Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"The matter of the big raccoon cat..." Yakumo Yukari's voice was erratic, as if coming from all directions.

"If you need help, you can always come to me."

"Don't worry, the affairs of Shikoku will be handled by Tengu Mountain."

Iizuna Maru Ryu's wings suddenly spread out, stirring up a strong wind.

The night wind blew up the fallen leaves, and Yakumo Yukari's figure had disappeared in the gap.

Only a faint fragrance remains in the air.

Iizuna Maruryū stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the Shikoku land formed by a huge star map under the sea of ​​clouds.

Keeping the Commander-in-Chief, the big raccoon cat, was a good move—

Most of the monsters who are unwilling to submit to Tengu Mountain will surrender to him, thus maintaining a delicate balance within the four countries.

This not only prevents foreign forces from targeting Tengu Mountain, which could have dominated a country long ago, but also allows the Tengu to maintain a certain level of vigilance.

"but now--"

Her red eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the round fan at her waist.

Since the dog tribe has set its sights on the giant raccoon cat, there is no guarantee that they will not take the opportunity to interfere with the four countries. We must make plans early.

The night wind brought the sound of the wings of patrolling crows and tengu in the distance.

Iizuna Maruryū frowned when he thought of the Inu Taisho who was valued by Yakumo Yukari and possessed the power of devouring.

"To allow such a being to grow..." she whispered to herself, "What on earth is that woman, who is always so unpredictable, planning?"

"How can I, Tengu Mountain, protect my own interests in this chaotic world?"

A dark cloud quietly covered the bright moon, and the observatory on Tengu Mountain fell into darkness.

Only Iizuna Marulong's red eyes were as bright as a blood moon in the night.

Kyushu, the country of Yuga.

In the vampire castle.

In the throne room, the true vampire Alkad stood quietly in front of the painted glass window.

My fingers gently stroked the window frame, and the nails made a slight sound when they touched the glass.

Those crimson eyes reflected the changes in the castle town in the distance—

A thin mist, like a veil, enveloped the sleeping streets. Within the mist, humans were transforming into ghouls at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their skin quickly turned gray, their nails grew into claws, and their painful wails intertwined into a shrill requiem on the night wind.

A child fell to his knees, scratching his throat with his fingers, but the roar of an adult man came out.

There were roars coming from below the castle. The newly born vampires were thriving in the glory of the True Ancestor.

Their pale skin had a pearly sheen, and their fangs were barely visible between their lips.

Ever since the Great Ghost Lord was killed by the Douya King, the leader of the blood clan has been meditating in the dark hall.

The candlelight flickered behind him, lengthening his figure like a bat with its wings spread out, casting a shadow on the stone wall.

He stared at his palms—

It was a pale, slender hand, with light blue veins appearing on the bony back of the hand.

He had torn the throats of countless powerful enemies, but he was unable to kill the Great Ghost Lord.

The enemy who had been entangled with him for decades was finally beheaded by the dog demon's blade.

The corners of Arkad's mouth twitched slightly, and his pale lips parted, but he failed to form any expression that could be called a "smile."

"The immortal and indestructible, the strongest True Ancestor in history?"

He whispered, his voice echoing in the empty hall, like self-mockery, but also like some kind of cold question.

In the shadows behind Arkad, the sticky darkness squirmed like a living thing, slowly condensing into twisted outlines, as if silently responding to its master's whispers.

"Perhaps it's just like what Akasha said, nothing can be rushed."

His voice was cold and slow, and each syllable seemed to rise from an icy abyss.

"However, if we had not used drastic measures after crossing the vast ocean, how could we have settled down and established the present-day Kingdom of Yujia?"

He didn't think he had done anything wrong - it was just that his methods were a little... hasty and cruel.

Alkad turned and slowly walked towards the throne carved from obsidian.

The moment he sat down, shadows gathered like a tide and wrapped around his fingertips.

He raised his hand carelessly, and the darkness beneath his feet suddenly surged.

A slippery tentacle broke out of the shadows, and the top was like a suction cup, holding up a crystal goblet filled with scarlet sticky liquid.

It was the blood of a virgin, still not cold, and still slowly sliding down the wall of the cup.

He took the wine glass, stroking the rim with his fingertips, his scarlet eyes reflecting the swaying liquid in the glass, as if he was staring at the reflection of another world.

"Akasha..."

He chuckled softly, his voice a little weary and a little sarcastic, "Your gentleness is ultimately only suitable for that decadent old world."

Raise your head and drink it all.

A drop of blood slid from the corner of his lip, and before it hit the ground, it was greedily swept away by another tentacle that emerged from the darkness.

"Dog demon..."

Chapter 106 General, Wenwen loves you~ (Additional Update)

Dog Clan, City of Mountain Teeth.

Inside the castle tower, the Inu King was writing furiously at his desk, writing wedding invitations for his children.

On the vermilion lacquer desk, the incense burner belched out green smoke, shrouding the official documents in the room in a thin mist of agarwood.

Suddenly, the green smoke twisted out of thin air, revealing a gap full of eyes——

I saw white fingers stretching out from the void, with the fingertips stained with the bright color of red nail polish, and lightly took away the red and gold invitation card that was not yet dry.

"This……"

The Dog King, who happened to see this scene, stopped the brush in mid-air.

The ink dripped down the wolf hair brush, spreading a dark cloud on the invitation.

"...Yokai Sage."

The Dog King's Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and the figure of Yakumo Yukari flashed in his memory.

Then he put down the brush and slapped his face with his hands.

"Akagawan, you are already a married man. You are not allowed to think about other women except Masako and Lingyue!"

The Dog King shook his head and picked up the brush again. The tip of the wolf hair was filled with exceptionally rich ink, and he wrote the invitation to Yakumo Yukari with quick strokes.

The Dog King always shows respect to the elusive monster sage.

Especially when Yakumo Yukari's comments on Toga gradually became a reality, this respect reached its peak.

Thinking back, he had been troubled a lot by Dou Ya's unusualness.

If it weren't for Yakumo Yukari's final decision, the Dog King would never have trained Douya as the young master of the Dog Clan since he was a child.

Dear Sir,

My daughter, Lingyue, has happily married the young master of our clan. We sincerely invite you to attend. You predicted our clan's destiny years ago, and now it has come true. The entire Dog Clan is deeply grateful. Your participation will surely bring glory to our humble clan and bring happiness to all.

——Yours sincerely, Akagamaru"

As soon as the last stroke of the gold-stamped invitation was put on, the air in front of the desk silently cracked.

The unforgettable gap reappeared, and with a light hook of her slender fingertips, the marriage certificate with a red background and gold patterns floated into the deep crack like a red leaf blown by the wind.

The Dog King looked at the void that closed in an instant, breathed a sigh of relief, and a hidden worry emerged in his heart.

Isn't it too much of a joke to face the realm power of the monster sage by carefully setting up the castle tower barrier by himself?

If someone with evil intentions also possesses this kind of power...

The Dog King frowned deeply, and his knuckles unconsciously tapped the table, making a dull sound.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, the corners of his tense mouth relaxed suddenly, revealing a somewhat rogue smile.

"Forget it, this kind of troublesome matter..."

He put down his brush, gently stroked his chin with his fingertips, and a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes.

"Let Douya handle the headache. That guy has many tricks up his sleeve anyway."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the Dog King suddenly narrowed his eyes and his tail shook slightly unconsciously, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"If that brat can use his ability to attract bees and butterflies, even the sage..."

Before he finished speaking, he sneered and shook his head.

"Ha, how is that possible?"

What kind of person is Yakumo Yukari?

If a big monster stands on the clouds, she is above the clouds. She can't fall in love with a married man and compete with other women for him, right?

The Dog King was amused by his own absurd idea. He chuckled a few times, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink again, and continued to bury his head in the invitation card on the desk.

On the other side, Dou Ya was in the quiet room of the general's mansion, thinking about the compilation and optimization of the Penglai Tianxian Inner Alchemy Method, the focus of which was the art of sex.

"The way to harmonize yin and yang really still requires... well, practice is the only way to test the truth."

At this time, there are only seven days left before his wedding with Ling Yue, but Dou Ya, who has always been as calm as a mountain, subconsciously touches his left breast.

Beneath the palm of my hand, my heart was beating at an unfamiliar frequency.

It's not like the excitement on the battlefield, nor the solemnity during training, but an indescribable sense of tension, as if the bowstring is fully drawn, but not knowing where to point the arrow.

"Damn it, is this the tragedy of being the king of words? If I had known earlier, I should have told Zi Yan..."

Dou Ya closed the book in a somewhat annoyed manner. Just imagining Ling Yue's cold eyes, which were tinged with warmth under the illumination of the red candle, made him feel uneasy.