Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

The Gothic spires pierce the clouds, and the granite exterior walls emit a cold metallic luster in the morning light, forming a sharp contrast with the castle town with green tiles and white walls in the distance.

Twelve gargoyles crouched on the buttresses, their red pupils facing the morning glow in the west.

The stained glass windows are flowing with a dark red like blood amber, casting mottled light and shadows on the misty water vapor of the moat.

Bats circled in the air, making sharp calls from time to time, mixed with the sound of the clappers at the hour of Mao, which was muffled in the fog.

An old woman selling kudzu starch in the castle town holds her clay bowl in her arms to keep warm - since the castle was completed three years ago, the early morning chill has been permeated with the smell of iron.

As soon as the hot steam rising from the steamer in the hot spring room touched the eaves, it was crushed by the shadow of the spire pressing in from the west.

The porters lined up like ants along the wall, the hemp ropes leaving purple marks on their shoulders.

They deliberately pulled their hats down very low, but they couldn't control the twitching of the muscles at the back of their necks - the buzzing of bats brought by the morning breeze made even the strongest men hunch their shoulders.

The stone steps of the moat were covered with slippery moss. Washerwomen squatted in isolated islands, five feet apart, their muffled thuds of fear mingling with the thud of their mallets.

When the girl in the blue shirt was washing the third piece of linen clothing, a sudden strong wind plowed a deep ravine on the river surface, and a shadow completely covered her.

When she looked up in fear, she saw a swarm of bats covering the sky and forming a vortex. The moment the dark red cloak tore through the mist, the figure of a handsome man emerged.

"Lord, master!"

"Spare me!"

The girl's cries of fear were swallowed by the flowing river. When the vampire's pale fingers penetrated the mist, the morning light reflected between his fingers like a cold crystal prism.

The hemp rope around the girl's waist automatically untied itself and turned into green smoke that wrapped around her wrists.

While her screams and pleas for mercy were still stuck in her throat, she was already wrapped in bat wings that smelled of rust.

In the final sight, what drifted towards the reflection of the spire was not only faded clothes, but also the last trace of human body warmth.

The vampires that fell one after another captured most of the young and beautiful girls, and the remaining women did not dare to relax at all.

After a while, some impatient vampires threw the girl, who had become a mummy, into the river.

The splashing water flew onto the women's faces, making their eyes, which were full of fear, a little more lively.

The drain in the west wing of the castle began to swallow up the incomplete youth.

Those bodies that were taken away from time floated down the river and bloomed into pale water lilies the moment they hit the stone steps.

The sound of hammers from the other side of the river continued, but every muffled sound was a death knell for the girls being sacrificed.

From the castle town where the mist never clears, the sound of iron hooves hitting stone slabs can be heard.

Twenty black-armored warriors appeared from the corner of the street, and the men on horseback leaned over the reins like bending a bow.

The leading warrior's vermilion lacquered armor gleamed blood-red in the morning sun, the iron ghost mask covering his cheek was ferocious with fangs, and the three-foot-six-inch wild sword at his waist kept hitting the gilded stirrup as the horse's back rose and fell.

The ink-stained military flags held high by the attendants on both sides fluttered in the wind, and the dark green gentian patterns stretched their sharp teeth in the wind.

When the horses' hooves crushed the puddles on the street, a flock of crows was startled, and the vendors carrying loads on their shoulders staggered back into the shops.

The strong wind brought by the iron hooves of the war horses blew away the indigo-dyed curtain in front of the teahouse. Before the woman could even gasp in panic, the knights had already shot across the winding street like an arrow.

The red reins hanging from the saddle left burn marks on the bluestone slabs, and the collision of armor and scales made a sound like a metallic rainstorm.

The wooden door at the town entrance suddenly opened, and when the samurai whipped their whips, the white hemp wrapped hands under the iron arm guards were exposed. Twenty black shadows rushed towards the distant human city against the rising sun.

"The looting and fighting are about to begin again!"

The blood-red skirt blossomed into an inverted rose on the bronze spire, and her long hair, pink with a hint of silver, cut through the dawn like the afterglow of a comet.

The morning light condensed into liquid emerald in her eyes, and tiny specks of light swam deep in her irises.

The feet suspended at the junction of dawn and dusk are as pale as new snow, and the ankles reveal the texture of mother-of-pearl in the morning light.

The waistline that once curved upward suddenly narrowed, and the rose that bloomed in the summer of eighteen years old bloomed forever under the collarbone.

The jawline cuts through the morning mist, and the lips are filled with the golden red of melted beeswax.

Even the oldest night owl couldn't remember how many virgin thrills he had to sip to forge such breathtaking beauty.

Akasha Bradlipa, the most powerful vampire demon under the True Ancestor, frowned as he looked at the twenty corpse cavalrymen that were sweeping away. He did not approve of this predatory development model at all.

Every day, dozens of corpses are discharged from the castle moat into nearby rivers, and the vampires scattered to nearby human cities are reveling every night.

If it weren't for Akasha's insistence, the local humans would have been slaughtered and turned into the most magnificent sacred pool for vampires.

As a vampire clan from a foreign land that came across the sea four years ago.

Since landing in Kyushu, their true ancestor Alkad took action, defeated the great demon lord of the "Fifty-three Demons Night Parade", and established the Kingdom of Oga.

The original sin engraved on the fangs makes the vampire indulge in the feast of virgin blood forever.

That sweetness is the moonlight soaked in the fuzz of ripe peaches, the trembling of the calyx of the lily of the valley just before it blooms, and the plum wine fermenting on a summer night of seventeen, wrapped in the fishy sweetness of morning dew that has not been contaminated by the world.

Every drop of nectar that enters the throat will be an enjoyment for the body and soul, and the origin of the dark night will stir up a black tide deep in the bone marrow.

The ancient blood is taking the virgin's gasps as a guide, step by step distilling their mottled blood into new taboos, approaching their source - the True Ancestor.

But Akasha, who had been personally gifted with the Source Blood by the True Ancestor, understood—

Human blood is no longer useful to the True Ancestors. Even those vampire marquises and dukes, no matter how much blood they drink, can never become True Ancestors!

They lack the most important source of blood, and the strongest vampire duke is only equivalent to a great demon in this world.

"Therefore, there is no need to exhaust all resources, causing displeasure among other forces and leading to an attack on the Kingdom of Yuga."

Akasha thought that they had been forced to give up two-thirds of the area and move their entire group to the Fifty-three Demon Night Parade near the western sea area, and she was a little worried about what would happen next.

"In the original battle, the True Ancestor only defeated the Great Ghost Lord, but did not have the ability to kill him."

"The only area where we have an absolute advantage is in the combat power of the Duke and Marquis. If they bring in external reinforcements, our clan will surely be utterly defeated!"

Akasha, who was saved by Alkad, became worried about the situation in the Kingdom of Otoga.

After thinking for a long time since the castle was built, she turned around, lifted her fluttering skirt, and walked towards the depths of the castle.

Chapter 66 The Returning Scolding

The biting spring chill has not yet dissipated, and the biting cold wind is howling through the mountains and forests.

The Crow Tengu flapped its black feathers and hovered in the air where dead branches and new buds were intertwined.

The iron beak reflected the cold light of the melting snow, revealing a murderous aura.

The ground formation was strict, and the armor of dozens of dog demons was glowing with a dark red luster.

The blood and rust left on the claws' teeth converge into the majestic posture of a victor as they leap.

When the cherry blossoms were swept up by the evil spirit, the low roars rolling in the throats of the monsters and the trembling frequency of the crows' wings wove the final song of the battle in the morning mist.

Shun Lei Ya swung his tail like a steel whip, and the lightning dancing between his mane intertwined with the flames flowing on the fangs of Yuyan Wan.

The sinister murderous intent gradually faded under the falling cherry blossoms.

"Lord Shun Raiga, Lord Hell Flame Maru!"

The messenger, Crow Tengu, descended from the sky and knelt on one knee in front of the two men.

His lowered head almost touched the blood scabs on the dog demon's claws.

"We have cleared out the intermediate-level monster tribes within our area within a month. According to the general's order, we have reached the time to return."

The honorifics rolling in his throat carried the sound of metal and iron - this was the most instinctive submission of the Crow Tengu clan to absolute power.

He looked at the two dog leaders, who were wrapped in evil thoughts and resentment, as if they were real. The admiration in his heart was like the snow on the top of Mount Fuji that never melts all year round, pure and boundless.

After a month of bloody fighting, the Tianzhong completely conquered the Crow Tengu.

They could hardly imagine what Crow Tengu could use to fight against the Dog Tribe if they were hostile to it.

It would be better to be the first little brother to surrender, follow behind the big brother, fight when the wind is favorable, wave flags and shout cheers for him.

In these turbulent times, since a sharp blade is destined to hang at the side of your neck, it is better to put your throat into the hands of the strongest.

"With Chief Nuya here, everything will be fine."

The Crow Tengu are not blind either.

Every time I go to the general's mansion, my clan leader always dresses up.

The dark color spreads layer by layer from the center of the eyebrows, and turns into crow feathers flapping their wings as if about to take flight at the corners of the eyes.

The most wonderful thing is her red lips. The crimson rouge was mixed with gold foil. As she spoke, her lips curled up slightly, as if she was holding half of the scorching sunset in her mouth.

Dazzling and charming!

With such a stunning beauty and dress, who wouldn’t be confused?

In the hearts of the Crow Tengu, Her Highness Lingyue is indeed youthful and gorgeous, like a flower blooming in spring, but the head of the family is no less impressive, and each has his own merits.

"Then let's go back."

Instantly, Lei Ya's deep voice rang out, and he slashed through the mountains like a blade.

Crimson cherry blossoms danced all over the sky, brushing past the dog demon's sharp brows.

Finally, fifteen figures drove away from the rugged mountain road littered with corpses in the blood mist.

The fallen petals were soaked in crimson, like countless broken butterfly wings, withering away between blood-stained fangs.

The city of mountain teeth.

The Dog General, dressed in a dark red military uniform, stood at the city gate, flanked by the three elders of the Dog Clan and the Crow Tengu Clan Chief.

Everyone was solemn, their eyes fixed on the distant black spots that appeared and disappeared in the sky like a flock of geese.

Following the trajectory of the wind, they could already smell the returning Tianbu.

On the mountain road ten miles away, the red evil ghost shrugged his nose and looked suddenly excited.

He let out a long howl like a dragon or a wolf, rustling the leaves in the mountains and forests.

The sound of the wind surrounded her body, and the dead leaves behind her danced wildly, forming red and black afterimages.

"We are leading the team!"

Looking at the red evil ghost who was out of touch with the team, Qi Tian's eyes flashed with helplessness, and he waved his hand to let the dog demons behind him speed up.

"Everyone, hurry up, the general and the elders are waiting for us up ahead!"

The crows and tengu on the horizon also saw the location of another celestial tribe.