ADILAGES
ADILAGA 4'S
But that incredible sacrifice gave the result. As far as the eye can see, the heroes of Adilaga appeared sprawled without being able to rise, scattered throughout the field of action.
“Hahaha! I told you, all the forces in this universe will not be able to match my divinity!” Murca Deva exclaimed loudly. “Well, you're all trash, it's time to be destroyed!”
A ball of light energy shimmered between the two palms of Murca Deva forming a lotus flower. “Happy way for good, Adilaga!”
“Still there me!” exclamation of Cakra that floated freely in the air, in the abdominal area of Mount Sadahurip is very broad. Of course Murca Deva turned her head towards Cakra and exclaimed back, “Oh yes! Of course, the heiress of the rabble-troublemaker, Mpu Gandring! Let me first crush the thorns in this flesh!” Murca Deva instantly turned her hand towards Cakra. Then he fired a full-power white beam like a cannon, which was able to pulverize the “ordinary” he hit.
Instead of dodging, Cakra instead swooped down from the air, welcoming the attack frontally. He then concentrated all the ultimate prana, Mandala of the Blood Universe to a point, namely the end of Keris Cakra Sudarsana Mpu Gandring legacy.
The kris was straight, the owner's body glided straight until it looked from afar like a red lightning arrow, the true shape of the Sudarsana Cakra. The tip of the red arrow then split open a seemingly thicker array of white light, like the tip of an arrow splitting the end of a wooden stick. The white array became scattered, although some were still left and injured the red array driver.
However, the pace of the red arrow figure did not recede, even faster.
Finally, the red arrow shot through the back of the Snake Demon God, Murca Deva.
The three black eyes of Murca Deva were wide-eyed. “Ahkk! M-impossible! How can…? This body of mine, my form.the form of a god! The power of one man alone..it is impossible to penetrate..my multilayered defense!”.
At once the red prana disappeared, changing the view of Cakra that had buried its dagger in the middle of the Serpent God's cleavage.
“It is precisely because you have a body, earthly blood-meat, that you are not a true god,” refutes Cakra. “So whatever age, the body remains the body, the earthly element that can still be broken and killed. This gushing blood of yours, this pierced heart of yours is indisputable natural proof.”
The entire power of the god Murca has been lost. Even dispelling Cakramun he was powerless. There is no point in arguing, after all he must submit, can not be separated from the destiny that holds him now. Destiny is born of the absolute will of the Almighty over the universe.
Only then did Murca realize another reality. During his immortality he always hid from his true destiny. If Murca appeared to challenge the destiny of many years, even centuries ago, the equivalent forces of Adilaga must rise at that time, bringing Murca to her true destiny that will be no more than a paper-thin distance from her present destiny.
However, there is still one heart wedge that must be revealed by the angkara biang. “Heh, I can't stop thinking, why did you, Cakra, have no power to finish me off in the previous fight?”
“That's because this time, I got prana intake from seven other Adilaga colleagues,” replied Cakra. “While in formation, we mutually strengthen our colleagues with deep energy. Since they know I have ‘kunci’ your main weakness, they channeled the last half of each prana to me, and pounded you with only half the power.”
Murca. The strength of each Adilaga member had already lost at the Black Demon Stage. So it is impossible for the superheroes to repeat the same mistake and risk everything in the hands of one person only, Cakra.
Murca Deva sighed. “Ah, the power of destiny is truly unmatched.” With the rest of his strength, he grasped Cakra's palm, then forcefully pulled the keris blade from his chest. “Ah, the incident was repeated again, twisting my fate once again.”
Black blood poured out incessantly. The serpent god collapsed, leaning on a giant fault that was originally a statue of Nyi Blorong, the Serpent Queen. Murca Deva must be dead in a matter of minutes.
But Ken Arok's soul cried out through the mouth of his dying body, “But I can't die! I must have gone to hell, and Ken Dedes was waiting for me in Nirvana! Please, my destiny-setter, though I may no longer be with my soulmate in the eternal life of the world, do not separate us again! Dedes' soul will be tormented forever! He will certainly ask to move to hell, but it is impossible for the Almighty to change His decree! His existence in Nirvana would be much more torturing himself than in hell!”
Suddenly a voice interrupts, “There is still hope for us, Ken Arok.”
The woman he was referring to turned out to still be a shadow of a spirit beside Rangda. Apparently Ken Dedes was pretending “move the world”. Aura Rangda accidentally “wrap” aura Ken Dedes, hiding it from Ken Arok.
Now, all the truth is revealed, after Ken Arok expressed his true heart and was uprooted by the destiny of the Almighty. The consciousness that comes after it must be too late, if not for the reappearance of the pedestal of all hope.
Especially when Ken Dedes showed a smile that is said to make all the angels blushed Kahyangan shame. He delivered a message, “Ya, it's me, Arok. Actually, during the silence in the statue of Nyi Blorong, a creature in the form of a winged man, dressed in all white and his body glow came to me. He claimed to be the messenger of the Almighty, came to give me forgiveness for the act of suicide sacrifice that I have done, and invited me to stay in Nirvana.”
The listeners are stunned. It is possible that forgiveness comes after hundreds of years of ascetic spirit. This is a very rare gift of the Almighty, almost never experienced by anyone who takes a shortcut by suicide.
The spirit of Ken Dedes continued, “But I plead that at least I may try to take you with me, Ken Arok, my love. As I said earlier, how could my soul be at peace in Nirvana without your soul accompanying me there? Maybe I'm a fool, but at least I understand you must be going to hell because of all your actions. I killed myself, hoping to accompany you in hell, but my soul was imprisoned in a statue. Nor did I know that your ambition must have prevented you from seeing the narrow passage to heaven. So sorry, this is the only thing I can do to pull you back to the light.”
“J-so, although I can no longer live eternally in this world... I can still... accompany you in Nirvana... Ken Dedes?” Ken Arok's voice grew weaker, as black blood flooded beneath his god's body, even mixing with the flow of water in the trenches.
Ken Dedes nodded. “Ya, let's go.” He extended his hand. Surprisingly, Ken Arok's image was still glued to his place.
“Come, what are you waiting for? Take it easy, even Anusapati, Tohjaya, Ken Umang and Tunggul Ametungpun have forgiven you and are waiting for you there.”
Arok at a glance look back, to the damaged body of the “dewa” who has misled him so far. With a heavy heart he turned around, then stepped very slowly, trying to remove the last shackles of doubt from his heart.
In the end, after centuries separated the hands of two true sculptors of the history of the archipelago was back in greeting. Ken Arok and Ken Dedes embraced each other, then joined hands again towards a beam of light that appeared suddenly in the distance.
Suddenly Ken Arok's spirit stopped its steps. Cakra and the others gasped and tried to get up. But Arok just turned around and said, “Thank you, Adilaga warriors. Thanks to you, I now find my true happiness and meaning in life. Now, hurry up and get out of this godforsaken temple! The Snake God Raga is no longer able to accommodate the rest of his stare and will explode violently in a matter of minutes! Again, thank you and goodbye!”
No need to be commanded, Cakra and all other Adilaga members rushed out of the central room of Blorong Temple. Because all were wounded, they beat each other, shoulder to shoulder towards safety until far beyond the slopes of Mount Sadahurip.
A hunch prompted Cakra to momentarily look back. It seemed to him that not two, but three human spirits joined hands entered the light of glory. In addition to Ken Arok and Ken Dedes who smiled happily, Cakra also knew very well the “sosok three”.
While touching Hima, Cakra turned back to the exit.
A single word came out of his mind.
Have a good rest in peace Mpu Gandring, my good teacher.