ADILAGES
MURCA 4'S
The bright atmosphere in the vast room immediately welcomed Cakra and Rangda. The walls are towering, consisting of an arrangement of large stones with relief images carved long-extended. It seems that it is a kind of timeless comic, a characteristic sculpture on the walls of most temple buildings in the Age of Ancient Kingdoms Nusantara.
Cakra did not have time to capture the story depicted in each of the wall sculptures. His attention was focused on a large table whose sides were made of marble. A kris-shaped emblem with a diagonal position – handles on the top right and the tip on the bottom left – sculpted very detailed and beautiful on the wall behind the table.
Rangda looked at the emblem and gasped. “SS Corporation!”
Almost immediately, the black chair of extremely elegant design behind the table turned. There sat a man with short and neat hair, of high stature, wearing a white shirt, a suit, pants and a black tie and sunglasses like a secret agent. His face and aura spread charisma like a king or ruler of countries. However, the charisma seemed to be muffled by the entire skin that was very pale, as white as a corpse.
Even the man's lips looked gray when he said, “That's right. Welcome to the headquarters of S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N, Singosari Core Pan Organization, parent organization of SS or Singosari Corporation. I am the President Commissioner and Chairman General. Call me ‘Mr. K’.”
Cakra responded to those pleasantries with a cynical tone, “Oh, apparently you are a mysterious figure behind the scenes, behind the stale clowns that are soaring themselves above the plight of the crowd?”
“Well, at least the clowns are useful for something,” said Mr. K, supported his chin very casually in his seat. “But none of them have ever met me directly.”
Rangda talk, “So you mean, we're the ones who got this ‘honor’? For what?”
“To be frank I need you both in ‘pek’ event that I have been fighting for a long time. And you definitely won't want to cooperate in the usual way.”
“Do not expect. We will defeat S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N and the Angkara Murca League, starting from its highest leader,” sergeant Rangda.
Suddenly Mr. laughter. K overflowed like a broken dam, and he clapped. “Hahaha! It's great! What a determination! But baby, you forgot one of the most important things.”
Cakra and Rangda don't really care at all. They are busy thinking about “feed” to uncover the emotional weaknesses of opponents. They strengthen their own emotional defenses by remaining silent.
No response, Mr. K continued, “The most important thing of all is strength. A determination without sufficient strength is as universal as a bluff to frighten the weak. Me, Mr. K is the strongest of the strongest. The strength of you two is like a candle compared to my burning fireplace.”
Mr. K unabashed, unmitigated indulge in his confidence. Cakra and Rangda wondered in their hearts, were the opponent's words just a bluff too? If it were a self-didn't, Mr. K might even mock and provoke the anger of his two enemies. But no, he just stated that he was really the strongest.
Unknowingly, the feathers of Rangda and Cakra stood up. They have lost this battle.
“Ya, right. There's no way to run, fighting means you're dead. The only option, work with me. You will enjoy a privilege that your predecessors could never have achieved. Wealth, the luxury of life will be yours, and you will not have to submit to anyone anymore, only to me a.”
Cakra then spoke spontaneously, “Well, that's the problem. All human beings, including you and I, deserve only to submit to the Almighty, not others. So sorry, I object to your proposal.” Rangda, a former dark devotee, nodded in agreement.
“Look carefully, hey man! I am an immortal living being, and my name is clear, DEWA!” exclaim Mr. K while getting up and jumping over the stone table as if his body was as light as cotton. Even more miraculously, the heavy burly man's body just floated in the air, the distance of his shoes to the floor was roughly five centimeters.
Although Cakra can also mimic that trick, it must assemble prana to fly. That's why Cakra is more active on the ground than in the air. After all, in the state of Cakra's wounds desperately need the Cooperation of Rangda, his new partner united with him, strengthening each other even though fear is inevitable.
So, with determination Cakra cried out loudly, “Don't forget, we are also the heir of Rangda who is like a god and a god weapon, Cakra Sudarsana! Our combined strength of both of us is enough to crush you!”
“Oh yes?” said Mr. K. His body then spread a red aura. “Try your trial with the first stage of my power, Mewudah Panglima, Conquer Nusa!
Mr. K floated forward with his arms outstretched. Around him, clumps of red energy balls sprung up innumerable times. “Serbu!” He clenched his hands together, and the balls came forward as a force of soldiers.
With the intention of conserving energy to counterattack, Cakra and Rangda dodged the spheres. No matter what their movements, their bodies were still being bombarded with balls like bullets.
Cakra was forced to rely completely on the protective aura of his body. He fended off as much as he could, enduring the excruciating pain of being hit by hundreds of real bullets. Only when “hujan” it subsides, Cakra moves forward. But Rangda preceded him, retiring fire prana bullets from his gun. Seeing the fellow using a long-range attack, Cakra stopped moving so as not to be exposed to stray prana. Understandably, this is for the first time they both face the same opponent together. So Cakra was forced to share his red lightning streaks, giving no opponent any chance to dodge, let alone run.
Strangely, Mr. K didn't do both of those things. He casually put both hands in his trouser pocket, letting all the opponents' attacks rain down on his body like bathing in a shower.
Rangda protest, “Why? All our attacks are on him!”
Cakra just pointed in the direction in question, Rangda understood instantly and stopped his attack.
“Ah, has it subsided? I thought you guys were gonna spend the whole prana to finish me off with those scratchy shots of mine. Yes, do your knees want to touch the ground?”
Cakra and Rangda were still slouched, their breath heavy as a result of the energy being drained. Rangda spoke, “Queen Para Leak abstained from kneeling worship, so did Cakra.” He spoke directly, knowing Cakra must have thought the same. “Our thoughts will not change, even if we are hit at any moment.” Cakra nodded towards Rangda.
“Ck, ck, still boasting,” replied Mr. K. “Alright, if you are still stubborn, let stage two, Mewainah Raja, Agung Digdaya meluruhkan mind.. simultaneously your body!” Mr. K re-assembled the prana, his red aura gradually changing color.
“There is no other way, Rangda, we have to use the mainstay style!” exclaim Cakra while collecting prana. Without comment, Rangda did the same.
Prana aura on Mr.'s body. K is entirely gold in color now, its brilliance implies glory and undisputed prestige. Cakra so made to wonder, did Mr. K was once the commander of the conquerors and the king at once? Usually a human has only one kind of unique aura that will not change forever. But the aura of this man. lest he be as he admits.
However, facing a god or not, Cakra and Rangda still increased their profound strength to the peak level, with a speck of hope remaining in each breath they both took.
Six golden energy balls each as big as a basketball appeared on Mr.'s left-right side. K, three more appeared in front of him. Then the balls are interconnected by a flow of gold-colored energy as well, forming a very neat six-three pattern.
“Feel the consequences of defiance on King Digdaya!” As Mr. words. K, the balls radiate like nine suns. The direction of the light is divided into two, and most of them are focused on the chakras.
While moving about here and there, Cakra spun twice while flapping his two hands, shooting out ten giant fire needles that formed claws that swerved like snakes.
The Thunderbolt Horizon Blood mainstay of Cakra and the Ten Claws of Fire Snake Rangda collided with Mr. K, Mewajahan Raja, Agung Digdaya. Cakra's lightning seemed to dampen for a moment the golden rays, while “ular-ul” Rangda infiltrated in the middle of the collision and sent Mr. K.
Suddenly, the nine rays of gold fused into two large arrays, which not only hit the two opponents. The denser and continuous golden energy finally broke through the protective prana of Cakra and Rangda. The two legendary warriors were pushed, drifting uncontrollably until they hit the wall and collapsed on the floor.
In the face down position, Cakra grimaced, holding the worst pain that whack at the same time burning his body contents. Running out of energy, his consciousness slowly faded. What was still clearly visible was Rangda, who was lying unconscious in front of him.
“Rangda! D-don't…! Rise up! We have to.. keep fighting! Must... keep on living!” With a speck of energy remaining, Cakra crept on the floor, his hand extended out toward Rangda, trying to wake him up. They've just been so soulful, don't end up here.
But the pedestal of all hope was stopped, trampled on by the black shoes of the threat bearer. The owner of the shoe, Mr. K is even clucking. “Wah, wow, still has not given up too, even though the chances of winning have run out.” He moved the tip of his foot, twisting Cakra's hand until the loser cried out in pain.
“Then this is your lucky day,” continued Mr. K with a loud voice, making sure Cakra is aware enough to listen to each word. “As I said earlier, you, Cakra and Rangda hold the key that is vital to the success of my grand plan. Soon, Singosari will not be the name of the company alone, but will rise again into a glorious kingdom with an eternal golden age! Hahahahaha!”
The Resurrection of Singosari Kingdom? The eternal golden age? Oh, my God, not Mr. K is really…!
The thoughts in Cakra's mind were cut off by the arrival of a scrappy, all-black-clad old man. Cakra recognized him as the original form of Gangren, namely Ki Rogohjiwo. The shaman knelt solemnly and said, “Report, Mr. K. As per orders, we have allowed Reog to escape from this base.”
Unknowingly, Cakra breathed a sigh of relief. If Reog had joined the League of Adilaga, he would have brought reinforcements to raid this secret base, rescue Cakra and Rangda and wipe out the Organization of the S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N to its roots.
But Mr. K instead replied calmly and authoritatively, “Good, Ki Rogohjiwo. Let those super losers get buried in this place. Give my orders to all S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N soldiers to get ready now! We will go far away from here, towards the main event venue!”
Cakra is just a sneak-sayup catching Mr.'s last sentence. K was. He wanted to shout, curse the enemy and kill him. But what power, finally the flame of the candle of Sakrapun's consciousness was extinguished, making him fall into the abyss of endless despair.
The fate of Cakra and Rangda has been outlined. Only a miracle can escape them from this threshold of nothingness. From the clutches of the evil dedekot.
MURCAS.