ADILAGES
THE RANGDA 3

“Really? The blood of the kings has been shed, no problem added one queen! Feel my nerves!” While saying so, Cakra charged forward as fast as lightning, ready to blow his cursed dagger away.

“Stupid basis!” Rangda pressed the trigger, but none of the bullets came out.

“Haha, you are the one who is stupid!” The Keris Cakra runs straight down Rangda's throat. With great agility the woman threw her body down, managed to avoid.

The newly realized chakra he was trapped to taste the hoe of Rangda's toe on his chin, the man's turn fell.

“Taste of your own stupidity!”

Rangda shot again. But this time what came out was a bullet of power in a fire elemental occult. Unmercifully, the flame bullet struck the Cakra armor right in the center of the chest. Red Lightning Prana centered there warding off fire bullets to scatter.

“Hih! Are you the only one who can attack long range? Red Lightning Snatching!” Then there was a clash between Cakra and Rangda. Both move quickly, dodge, even use the cave rocks as a shelter.

For a moment, it seemed that the two fighters would continue like that until one of them ran out of energy. However, Rangda was deliberately stalling the attack, utilizing the gap between each shot to gather power.

After feeling enough, Queen Leak quietly took aim and fired a giant fire bullet. The chakra that saw it moved away to dodge, but it was too late. Suddenly the big fire bullets were fragmented, the fragments were directed like the Rain of Hell Fire.

Cakra surprise. He tried to dodge and strengthen his protective prana like an invisible shield, convinced a straight shot could not hit him.

But suddenly those fire bullets swerved, changing direction, raining down on Cakra's body mercilessly. Apparently again Rangda uses telekinesis, making this the ultimate style of the new Rangda, a more sophisticated variation than the ultimate Shinta Devi, the previous heir. Dozens of fire bullets were clearly more than ten arrays of fire needles in the Ten Claws of the Fire Snake.

When the prana rain “reda”, visible Cakra armor torn and cracked. As a magical heirloom that “bernyawa”, the armour of Cakra and Rangda is able to recover, but it can only be done in a state of “break” or “bertapa”, replenishing the energy that has been used.

Cakra stood in limbo, trying hard to maintain his position. He did have time to collect energy during the shootouts, but he was late in acting so forced to use that energy to survive. However, his defensive field was falling out.

The cause is Cakra lack of lightning prana, so that when the armor and kerisnya “live” back, the power is not perfect, vulnerable and fragile. Not all of his abilities can be deployed.

Despite realizing that in the end, Cakra refused to admit it. The super swordsman shouted and yelled loudly, gathering back his makeshift energy. “Enough already! Die you, and drag that insyaf witch to hell with you!”

“You are the one who forgot yourself, Cakra – or Gerry, if there is still a pinch of man in you.” This time Rania's own voice was resounding, because it was one-soul with Rangda. The woman then kept her gun back in a thigh-protective sheath in her armor. “If you are still curious, please submit your strongest attack.”

“Good! Feel the ultimate Cakra, Mandala of the Blood Universe!” The red swordsman then showed an ability that he had not been able to muster before.

Cakra's body soared in the air, as if preparing to fly. Then, the blood-red pranic light stretched out extremely wide like a pair of giant wings. A moment later, the arrays of prana that seemed to number in the hundreds he released. The wings were swerving and chasing, impossible Rangda chasing, impossible Rangda dodging even though it could fly though.

Forced Rangda to fend off as much as possible with the ultimate stance of the old empty hand, the Ten Claws of the Fire Snake. Ten pranic arrays of both Rangda claws attempted to break through the rain of blood-red wings, at least breaking the opponent's stance.

But unfortunately, the deployment of the new ultimate move Rangda earlier made this old style prana broke out in the wings of the Mandala. Turn Zirah Rangda was hit by prana rain, catapulting the body of the female warrior until sprawled, lying near the crater pond containing hot magma bubbling.

Rangda-Rania groaned to endure the severe pain. But it was nothing compared to the death that the opponent brought, Cakra approached him, in the form of Keris Mpu Gandring.

“As I said earlier, this kris collect the blood of Queen Leak,” Cakra said with a triumphant smile. Then he knelt near Rangda's helpless body, raised his dagger high and said, “Goodbye, Rania. I will always remember your hugs forever.” The chakras blow his dagger.

Suddenly the lightning user's body was like burning, his movement halted instantly. Apparently he had exerted energy beyond the threshold of his own ability, and now the ultimate Cakra moves back to whack the user.

“Typeak! Waitaminute! Let me finish this first!” Cakra was clamoring, his trembling hand was trying to move his dagger again.

Suddenly a woman lunged at Cakra's body while exclaiming, “Takkan I let you kill my successor!” Rangda straightened her body slightly to see more clearly. It was Shinta Devi. The dying woman mustered her remaining speck of strength to do the last good, preventing murder.

“Keep you out, bone gnaw!” cerca Cakras.

“No!” Devi kept hugging the body of her ‘burned’ opponent, trying to pull him to the edge.

“Then you die first!”

Realizing this gurgle, Cakra pushed his keris. Devi had moved to hug the opponent more tightly, so that the keris sank on his shoulder.

“Goodbye, Rangda!” With a single jolt, Shinta Devi threw herself down while twisting the Cakra body she was holding, until the two fell into the magma pool.

“Tidaak!” With his armour broken and running out of prana, Cakra aka Gerry Kusnandar can no longer avoid death, pulverized in a smoldering liquid. With this, also all his ambitions to become a super swordsman who will overthrow his own master. This is the continuation of the curse of Mpu Gandring for any human being who justifies all means to achieve his ambitions.

Rangda then re-converted to Rania Giselda, witnessing all this with mixed feelings of grief, relief and indescribable with words. After all, Rania was still an ordinary human being. Although endowed with the power of a god, he has no power to change the destiny of two human beings who have been ascertained through all their own deeds.

While standing by the magma pool of Mount Anak Krakatau, Rania looked at the Ring of Rangda on her ring finger. The eyes behind the cracks of his glasses lens shone sharply, along with a determination he had rounded.

\==oOo==

“So, Keris Mpu Gandring has vanished for good in the crater of Mount Anak Krakatau,” said a well-built man, with a ponytail and wearing leather shirts-pants jeans are quite neat.

Rania answered him, “That's what I saw, Mr. Johnny Wardhana. Isn't that the artifact you're looking for? Who was taken from Wardhana Logistics's car?”

“I don't know how you found out, Detective Rania, because I definitely didn't mention that stuff.” Johnny could not hide his expression of amazement. “But yes, indeed keris that's what I'm looking for.”

“Please forgive me. I have failed to protect the legacy of the legend and history of that priceless homeland.”

Johnny shakes. “This is not your fault at all, detective. After all, everything I experienced recently made me believe in your story. You have fought very hard in the realm of the occult, something that will not be understood and accepted by law enforcement in this country.”

Rania again downed her Iced Caramel Cappuccino coffee, mustering up the courage to say the following. “On Mount Anak Krakatau I lost partners, abductees and heritage heirlooms. The only explanation in the report that I can reveal to the Police is that I failed miserably in two major cases.”

Johnny interrupts, “Let me brief the police and withdraw my report..”.

“Do not. It's too late for that anyway. I have resigned from the police. The higher-ups have tried to defend me by saying my failure is not worth the amount of success I have had. But I still insist on retreating. So what you meet is not a detective, but Rania Giselda, ordinary civilian.”

“Ah, so apparently,” said Johnny while sipping his hot Toraja Coffee, trying not to look too pitying the “this wounded fighter”. “What's your next plan, Rania?”

Rania tapped on the table, her eyeballs momentarily directed towards the ceiling of the cafe. “Yeah, maybe I will be a private detective who specializes in supernatural or extraordinary cases. And for a while, here comes my office.”

“Bryan idea!” Johnny flicked his fingers and smiled gleefully, stripping off his formalities. “It just so happens that I still have some other cases that are being ‘dibant’ in Police. Let me be your first client and fund all your moves.”

Rania seems not too happy with this new development. It remains ***smile politely and says, “Thank you very much, Mr. Johnny. We will discuss this in more detail once my Private Detective Operations Permit is published tomorrow – last gifts from the higher-ups in the Police Force for me. Take it easy, I will help you with all my strength and whole heart.”

“Good!” respond Johnny. He finished his coffee and got up. “This is my business card. Please contact me directly, whether I am in Bali or Jakarta. Your first assignment, please trace the existence of a secret organization called Adilaga.”

“Adilaga?” Rania tickled. Obviously he had never heard that name before.

“Yes. Until tomorrow.” As Johnny was about to turn around, his eyes caught the sparkle of a ring on Rania Giselda's ring finger. Apparently it was a reflection of light from a ruby stone as big as an eye-shaped orange seed embedded in the ring.

I Made Johnny Wardhana then walked to the cashier. Without turning her head towards Rania, she commented, “Your ring is beautiful once.”

\==oOo==

The battle between Cakra and Rangda turned out to have made the activity of Mount Anak Krakatau increased. Not only that, two weeks after the incident, there was a small eruption that spewed objects into the air.

There was a rain storm. A bolt of lightning struck very strong and powerful, hitting one of the objects that spewed out the eruption and thicken it until it fell into the mountainside.

It turned out that it was a kris. Keris Mpu Gandring the new form fell and precisely hit and stuck on a mountain rock.

Ah, my man is finally complete. Now, I'm just waiting for my new heir.

Apparently, kris sakti “berjih” it does not need to wait long. Two days after the eruption, a man walked up Mount Anak Krakatau. Often, the young, very handsome, messy-haired man took pictures with his advanced camera. Often he spoke indistinctly through a voice recorder.

Ahh, the ideal candidate. Come here, young man. See and fulfill your destiny.

A moment later the young man turned his head, his eyes wide at the keris whose tip was stuck in the stone. His forehead creased for a moment, then his legs began to step closer.

Goody! Go on, young man. Let me, Mpu Gandring give you divine power. Together, we will run rampant in the world, avenging my century as the Swordsman of the Red Thunder.

CHAKRAS.

Cakra: Another name for inner energy and prana. This is the power of the natural and supernatural elements that are absorbed, processed and combined with the life force contained in the body of each human being.

The soul of Mpu Gandring who resides in his own dagger calls himself Cakra a pseudonym. And that name is also used for the disguise of his heirs.