ADILAGES
REOG 1'S
The Kings of Nusantara.
The blue sky began to dim over the forest at the border of Kediri Kingdom. The day fowl flew back to their quarrel in the shady trees.
Suddenly, the birds scattered into the sky. What the hell is going on?
Looking at the eagle, a black-skinned, round-faced and small-glove courtier turned his head towards the motorcade behind him while exclaiming, “Baginda Suwandhana, be careful! My hunch says, there is an enemy approaching towards us!”
Klana Suwandhana, King of Wengker State Bandarangin, ponorogo City's curls are very handsome, long white hair, wearing white-gold robes and riding a white horse in the middle of the entourage. Sire responded calmly, “True you said, Bujang Anom! Ready to go, everybody! I know, ‘dia’ will definitely confront us in this dense forest!”
A man in blood-red and bearded and white-haired beside the king spoke up, “Please Your Majesty have the guards guard ‘ of the items of the condi’ in the back row. Let me and the waroks block the enemy in front.”
Although those words sounded presumptuous, the Klana King nodded. “Please, elder Warok Tua.”
With a single hand gesture, Old Warok darted forward, an army of red-skinned waroks who were all men stepping as fast as lightning followed him.
Shortly thereafter, the sounds of footsteps accompanied the rustling in the distance. Strange stealth figures flocked into visibility.
King Klana was not too surprised to see it. The body shape of the male demons resembles a tiger with a fur full of fur. The female demons looked like peacocks, with their colorful peacock tails expanding beautifully like fans on their shoulders.
Instantly there was a fierce clash between the waroks and the stealth forces. Utilizing his capable power, the Old Warok paved the way for his colleagues. The skinny man subverted three demons with one of his pointy-black nail styles. The warok army appeared to have the upper hand.
Suddenly, a tall man burst out, breaking through among the waroks and demons that were competing. One powerful fist even hit the Old Warok to throw into the bushes.
The man then stopped stepping and stood firmly in front of King Klana. The appearance is very striking, orange fur with black lacquer filled the entire body up to the human face. His blackish orange hair was fluttering wildly like the mane of a lion.
“King Singabarong of Lodaya!” klana exclaimed at the demon man. “Already expected, you must have calmed everything, blocking us here. Free! The King of Kediri already knew of your fraudulent intentions, and he would never marry Princess Ragil Kuning to you!”
“Do not be too sure, King Klana!” Singabarong's cynical smile expands. “Your journey to Kediri I killed. So, I will kill all of you, seize the hundred and forty-four twin horses on my terms of competition, turn to Princess Ragil and become the new king of Kediri!”
Bujang Anom came forward and snapped, “Negeri Kediri is not to be ruled by a ruthless demon king who likes to torture and enslave his people like you! Go home to Lodaya! Be wise like my lord, King Klana, then we can negotiate cooperation!”
“Bigger! How dare you criticize me, hey little retainer! Enough is enough, it's time for you all to die!” With a roar, Singabarong lunged forward like a tiger about to pounce on a herd of prey.
The soldiers and Bujang Anom attacked simultaneously. However, the demon king easily threw out his mighty fists, tearing down the Bandarangin soldiers mercilessly.
Even the powerful Bujang Anom was unable to fend off, let alone evade. One opponent's fist made him vomit blood.
“Anom!” klana shouted as she got off her horse and approached her friend and confidant. But suddenly the figure of Singabarong blocked very close in front of King Klana, until it looked like a giant.
Singabarong let go of his fist, and nimbly Klana managed to dodge it. However, apparently boxing is not only an opening attack. With full energy the demon king kicked both his fists on the ground. Instantly, the rocks and soil seemed to lift up, hitting the legs and the bottom of Klana's body. Plus the power in the opponent, the body of the Klana King was thrown upwards, losing control. No doubt Klana shouted because of unbearable pain and vomiting blood.
Whether for the sake of maintaining authority or just showing his true strength, Klana Suwandhana forced herself back upright, a white aura like the light of the sun shimmered all over her body. The whip of the Scorching Sun named another Samandiman in his hand whipped like a torrential rain.
As the heat of the sun stung, the tip of the Samandiman Whip that contained power within it landed on some part of the opponent's body surface. Feeling the opportunity, Klana leapt up high to launch the last full-powered blister, supposedly capable of decapitating the target.
Suddenly, a single hand of Singabarong intercepted and gripped the body of the Klana King in midair. “Stupid basis! Your magic whip only makes my skin itch!” yells.
Klana's water turned pale. Only then did he realize that Singabarong has the study of the Raga Naga Watu which makes the skin all over his body very hard like a rock. But it's too late. Very brutally Singabarong slammed Klana's body on the ground and pinned it with both thighs.
And it's not the end.
“Let you die with a broken face and a crushed body!” Singabarong landed his fist many times on the body and especially the face of his rival. The handsome face of King Klana so blue-blue bruised. Ordinary people must have been killed by heavy blows that contain energy in it.
In reality, Klana was no ordinary person. With the prana of the sunlight he had, accompanied by a strong determination and sincerity to give the best for Ragil, his heart adored, Klana continued to defend her life.
Waiting for an opportunity to strike back.
However, Singabarong closed the chances of opponents close. He gathered all his strength in one last fist. This time, Klana Suwandhana's head will definitely be destroyed.
As a last resort, Klana raised the elbow of her arm to fend off the potluck. A moment later, it was seen by Klana that a kick hit Singabarong's arm. Death's fist missed the target. Losing his balance, Singabarong set his feet firmly on the ground so that he remained standing.
Klana flabbergasted. The course of the attack did not belong to Bujang Anom, Old Warok, the warok, or the gemblak, Bandarangin special soldiers who were average handsome and young.
To confirm it, a mysterious human in robes and hooded stood on Klana's back while saying, “Run fast, Your Majesty! Let me face the tiger so-so!”
But Klana just stood up. “Tak can! All the conditions that have been collected by the warok and gemblak with great difficulty I can not just leave it to Singabarong! Let alone Princess Ragil Kuning and the peaceful and serene Kingdom of Kediri.”.
“Good, I understand. Please Your Majesty restore yourself first,” respond to the hooded man while bowing respectfully.
Suddenly Singabarong's loud voice blurted out, “Hei, who are you? Dare to interfere, interrupt my show!”
With a single fan, the mysterious man took off his cloak. Klana's expression did not change looking at the person's real figure. His body was wrapped in tight green clothes from neck to toe. Her hair was long, black and unraveled in a mess. The strangest of his looks was a green mask with a vein motif and a black sun in the middle.
Singabarong laughed out loud. “The formula is just a lowly slave. Let me exterminate you with Klana like an insect!” Then he advanced.
Despite being underestimated by the opponent, Reog remained standing by. Only when Singabarong's fist stayed a few snags from his head did Reog turn around with one leg resting and land a slump kick in the opponent's waist.
“Heh, free!” Not in pain, Singabarong even lifted his elbow and hit Reog until it bounced.
Instead of remaining silent as the next target, King Klana acted. The magical prana of the sun hardens the Samandiman Whip into a kind of javelin, concentrating all the power at one point, namely the pointed tip of the “lembing-whip”. Klana then thrust it right into Singabarong's throat.
This time, Singabarong held out both fists that clenched each other. The ultimate attack of this Clana cannot be underestimated, so the king of Lodayapun concentrated his might to fend it off.
The two ultimate powers clashed, the faces of the two kings looked drenched by a torrent of sweat. They pressed each other and looked balanced. Apparently, winning or losing will be determined from who is the first to run out of energy. That is, the advantage is in Singabarong who barely suffered significant injuries.
Gigi Klana's grinding. It was like he was forcing his body beyond the limits of his endurance by blowing up all of his internal energy. However, if the defense is layered opponents impregnable, Prana Klana will run out first and run out of history.
Apparently, Klana doesn't have to bet that far. That's because suddenly a beam of wind power that swirled very strong like a drill crashing, hit right at the nape of Singabarong.
“Feel My Black Blood Storm Vortex!” The attacker was Reog.
For the first time, Singabarong roared in pain. How not, the nape covered with thick hair turned out to be the weak point of the prana Raga Naga Watu. He could not fend off or convolute due to the pressure of Klana's attack from the front. His life is now at the end of the horn.
“Sial, I don't want to be ganged up like this!” Forced, with a roar, Singabarong detonated his internal energy. The injured King Klana again bounced back and fell, exhausted.
On the contrary, the more alert Reog quickly moved away. Although the prana blast had left him injured, the Black Blood Swordsman left behind the energy for one last strike. It is salted and grafts its heels right at the nape of Singabarong. As a result, the demon king fell sprawled on the ground.
As Singabarong tried to hold his head up to get up, the black blood claws of Reog's five fingers were already threatening, clinging to his nape.
“Do not try, King Singabarong,” threatens Reog without further ado. “Command your entire army to retreat and never bother His Majesty Suwandhana again. Otherwise, there is no mercy for your life and your entire army.”
Singabarong did not answer. From his facial expression, he was thinking hard to escape from this situation.
Seeing this, Reog immersed his fingertips into the surface of the demon's skin and said, “Every second you delay, my nails will sink deeper, deeper.”.
“Already, just do it! What are you waiting for, Reog?”
Suddenly Reog pulled his claws, then stood up straight and said, “I did not kill a helpless opponent. Go!”
“Stop me!”
“Go, before I change my mind!”
Singabarong's smile expands. He then got up and exclaimed, “All the troops, retreat!” He then turned to Klana who was held by Bujang Anom, his loyal retainer. “You won, Klana Suwandhana! You are worthy to challenge Princess Ragil of Kediri! See you soon!” Run with the rest of his army.
Suddenly Old Warok exclaimed, “Cursue! Finish them!”
“But we have promised...!”
The Reog protest was late. Immediately the whole warok army pursued, leaving the leader with King Klana Suwandhana, Puggawa Bujang Anom and himself.
“Daulat Sire, now we can continue the journey,” said Warok Tua while kneeling at the side of Reog and Anom.
“Good, good! You warok indeed deserve to be relied upon,” Klana said with full authority. “Especially you, Reog, who defeated Prabu Singabarong. You deserve the highest award!”
Old Warok interrupts, “Ampun Sire, but I feel there is a traitor among us.”
“Really? Who?” klana asked, surprised.
“Dia!”
As fast as lightning, Old Warok thrust his black claws on his back to pierce the heart of the traitor. Not ready, Reog can only say softly, “A-what...my fault, guru?”.
“Pura-pretend not to know?” old Hardik Warok. “The enemy is clearly subdued, but you didn't finish him off, instead let him go! Stepping over our lord's authority too! Either you're conspiring with the enemy, or you've forgotten the ultimate rule of warok, no mercy! Therefore, there is no mercy for you!”
Hearing that, Reog laughed out loud.
“Is this the price of a magician?” yells. “Stuck in a rule that ignores conscience, compassion and humanity? How is it different from Singabarong then? Poems! I know, you're just jealous of my pure warok power and eyeing the source, which is my magic mask! So listen! Anyone who wears my mask must die horribly! Only your chosen people are entitled to inherit it! Hahahaha!”
Along with his last laugh, Reog blew up the rest of his inner power to thicken Old Warok. Reog's body was reduced to dust, leaving a mask lying on the path.
With a trembling body, Old Warok picked up the black sun-styled green mask in the middle of it. He was silent in place. The wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be getting more and more slit his teeth.