8 Goddess of Flower Sanggana
King 32: The Scepter of the Gods
*The Secrets of the Howling Gorge (Configuration)*
Nini Kuting is one of the warriors who used to have the ambition to have the heirloom of the Scepter of Gods. He was one of the people in the past who had seen the magic and ferocity of the heirloom. Even he had seen the clutter of what people managed to own the heirloom. He is the historical perpetrator of the evil Scepter of the Gods who once killed hundreds of white and black warriors.
When he saw the red cylinder-shaped object as long as it worked, he could immediately recognize it.
As the warriors across the ravine scrambled to cross into the mouth of the cave, he quickly warned.
“Hold! Don't cross!” shouted Nini Kuting who was still on the other side. “That Stick Jengkal Dewa!”
“What? The Rod of the Gods!”
Many people heard the surprised voice of people who had heard the heirloom story. Or people who have been the perpetrators of the dark history of the heirloom.
“Indeed why if it's a God's Stick? If you are afraid of death, from the beginning you should not come here!” shouted a bald grandfather who had managed to cross back from across.
The bald grandfather was in white robes. He is known as Gundul Sejati. His head was not able to grow hair.
The True Hundul walked past the charred corpses approaching the position of the God Scepter.
Jers!
The right hand of the True Gundul was suddenly enveloped in blue-colored flames. Apparently he wanted to make his knowledge as a silencer of the violence of heirlooms that seemed without owners.
He is sure, his knowledge can conquer the magic of the heirloom.
“Hahaha! You guys don't regret for giving me a chance first!” shouted the True Gundul.
“You will die, Gundul!” exclaim Nini Kuting warned from across the ravine. Although he was a black handcuff, but he did not have the heart to see the death toll so much.
“What care are you, Nini Kuting!” reply True Hundle. “You tried to prevent everyone from getting the heirloom, so you could be the first to own it. I will not be fooled!”
“And you're dead, Gundul!” maki Nini Kuting's.
True Gundul then bent down to grab the heirloom object on the ground.
Zerrz…!
“Aaak..!” tekik Gundul Sejati long when his hand reached and grasped the God's Jengkal Barge, as the emergence of a stream of red light that hit the bald.
“Hihihi..!” the laughter of the little running Queen Puspa cheerfully drew closer to the position of the True Gundul.
The actions of that wild-looking beautiful woman left people shocked.
“Queen Puspa!” a word of Princess Manik Sari across, she is familiar with Puspa, a wild queen who had made a troublemaker at the dinner party of the Kingdom of Little Sanggana.
Puspa was happy to see the True Gundul convulsing, which he thought was an artistic body style.
“Do not approach, Nisanak!” shouted one of the warriors reminded.
The shout made Puspa who laughed so stop and suddenly glared fiercely. It stopped within a still safe distance of the stung True Mound.
“Naked Devil! Who would dare to ban Puspa? Forward here! Let Puspa garuk be the head grater!” shouted Puspa furiously while glaring at the swordsman position earlier.
“Why grate, Nisanak! Hahaha!” another swordsman's errata, his carriage was quite relaxed.
“Crazy woman!” it's another swordsman, but slowly.
While True Gundul has fallen without life as the disappearance of red light. The wand that he held fell to the floor of the cave.
“Good stuff, good for snake head snapper! Hihihi!” said Puspa excited while prancing near the Stick Jengkal Dewa. He bent down to pick up the death thing.
The one watching was tense.
“Do not touch!” shouted Abna Hadaya while jumping quickly pounced on Puspa's body from the side.
Puspa was surprised when he knew his body was hugged by someone and invited him to roll around towards the abyss. However, the two stopped just a short distance from the brink. The positions of the two overlap in the style of Korean Drama. Puspa below, the aki-aki above. Apes for Puspa and won a lot for Abna Hadaya. Abna's left hand rests on Puspa's right chest, while her mustachioed lips rest on her right cheek.
“Hahahak..!”
Instantly the tension created amby changed the laughter of many warriors.
Mendelik angry Puspa found his condition.
“Weight, Buffalo!” maki Puspa who indeed overcame a big body.
Duk! Dak!
“Aaak!” abna Hadaya's strangulation was full of climax when Puspa's right knee hit her groin hard.
“Hahaha..!” the laughter of the warriors grew louder.
Abna gaped wide revealing her mouth cavity full of blood the rest of her deep wounds, her face red with tensed protruding veins, her pair of eyes crying and reddening. His azimatic pouch felt shattered without the slightest bit of enjoyment. His body warped in pain over Puspa's body.
Apes to Abna Hadaya, his body fell right on the lip of the abyss, then shifted slightly and fell.
“Akk!” jerit Abna Hadaya's.
“Ki Deadly Heart drop!” shouted a surprised warrior.
However, Abna Hadaya's moans did not move away, remaining near Puspa who was already standing.
“Hihihi!” puspa laughed when he saw that there were five fingers stuck on the ground of the hard lip of the ravine.
Puspa advanced to the ravine to look up. He saw Abna Hadaya hanging with her face looking up. With such a position, Abna can actually jump up, but her energy is lost because her energy center is judged by Puspa's knee.
“Pull me, Nisanak Cantiiik!” shouted Abna Hadaya while enduring the pain, whose throbbing was overwhelming to all the nerves and joints.
“Hihihi! Puspa is beautiful,” said Puspa laughing.
From outside the cave flashed three figures of people. They landed among the corpses. The three people were none other than Grandma Red Hair, Demon Nompol and Ghost Foot Three. The pessimistic odor immediately hit the smell of some of the warriors, depending on the direction of the wind.
“Cuih! Where's this goat pessing from?!” maki is a female swordsman who becomes an impromptu consumer of the scent of Devil Ngompol.
“Satan Ngompol! Try to conquer the heirloom, who knows mate!” shouted an old swordsman who did not like Satan Ngompol because of the enemies of the past.
“Is that her navel?” ask the Ghost Foot Three when he sees the God's Scepter on the ground.
“Quick grab, Kang!” satan Ngompol.
“Do not!” granny Red Hair Exclamation. “We came later, don't know what happened. If taking it is okay, then why is this many people silent and not scrambling?”
Demon Ngompol and Ghost Foot Three looked back around. All eyes were on the three of them who had just come, interspersed with looking at the commotion between Puspa and Abna Hadaya.
At that moment, Nini Kuting's body darted flying along with her fast-moving stick. He landed in the middle of the front cave.
“Tens years ago, when you were not born or still snot, I fought over the heirloom. Some of the old warriors among you are too. This heirloom will only kill you. No one could have it except the swordsman who had red lips!” yell Nini Kuting.
“I'm red-lipped!” shouted a delighted young female swordsman.
He and the other two female warriors quickly moved simultaneously scrambling to pick up the Scepter of Gods.
“Stupid!” maki Nini Kuting loudly saw the movements of the three other silly women the other teacher's mother.
Zerrz!
“Aaak..!”
The death scene happened again. The three lipstick red-lipped women were stung by the red light and twitched.
Red Hair Grandma and her two fellow students just glanced at the scene before their eyes. Even though they are close, their distance is still safe.
“I advise all of you!” yelled Nini Kuting again. “If you still love life, leave the heirloom, ignore the magic. Go home!”
Create a hubbub like a cheap market atmosphere. The warriors were beset with confusion, doubt, disappointment, and distrust.
“Although I am old, but I still love life,” said Nini Kuting then stepped away with reasonable steps, breaking into the crowd at the mouth of the cave.
“I'm coming with you, Nini Kuting!” shouted Abna Hadaya who had gone up because it was pulled by Puspa.
“Puspa tagged with Bull Buffalo! Hihihi!” puspa also said while laughing, walking in the footsteps of Abna Hadaya who walked limping.
For a moment Abna Hadaya searched for the Red Nose Sheep, but she did not find it. It seems that his love rival's grandfather is gone.
“What should we do, Kakang?” ask Satan Ngompol to Ghost Foot Three as a college brother.
“We retreat first to see the progress!” said Ghost Foot Three.
The three of them turned around to take a position away from the heirloom position, which had just killed three young women.
The warriors on the other side began to leap across again, making the front cave room even more dense.
But along with that, the people who believed Nini Kuting's words, began to leave the cave one after another bringing disappointment.
“Seefer that heirloom!” a grandmother shouted suddenly as she darted into the cave through the top.
Crutches!
The grandmother did not land, she stuck her bamboo stick on the top wall of the cave. He then stood lightly on his rod and gazed down, at the crowd. The grandmother was Emping Panaswati, one of the members of a large family heir apparent to the Scepter of Gods.
“The heirloom is very dangerous, do not try to approach it!” exciting Emping Panaswati. “I am the Sticks Steady Granny, the great-grandmother of the heirloom's rightful heir!”
Hearing that, stir the warriors.
“Give way, give way! Beautiful people want to pass!” said Ki Ageng Kunda Poyo who was behind him walking the Goddess of the Shadow of Death. (BH)