ADILAGES
MURCA 3'S
Cakra easily read this attack. So while dodging it even touched its footprint full of electric-lightning power to the opponent's body. The energy that was originally for the ultimate move spread through the stomach, spreading throughout the body of the half-ghost woman.
Okkult's body was shaken violently. The dark pranic reaction within her even transmits the Red Lightning's power. But the result is the same as if this nameless simple style of ordinary humans. As Cakra pulled his hand, Okkult's body fell against the floor, motionless. The dark energy is drained away, the ghost-powered woman is unconscious.
Seeing one of their leaders fall, some leak then help, memapah Okkult. “Retreat! Backward!” exclaimed the leader of the leak army, followed by all other colleagues.
“Hei! Face me! Don't go, you traitors!” Rangda, the Queen of Leak chasing the former “rakyat”.
“Sorry, ‘former queen’, we have a new master now!” exclaimed the army leader leak woman, deliberately slowing her run to say that to Rangda.
Cakra overtakes Rangda while subverting one warok. Then Reog approached Cakra and Rangda and exclaimed, “You go after them! Let me keep the enemies here!”
Rangda protest, “But Gangren and the warok..!”.
“They're my part!” sergeant Reog lunged directly at the enemy crowd. His words are full of revenge, both on super warriors who have not been subdued in their past duels, and the power worshipers who consider Reog a traitor.
Although it seems increasingly difficult for Reog to defeat all of them alone without the help of Cakra and Rangda, Reog's spirit to open the true warok path and save his people may be an additional force that multiplies. But Reog had to do it alone, the interference of different colleagues thought would only hinder it.
Realizing that, Cakra continued to charge forward while exclaiming, “Come, Rangda! We reveal this mysterious place to the end! Careful, Reog!”
The voices of Reog's fight, the waroks and Gangren's fading away, and Rangda had no choice but to run after Cakra, his comrade.
Following in the footsteps of the enemy prana in the distance, Cakra arrived at the study, complete with large chairs and tables, surrounded by teak wood cabinets that filled the walls. The strong prana trail grew weaker and farther away, but where did the enemies go from this windowless room?
Cakra rushed towards the remaining trace of prana, and found only a luxurious but chapped expanse of ceramic floor.
“Lho, did they go through this floor? If this is a secret passage, how do I open it?” Cakra wonders.
“Now, let me trace if there's anything strange around here.” Rangda looked in all directions, sharpening all his senses.
On the desk stood a wooden statue. It was Garudeya figure, mount of Lord Vishnu version of Hindu Mythology Nusantara, a human-eagle figure carved very detailed and beautiful. Just one shortcoming, it is a bit leaning and looking down.
Without a second thought, Rangda pulled the statue to the ground. Apparently there's some kind of lever under the statue. The lever then activates the chain mechanism from the table to the bottom of the floor.
The floor under Cakra's feet opened, until he reflexively floated backwards. Seen below the floor there is a row of stairs leading down with a twisted path.
“They must have passed this secret path! Come, Cakra!” Rangda quickly entered the secret path, and Cakrapun followed no less agile.
What and who are waiting for Rangda and Cakra, the two legendary heroes at the end of the stairs?
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With the power of the Pranic Science Track, Cakra and Rangda keep track of the direction the leak is going. Cakra's body aura was somewhat weakened due to the fight with the Okkult earlier, so he let Rangda walk ahead. Besides Rangda won't have any trouble tracking down the aura of the leak, his own people.
But even worse, another premonition presents a stifling sense of uneasiness within Cakra. He wanted to ask his teacher's instructions, Mpu Gandring who inhabited the Cakra Sudarsana. However, not a word of guidance flashed in his mind. So all he can do now is keep going fast, not to be left behind.
Upon arriving at the end of the descending stairs, Cakra was flabbergasted at the sight before him. It looks like a stretch of iron platforms that bridge each other, as well as a row of stairs that all go down. With the lighting of underground lights, a place that can accommodate hundreds of containers is like an iron-steel factory or something like that.
Cakra stepped carefully, occasionally looking down. Seen a stretch of crates of various sizes, also three forklift vehicles that then carry and take goods from the piles. Chakra guess, the items in that secret underground warehouse must be illegal.
“Here is the base of illegal activities of SS Corporation,” said Rangda. He and Cakra had exchanged information before, so they had suspected from the beginning that all the gangrene, Okkult and a very organized army of leak and warok were very likely related to the SS Corporation. And, the discovery of this place clearly proves the truth of their conjecture.
“Every SS business on the surface turned out to be just a guise to cover all this,” respond Cakra while continuing to walk, observing the surroundings. “But weird. There should be a lot of guards here, but no one seems anywhere.”
“Ya, how strange.”
Cakra and Rangda walked while taking the horses on standby. Rangda was ready to fire his gun, while the Cakra keris returned “terbenam” in his armor until the owner again relied on only red lightning prana. Just then, a rumble of footsteps sounded. Human figures came from all directions, besieging two super warriors in the middle.
Cakra. “Quite, the smell of rancid leak and warok is very fragrant here.” That is, since then he and Rangda have been tracking the aura of the enemy that is very much around, but pretend not to know. Better they are in the middle of “trapping” and lure the enemy out, rather than being attacked suddenly while exploring.
“Challenging us all at once? Apparently you want to die quickly,” quipped a bald-headed warok commander. “All, finish off the intruders!” Almost in unison, the leak and warok advanced to invade.
“Time to party!” While exclaiming, Cakra and Rangda who turned their backs shot at the enemy troops with a barrage of red lightning and magical fire. Some enemies collided, but some others managed to get close.
Because the paths of the court were narrow, Cakra and Rangda struck the enemies one by one with lightning fists and fire treads. However, a very agile leak slipped and kicked Rangda until almost thrown down from the fence. And one warok jumped off his partner's back, straddling his leg into Cakra's shoulder that could not fend off.
Before the next attack followed, Rangda who quickly recovered from the kick shot right in the face of the leak until slammed, hit the leak behind him. Cakra which became the months of the warok forced to exert more energy, breaking through the siege with the uppercut fist while flying.
In the air, Cakra then saw Rangda who was down the stairs in the face and chased by the enemy. Not only warok and leak, a squad of fully armed soldiers also emerged. Intending to help his comrade, Cakra shot at the pursuers with lightning. However, seeing the SS mercenaries using rifles, he was forced to divert fire. Bullets whirled, streaks of lightning struck.
The flying chakra is very agile, difficult to target, always evasive. Only one or two bullets grazed his armor, while the targets even one by one collided. After sweeping the shooters clean, Cakra turned his head and saw that Rangda had already gone down the stairs after the stairs. So the flying swordsman floated down to the ground floor, where dozens of opponents were waiting for him.
Cakra accidentally landed on top of a large pile of chests and started running again. He was looking for a unique pranic glow in the distance. He felt the prana was very familiar, which made his heart very restless. I just want it to feel like he ran away. But he could not bear to leave Rangda alone in this place. After all, the strange prana seemed like a magnet, pulling itself, more precisely, the spirit of Mpu Gandring. The urge to get closer grew stronger, as if all the answers were in the place where the prana was.
While following up to help Rangda, Cakra raged like a lightning god, welcoming the leak and warok who climbed up the pile of chests and attacked him. Every attack of the opponent that hit Cakra, every attack that he avoided and he fielded he responded with a more powerful lightning fist.
“Cakra, control yourself!” shouted Rangda, even though he knew it was free. He also felt the immense and powerful prana, but the Fire Shooter wanted to escape, as if rejecting the same polarized magnet. His premonition said, the two of them had missteps, it was impossible to overcome such a great power alone. “Come, we retreat first and look for reinforcements!”
Seeing Cakra instead continue forward, Rangda clucked in annoyance. Inevitably he also broke through the enemy's siege on the warehouse floor.
Finally came Cakra and Rangda in front of a vast stone wall. There was a large iron door that was half open, as if inviting anyone to enter it. The extremely powerful prana was even slipping through the crack in the door, making the steps of the two intruder superheroes stop instantly.
Cakra's view switches between Rangda, the iron door and the surrounding state. “Crazy, warok and leakpun not even visible around this door,” said Cakra was-was.
Rangda replied, “You're right. I don't think we're going in there.”
“Lantas what do you want? Run? Facing the limits of an army of magic warriors and soldiers again? What if the person behind this door comes out and chases us?”
Although lacking courage, Rangda's mind quickly made up his mind. “Then there is no choice but to log in, right?”
Cakra answered by pushing the iron door with two hands. Then the two warriors exchanged meaningful gazes. For the first time they joined hands, then walked in.