ADILAGES
CHAKRAS 3

Relying on the night vision through the magical lens on his mask, Cakra was able to see enemies while fighting in the dark. Plus the provision of the Science of Tracking Prana from his teacher, Mpu Gandring, even a very agile and invisible opponent like the Okkultpun can he hit.

Due to his opponent, the Okkult was also able to see clearly in the dark and track prana, the Okkult and Cakra attacks looked like a barrage of red fireworks when viewed from afar. On one hand, Okkult attempted to scratch his poisonous claws, while lightning continued to snatch from Cakra's palm. After a while, the two showed no signs of weakening. It seems that their fight will take place last night.

“At the moment to make a breakthrough!” Okkult plunged his five fingers together, forming a dagger-like poison right into Cakra's stomach which was only protected by a magical cloth. Reflexes, the red swordsman twitched slightly downwards, but one hard kick hit his body.

Cakra's body swooped uncontrollably, until it was hit very hard on the ground. Ordinary man must have died at that time, the powerful Cakra just groaned with tremendous difficulty, his body floundering.

Completing his pain, Cakra saw the newly awakened Ki Rogohjiwo from his semaputons walking towards him while saying, “Giliranku.” The thin body of the middle-aged man suddenly expanded into a very large and stocky, his skin color turning gray. His all-black clothes turned into a kind of dull white shroud and torn. Maybe the large body of the creature that makes the wrapping cloth as if torn and serves as a hood only. As a result, his face was now invisible, except for a mouth without lips of sorts with rows of skull-like teeth that grinned very wide and creepy.

Okkult exclaimed from the air, “Please, Gangren! Finish him off, and avenge your injury with his death!”

Gangren's roar, the enormous, speechless creature blared, and he charged forward toward the still helpless Cakra. Cakra's mouth was agape with multiple horrors. He had missteps challenging two opponents who turned out to be no ordinary swordsman. And now his life will be lost swallowed by these two champions of darkness who ganged on him.

Suddenly a man's loud voice sounded, “Hei, a pile of rotten meat! Face me, don't play crackle!”

Gangrene, Okkult and Cakra turned almost simultaneously towards the source of the sound. Seen from the front gate of a dreadlocked man, wearing a strange green mask and costume and striped black walked very casually towards the fighters.

“Who are you?! How dare to interfere!” The Okkult pointed towards the newcomer like a maharani to his slave.

“Reog!” While mentioning his name, suddenly the Black Blood Swordsman moved like a gust of storm, directly attacking towards Gangren.

Too slow to twitch, the giant crossed both arms to fend off. As a result, at least ten times Reog claws scratched the arms, thighs and legs of this “Pocong Live”. A pocong is a type of undead or ghost whose entire body is wrapped in a shroud.

Surprisingly, there was no blood coming out of the Gangren's wounds. At least this proves one thing, “excess muscle” Gangren's body is his armor, while Ki Rogohjiwo's real body resides in that “zirah”.

Reog moved about to stab Gangren in the back, but the giant was smart enough to guess this move. So, what greeted him was a sweep of fists and forearms, crushing the warrior gimbal. He slammed, then quickly changed his movements into a salto, landing in a standing position on the ground.

“Let me help!” The Okkult swooped in to launch an attack from the air.

Looking at this gelagat, the newly recovered Cakra darted flying, “menjegal” the kuntilanak with a full-powered horizontal uppercut punch.

Okkult pushed, still drifting. He then snapped at Cakra, “Oh, apparently you asked to die first, huh? All righty! Feel the most powerful poison mode, Black Plague!”

Black prana from the eyes, nostrils, mouth, nails and beduri in the Okkult choker radiated and milling around the body of the woman with the power of a powerful ghost.

Cakra was certainly trying to ward off, offsetting the ultimate opponent with his own flagship style, the Blood Thunder Horizon. He focused his lightning-fire-blood energy on the heart, right on the jasper jewel at the midpoint of the circle on his armor. There's red energy there, whirring like a propeller.

With one loud roar, Okkult stretched out both of his palms. Instantly, from his body appeared to dart a number of long-haired skulls, all of them white-gray. Their movements seemed random, irregular, but they were all headed towards the target like guided missiles.

At the same time, Cakra whirled while shaking both of his hands. Although this action was a fraction of a second slower than Okkult, the red lightning bullets along the sword he fired shot much faster than “ skull bullets” opponents.

As a result, most of the lightning bullets scattered almost all the skull bullets and hit the Okkult's body mercilessly. Instead, three skull bullets hit Cakra and two more hit Reog who was still fighting Gangren.

Worst wounded, Okkult fell to the ground. Cakra is also injured, and he attempts to seize the opportunity of incapacitating the opponent by moving forward. But suddenly Gangren confronted him, raising a fist that rippled through the air. Cakra then moved backwards, his premonition said he did not want to be hit by this blow.

A skull-like face is revealed from the hood of Gangren. Only able to roar, the giant pocong man changed the shape of his arm in a very strange way. One arm shrinks so that the skin is wrapped in bone, while the other arm expands twice as large as its stocky shape. He ran towards Reog and Cakra like a diesel train traveling at full speed. Hungry Devil Tear Down the Tower, this Gangren style name.

Cakra, whose prana had yet to recover after fighting with the Okkult just flew dodging.

While Reog moves on the ground like a shadow, faster than Cakra, let alone Gangren. He jumped, salted once in the air. Then with a bouncy movement plunged a pair of claws of his hands on the opponent's large back with the prana of the wind that whirls like a drill. The strength of Reog's mainstay, the Black Storm Vortex is enough to make the giant pocong fall on the ground.

Cakra reacted quickly, running forward to paralyze the giant. Suddenly Gangren got up. This time, his body shape was irregular, his back part was bulging and his chest was deflating until it looked like a hunchback. Cakra shot backwards while shooting out several streaks of lightning, but suddenly his body felt heavy, difficult to move quickly.

Apparently Gangren received those lightning bullets in his body that returned to its original stocky form just like that. Then he turned around, holding his companion, Okkult who was still limp and ran towards the front gate.

“Hey, wait for you, coward!” Reog was about to catch up, but his movements slowed down, accompanied by pain like being stabbed by thousands of needles.

Reog and Cakra fell to their knees on the ground. Cakra's face was partially covered in blue, it seemed that they were poisoned. The two superheroes can only watch Gangren and Okkult re-turn into Ki Rogohjiwo and Debora.

Ki Rogohjiwo yells, “Our review! I will avenge this humiliation! Sanggabuana Daily Office must have been destroyed, flat on the ground!” The two super-villains then fled in a car driven by a driver.

“No... Don't!” Cakra tried to get up to fly after him, but he was devastated again. He and Reog are forced to sit cross-legged, exerting prana to force toxins out of the body before reaching the heart.

A few minutes later, several people dressed in black as secret agents got off two cars. One of them, a choppy long-haired woman rushed over to Cakra and Reog. The woman's appearance was strange, wearing a mask and costume patterned as if she were a traditional Javanese dancer or a female swordsman from Ancient Java.

“Don't move, you two!” exclaim that woman. There was no choice, his appeal was immediately carried out by the two costumed men.

With a weak voice Cakra exclaimed, “Wait! They will attack... Sanggabuana Daily Office!”

The woman then exclaimed to the two secret agents next to her, “Agen Srikandi, Agent Abhimanyu! Take Team Babirusa to the Sanggabuana Daily Office! Evacuate everyone there! When the enemy attacks, the opponent!”

“Good, Director Solara!” said the woman named Srikandi's password. Then together with Agent Abhimanyu, they hurried away.

So, Solara returned to the action. “Hold, you two! I'll force the poison out!” With the magic power of the object's propulsion, Telekinesis, he moved his “patis” second body to back each other. Solara placed both palms on their backs, and then he pumped a flow of white-colored energy called the Prana of the Holy Sun through both of them.

The chakras continue to cross-legged against pain. As the black blood spewed out, the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fiuh, thankfully the poison in your body is not much and has not been to endanger the soul,” Solara said while releasing both sites and taking a deep breath, resting himself. “As you heard earlier, my pass name is Solara, and I am the Field Managing Director of I.N.D.I.G.O.”

“I.N.D.I.G.O.? What is it?” ask Reog.

“Indonesian Nether and Divine Investigation – Governmental Organization, a secret organization of supernatural investigators, is directly responsible to the Minister of Defense and Security. Well, can you explain the desperate actions that have damaged the house of this respected official?”

Cakra turned his head, shuddering to see the front wall of the Wage house as if it had just been hit by a bomb. Then he told Solara while introducing himself – of course without telling his true identity. There is no harm in frankly speaking to the woman who saved his life.

When she finished, Solara nodded. “Hm, apparently SS Corporation is getting ‘menggila’, and one of his colleagues apparently a bit sloppy. Let I.N.D.I.G.O.take over from here, we'll dig up more information and hopefully, enough evidence to bring down the SS Corporation through the Wage.” It turned out that this powerful enemy that Cakra was facing was the SS Corporation. Gangren and Okkult alone are so terrible, no matter who else is a super criminal who works for large companies, rich and often act arbitrarily.

Solara turned to Reog and asked, “And you, what made you appear suddenly and help Cakra?”

“My name is Reog. I was also spying on Wage for the manners of my colleague, a private detective,” Reog replied while tidying up his dreadlocks. “When it turned out that the two SS agents were supernatural warriors named Okkult and Gangren, when they ganged up Cakra until desperate, I just intervened.”