GemBLUNG
The Death of Rajawali

Simultaneously their bodies flashed from that place. What happened on top of that hill.

It turned out that the Demon King Weasel who had been injured in the attack of Jaka Kelana punch, was fighting with an old man in shining robes and a turtle shell.

This grandpa is bald headed. The white mustache is long like a mustache. On the arm of this bald grandfather was blocked by a glittering medal exposed to the sun's light.

That is what the two grandfathers are fighting for.

"Rotten thief! give that thing back!"shouted the Demon Weasel King in an angry tone.

In a wounded state and his lips still dripping blood, he lunged at the bald grandfather with vicious punching moves.

But the bald grandfather in the silver scaly robe did not allow himself to be struck by an attack that could harm his soul. With a nimble leap he managed to dodge. Suddenly he pulled out his weapon to smash it.

That's a silver-handled mebutton. The tip of the need to menabaskan the neck of the Demon Weasel King, accompanied by a loud clash.

"Let you go to hell...!" exclaim the bald grandpa.

"Whess...!"

"You're the one who needs to be cut off!" reply by snapping at the Demon Lord's grandfather Weasel.

His body suddenly rose upwards. The flickering of the sleeves of his robe grabbed onto the bald grandfather's body. Staggered some of this grandfather's actions due to the loud thump that hit his body.

His speeding attack had escaped the target, even he was now the one who turned around to be attacked.

But the long misai grandfather was not an arbitrary figure. Suddenly he

spin neediness. A strong wind that makes small stones fly.

For a moment glued to the Demon Weasel King and

the wind that is blowing makes

body wagging. His torn robe was flying. While more and more blood dripped and flowed from between his lips.

He had secretly accumulated a deep energy in both palms. The moment where the bald grandfather had lunged with a loud crack.

"This is your death, the foolish Demon Weasel King...!" exclaim the bald grandpa.

And the semblance of death in his hands slid swiftly djbarengi hit the palm towards the Grandpa's headstone.

"Whuuk....! Wheess...! Bhlaar.....!"

A huge explosion was heard. The clash of the two inner turtles had made the hill seem to shake. Black and white smoke

billowing from the explosion marks that caused the sound to rumble.

The bald-robed grandfather with the silver shield seemed to stagger back a few acts.

His face was as pale as a corpse from between

his lips drained blood. While the Demon Weasel King was still standing tall. His legs collapsed to the knees.

He was still standing upright unmoved. But what was seen, it turned out that the Demon Lord's grandfather's cloak had been charred in flames. His skin and body turned black.

The great-grandfather turned out to have died with the state of the body turned charred and looked at the body of his opponent takbbergeming, the long-mistled bald grandfather laughed.

"He..he...he..he ... he...he ...! finally you must acknowledge my superiority, my friend the Demon Weasel King. And this heirloom of the Chief of Civilization I am entitled to have it! .ha..ha....!" exclaim the bald grandfather.

Jaka Kelana when he arrived at the top of the hill. He saw the Demon King Weasel in a state of collapsing his legs limited to the knee, which was no longer budging.

His body turned charred black, staring at a long-moustached bald-headed grandfather like a moustache who was standing before the Ferret Demon King, the more surprised he was. For seeing this man block a familiar medal.

"I. it's the medal of the Chairman of the Press coat of arms.

his teacher Ki Wirya." exclaimed Jaka kelana who stared at the medal sharply.

The four grandfathers had appeared also on top

the hill. They were momentarily stunned to look

in front of him. Soon they knew

who is the bald grandfather in that silver scales robe.

"King Demon Tortoise!" they shouted in surprise almost in unison.

"The Demon Weasel King, he's dead?" muttered the Monkey Demon King with eyes, widening.

You know they're late. The fight has just finished.

And their friend the Demon Weasel King has floated his soul.

"He.he...he...! I came here not ambitious

to be the leader of the Mad Kings. But

Jaka Kelana's eyes shone looking at that thing.

"Where did you get that medal, King

Demon Tortoise?" asked Jaka Kelana with her chest that seemed turbulent. Soon he remembered his teacher Ki Wirya who had died. The murderer is certain to be the one who had the Medal taken from the hands of his teacher.

"H...he...he...he...he....O...,! this thing was in the hands of the Demon Weasel King. I stole it. I don't know where he got it!" sahut the Demon King Tortoise

"Nr...kaaakk....!"

Suddenly there was a sound in the air. And a big shadow was cast into

the direction of this bald head grandpa. Wingcloth

the giant bird made the body of the grandfather

staggered. The Demon Tortoise King cried out in surprise, for the Medal in his hand had been struck by the bird's beak

Giant rajawali.

"Basic fucker...!" this bald grandpa's makian.

His body dashed like flying

chasing the Rajawali.

"Come on you fucking bird!" snapped at the Demon Tortoise King.

Whuuukk....! Bhukk.....! Heck...!"

Screeching the sound of the giant bird when the blow of the bald grandfather hit the target. Hundreds of feathers scattered. Fly that bird

So limbung. And the medallion that was sandwiched between his beak had fallen slid downwards.The King Demon Tortoise did not wish to immediately hunt him down. But Jaya returned to swoop. With an angry shout he snatched the thing again.

It turned out that the movements of the giant Rajawali were faster. His pair of legs managed to grab hold of the Medal.

"Whuuukk....! Whuukk...!" The Demon Tortoise King swung out a two-stroke streak. Snatching the red steam on the

rajawali.

This time the giant bird did not want to hit the target. The wings are used for shaking. His body immediately soared.

The attack escaped. But the wings of the eagle are still hit by the wind blow.

"Whuukkk......! Whuukk....!"

Back the Demon Turtle King struck with a death-breathing blow. Rajawali

sieving pain. Wings wagging. His body was up again. But a crushing hit again knew the target.

The bird's flight is getting denser.

But he fled with a Medal that could not be separated from his grip.

"Stupid motherfucker!" cursing the Demon King

tortoises. This bald grandpa ramped up his body to dart, chasing. But Rajawali has drifted towards the sea.

With a growl this bald grandfather stopped. But suddenly his arm was raised, accompanied by a clash.

"Come on you fucking cocksucker!"

"Whuuush...!"

The wind of long-range blows had been thrown. The red steam grabbed Jaya.

Great this bald grandfather attack. Because so far he was still able to pocket his punch by a landslide.

Sea water gushed into the air when the body of the giant eagle fell and fell into the sea.

"Fucking bird! vanish the Medal!" grute King of the Turtle.

The giant bird drowned on the surface of the water. But soon it didn't show up again. Killed already the unfortunate Jaya floats in the sea:

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