the ground. For the first time in the West, she discovered that religious worship was not clear because it was too far away.

Now, in her spiritual eyes, she could see thousands of golden threads rising from the kneeling crowd.

These powers of faith are like smoke and fog, yet as solid as silk, weaving a brilliant sky net in the twilight, and finally all merging into the two majestic figures in the clouds.

Cui Zi understood.

In the eyes of these kneeling people, the one standing in the clouds was no longer an ordinary monster, but a god walking among the human world.

(No, even more than God...)

Cui Zi's pupils shrank slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched her sleeves.

She had seen the gods high above in heaven—some sitting in the clouds, some hidden in shrines, all of them detached from the world.

But the Western overlord in front of him was different. His power was as scorching as fire, and the power of faith was as surging as the tide.

That arrogant attitude even reminded Cuizi of the records in ancient books -