Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

He chuckled, his canine teeth gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "But after all, the most crucial thing is missing."

As a true great monster, he knows the gap between realms better than anyone else.

Those surging evil spirits seem majestic, but in fact they are like loose sand - no matter how much cotton there is, it cannot penetrate the iron plate.

Real qualitative change requires extreme condensation, just like tempering ten thousand pounds of iron ore into a three-foot-long sword.

"However, this is a good start. My dog ​​tribe will no longer have any shortcomings in the mid-to-high-level combat power."

"To compete with the world, huh——"

Maybe one day, Ashura Blood Battle Flag will really be able to find the path to the highest peak.

But before that, they still need to go through a real baptism of blood.

The Dog King turned and disappeared into the vast night, and the sword at his waist suddenly rang.

The clear sword roared like a dragon's roar, piercing the sky and echoing among the mountains.

The moon is bright in the sky, but the stars are dim.

The giant raccoon cat, leader of the Shikoku's "Eighty-Eight Demons Night Parade," sits on top of a cliff, its nine-foot-tall body entwined with phantom blue will-o'-the-wisp flames.

The great ghost lord of Kyushu's [Fifty-three Ghosts Night Parade] stood in the air, a dull heartbeat like a war drum could be heard from under his bronze mask, and dark red blood mist seeped out from between his armor.

The two monstrous demonic energies collided with each other, the sea of ​​clouds boiled like raging waves, and the stars in the sky trembled.

The sword continued to ring as the Dog King stepped onto the moonlight, and every step he took created silver ripples in the air.

The three kings confronted each other, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The demonic energy, sword intent, and ghost fire tore at each other, causing the space within a radius of a hundred miles to collapse and solidify, like eternal amber, sealing all time within it.

The three forces struggled with each other, and the space cracked inch by inch, but was forcibly bridged by an even more terrifying energy.

Mountains collapsed silently, rivers stagnated and turned upside down, and even the moonlight was twisted into broken silver flakes, floating on the solidified battlefield.

"Dog King, your dog tribe is so proud right now. Could it be that killing the progenitor and completely controlling the Western Kingdom is not enough? Do you want to go further?"

The Great Ghost Lord raised his eyes, his scarlet pupils flickering in the shadows.

He stared coldly at the Dog King standing on his horse with his sword in hand, his voice hoarse and low, every word sharp as a knife.

"Give up the western part of the West Country, and the three of us will form an offensive and defensive alliance - otherwise, whether it is the Country of Oga or Tengu Mountain."

"Even the blades of the Kinki countries will not allow your dog tribe to develop safely!"

The Great Ghost Lord's words were cold and realistic.

Today, Japan is divided into many factions, and no single force can truly rule the country.

The rise of the dog tribe is too dazzling.

Not only was Kansai shaken, but even the undercurrent in Kanto was stirred.

All forces are sharpening their knives and accelerating their offensive.

The souls of the dead in the underworld are constantly flowing, and the ferry to Yomi Hirasaka runs day and night.

But what is strange is those ancient monsters who are truly at the top.

But he remained silent, as if waiting for a certain opportunity to come.

"The Western Kingdom's territory is vast, far surpassing the Four Kingdoms and the Nine Provinces. How can we allow the Dog Tribe to enjoy it all?"

The big raccoon narrowed his long eyes and leaned his fat body forward slightly. Although he had not discussed it with the Great Ghost Lord, the tacit understanding between the demon kings allowed him to add this sentence at the right time.

"Why not... let us have a share?"

"Ah!"

Upon hearing this, the Dog King curled up the corners of his blade-like lips into a sneer, his golden demon pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold demonic flame ignited in the depths of his pupils.

"The Western Kingdom of our Dog Clan has never been 'given' away by anyone!"

He slowly pressed his five fingers onto the hilt of the sword. The Fang Sword sensed the master's fighting spirit and emitted a low humming sound.

"If you two want it, you may come and get it in person."

Before he finished speaking, the stagnant space suddenly collapsed!

The eyes under the bronze mask of the Great Ghost Lord suddenly turned scarlet, and a huge blood mist surged out of his palms, transforming into thousands of ferocious ghost hands, tearing through the solidified night and rushing straight towards the Dog King!

"That's what I've been waiting for!"

The big raccoon's fat body swelled rapidly amidst its wild laughter, the phantom blue ghost fire surged, its mountain-like body suddenly leaped up, its sharp claws wrapped in a cold deathly aura, chopped down on the head!

The Dog King did not retreat but advanced, his fang sword unsheathed.

A sword slashed across, like the moon at dawn!

After killing his own brother, the Dog King fulfilled his long-cherished wish. His mind was no longer hindered and his strength increased dramatically.

"Come!"

His golden eyes were burning and his fighting spirit was soaring.

Wherever the sword pointed, even the air wailed as it could not bear the weight.

In the Kansai region, all the great monsters standing at the top are paying close attention to the battle here.

In Kyushu, the spire of the Blood Castle pierces the night, and the great demon of strength, the ancestor of vampires, Alkad, reclines on the obsidian throne.

He gently shook the crystal glass, and the bright red virgin blood rippled in the glass. Wisps of blood mist flew up from the glass, gradually outlining the battlefield thousands of miles away.

The sword light of the Dog King cut through the clouds, the bloody claws of the Great Ghost Lord tore open the earth, and the wild laughter of the Big Civet Cat shattered the mountains.

The aftermath of the collision of the three monstrous demonic powers actually transmitted through the Blood Mirror Technique, a pressure that shook the castle.

Akasha Bradlipa, who was closest to the True Ancestor's realm, stared at the blood mirror with a hint of worry in her heart.

In Shikoku, on the Tengu Mountain Star Dome Terrace, a sea of ​​clouds that has lasted for thousands of years is surging beneath your feet.

Iizuna Maru Ryu's fingers holding the black piece hovered above the chessboard, and the gilded haori remained motionless in the night wind.

On the opposite side, Yakumo Yukari's folding fan half-covered her red lips, and her enchanting eyes were faintly visible behind the fan.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the sunspot falling on the disk shattered a piece of starlight.

Instantly, the lines across the chessboard glowed with a faint blue light, and the suspended starlight automatically reorganized, projecting the real-time battle situation on the Western battlefield between the two of them.

When the Inu King chopped the giant raccoon cat away with one sword, Yakumo Yukari's fingertips just happened to lightly touch the Tianyuan position.

The splashing starlight and the sword light complemented each other, making her pupils glow with an enchanting light.

Iizuna Marulong's crow feathers moved without wind as he watched the bloody claws of the Great Demon Lord tear open the Dog King's back in the starlight.

The star map then fluctuated, revealing the image of a giant raccoon reorganizing its body on a distant mountaintop.

"Master Daitengu, are you in the mood for a gamble?"

Yakumo Yukari's light laughter suddenly broke through the solemn air, and the gold-painted folding fan opened with a "swish". The faint light flowing from the fan made her eyebrows and eyes look like a painting, and she was extremely beautiful.

"Where will the fate of these three kingdoms go?"

Iizuna Maruryū sat as still as a bell, only his solemn expression revealed the turmoil in his heart.

In the shadows behind her, the Tengu clan's secretive great demon was gradually emerging.

The subtle pressure distorted the surrounding starlight.

Yakumo Yukari covered her lips with a fan, and an elusive glow flashed in her amethyst-like eyes.

The battle situation changes rapidly!

The huge body of the raccoon cat was chopped off and crashed into three mountains, causing rubble to shatter and smoke to rise into the sky!

Amidst the rolling dust, his crazy laughter was heard, as loud as thunder, shaking the mountains!

He was covered in blood, and his hideous wounds were wriggling and healing like a living thing, his flesh and blood regenerating, and his bones reshaping!

Every drop of falling blood twisted and expanded when it hit the ground, turning into a grinning little civet cat, screaming and rushing into the battlefield!

The Great Ghost Lord took the opportunity to attack, and the corners of his mouth under the bronze mask cracked to his ears.

What came out was not a tongue, but a scarlet tentacle covered with barbs, heading straight for the Dog King's throat!

The sky at the junction of the three kingdoms was dyed into a strange purple-red color because of this great battle between monsters!

All the high-level monsters in the Three Kingdoms were moved and amazed.

"The battle of the demon kings has begun!"

"Everyone, speed up! Kill all who invade our Western Kingdom!"

Ling Yue led the dog demon tribe and swept across the mountains like a gust of wind. The base of the Kyushu [Fifty-three Ghosts Night Parade] branch was already in front of them.

As the morning light begins to appear, the sky turns a pale blue.

Ling Yue's long, silver-white hair cascaded like a waterfall in the dim light, fluttering freely in the biting mountain breeze.

She raised her eyes slightly, her golden demon pupils as blazing as molten gold, reflecting the hundreds of ghosts lined up in a fierce formation within the barrier.

They lurk behind a dark barrier, with ghostly aura surging.

Scarlet pupils flickered in the shadows, like countless ferocious beasts about to pounce.

"cut!"

Ling Yue flicked her wrist, and the Sword of Fang suddenly burst out with dazzling moonlight.

The light was even colder than the morning glow at dawn, as if the last ray of night was condensed on the blade.

The moment the sword fell, the air let out a sharp whistle, and even the morning light was split in two wherever the sword light passed.

The barrier of the Hundred Ghosts trembled violently, and the surface of the dark barrier was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks. Fine blue ghost fires burst out from the cracks, like the last gasp of a dying beast.

"Red Demon attacks head-on! Hyolan Maru freezes the battlefield!"

Ling Yue's cold voice pierced the battlefield.

There was a gleam of excitement in the eyes of the Red Evil Ghost, and the dog demon troops under his command let out a deafening howl at the same time. The demon pattern jade on the center of the brow shone brightly, connecting with each other.

The shadow of the Howling Dog expanded several times and shot towards the crack in the barrier like a sharp arrow.

At the same time, the troops led by Binglanmaru have turned into ice-fang war dogs with crystal bodies.