Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapter 53. Little Invaders, Black Gobed!

Beringkiwa Market has been destroyed. However, Ki Berut Tunggul has not shown any signs of stopping the rampage, even more crazy as if he can no longer control himself.

Both hands Ki Berut Tunggul continued to make movements to release attacks from above and front.

The superiority of Ajian Selaksa Perwangan, is purely relying on the strength of the demit genies merkayangan, so that Ki Berut Tunggul does not feel exhausted despite continuously releasing attacks.

Take care of Saksena who does not want to aggravate the situation just avoid and avoid. But not the origin of avoiding, because Jaga tried to shorten the distance.

But it is not easy, because Ki Berit Tunggul can read Jaga gelagat.

'I must use my spirit power to lighten the body more!'

Overwhelmed by using only ordinary body lightening science, Jaga decided to use spirit power.

The slap! The slap! As fast as lightning Keep moving dodge.

In his speed, Jaga felt the movement of objects around slowed down, including the attack of the black shadow from the Perpetaks Perewangan study.

Of course the change in motion Jaga Saksena made Ki Berut Tunggul shocked. The thick mustachioed man whose tip was twisted was about to accelerate the attack. However, for some time suddenly the opponent had been in front of him exactly, smashing his palm towards the chest.

"Rasaning Taste!"

Debbie!

Glared at Ki Berut Tunggul's eyes, until the eyeball was about to pop out. Between disbelief and feeling excruciating pain due to the internal organs of his chest being exploded by an energy that rushed there.

"Arg—"

Lienguhan Ki Berut Tunggul was never finished because his life was lost first.

Brugh!

Ki Berut Tunggul's body collapsed backwards. He died in a state of bulging eyes and wide gaping mouth.

Not just silent after successfully ending the opponent, Jaga flashed to the entire market. There may be victims to be saved. But it's really sad. All those who did not escape were killed, disintegrated and collapsed into the ground. Including Werkadal!

Keep Saksena taking a deep breath, then blowing slowly. A second later his lips continued to mutter reading the istighfar.

"If I had a longer time ..." muttered Jaga Saksena before flashing away.

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The night began to envelop Debogsari Village with darkness. The torches were lit. Crickets and other small animals began to kick.

As the density grows, young couples are preparing to fight for the creation of future generations.

Chicken eggs to duck eggs have been prepared to be brewed as a strength enhancer.

Parents begin to tell magical stories that are inserted moral messages so that their children are fast asleep while bringing the values of goodness in the subconscious.

The single youths who were patched patrolling also seemed to have been sitting at the patrol post. Chat with others discuss anything with interspersed with laughter.

The residents of Debogsari Village were not aware, the danger was lurking from the top of the hill to the north.

Debogsari village stands in the valley of the hill of Bonesula. To the south of the hill that extends from east to west.

At one of the top of the hill of Bonesula, stood ten people wearing all black without arms. At each waist they were tucked into black gobeds.

Gobed is a kind of sword but short and fat.

Like the weapons they carried, they named themselves the Black Gobed Group.

The Black Gobed group did not have a permanent headquarters. They are always moving. Invading villages that are not controlled by a particular kingdom then occupy it for some time until the resources of the village run out. After that they will look for another village.

So next.

"We're ambushing now, Chief?!" asked a disheveled curly-haired man with shiny black skin.

"In a moment, let them go a little quietly and then we're shocked!" answer the chief kalem.

From the appearance, the head of the Black Gobed Group did not look ferocious even impressed a good belligerent.

His mustache was neatly shaved, as was his beard. Hair curled up tied with a black string. Very contrasted with nine of his men who looked dirty brangasan.

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The night is getting late. The ronda village post.

"Nights like this, who are they? Did anyone go up there this afternoon?" wonder other patrons.

"I appreciate my bad heart, lest they troublemake this village!"

"If so quickly contact bekel anom!"

"All right, I'm leaving!"

The young man who felt a bad feeling immediately ran carrying a torch towards the bekel anom house.

Debogsari village is led by a lurah, under which there is a bekel sepuh then bekel anom. Bekel anom is what takes care of village security as well as irrigation and so on. Of course as long as he can still handle, if it is no longer possible then he will leave the problem to the defender sepuh before going to lurah.

Thock!Thock!Thock!

"Bukel Anom Dwijaya!"

Not long after, "Who's outside?!"

"Surata, night patrol!"

"Wait!"

Before long, a man about 40 years old appeared from behind the door.

"What's up, Rata?"

"There are some torches coming down from the hill, Ki Bekel!"

"How much?!"

"If it's not wrong, there's nine, Ki!"

"Wait a minute!"

Bekel Anom Dwijaya entered the house, before how long he returned with a machete with a tiger carving.

"Hurry up and get there!"

Both are hurrying.

Arriving at the patrol post, Bekel Anom Dwijaya asked six young patrolmen to follow him to the northern border of the village. Welcoming the torch users who are descending from the top of the hill.

Thumping heart Surata, during the new patrol duty this time there are people coming in the middle of the night from the top of the hill. And I don't know why his heart didn't taste good from the start.

When the youth patrols under Bekel Anom Dwijaya reached the northern village boundary, the torch troupe was getting closer.

"Who are y'all? What are the nights coming to our village?!" bekel asked Anom Dwijaya when the party carrying nine torches had stopped in front of them.

"I'm sorry if our arrival annoys all of you. My name is Jalada, and these nine people are my friends. We only want to occupy and control your village until the resources of the village are exhausted," replied the polite man who did not carry a torch, the head of the Black Gobed Group.

"Sorry Kisanak, what does it mean to occupy and control our village until the resources are exhausted?"

"Basic Guoblogk! We want to rob and plunder your village, got it!!?" Snarled ferocious black, jet-haired, disheveled man who stood beside Jalada.

Rebellious only, the curly answer in disarray made Bekel Anom Dwijaya feel the tiger-carved machete crow on his waist. Then no less fierce he also snapped, too,

"I warn you! Go or this cleaver will drive you out!"

Threat of people,

"Haha!" The nine members of the Black Gobed laughed in laughter only Jalada who was silent was calm.

At the same time, Bekel Anom Dwijaya whispered to Surata, "Go wake Bekel Sepuh and Ki Lurah! Tell me the danger level 1!"

Nodding, Surata immediately ran as fast as he could.

After a satisfied laugh, the curly hair ruffled forward two steps, then unsheathed the gobed in the right hand.

Srett!

"It's not that easy to throw us out! Call all citizens so you know how gobed this is better at talking!"

Immediately tensions enveloped, Bekel Anom Dwijaya. Five young patrons also pulled each machete. So did the eight members of Black Gobed.

However ... The tense atmosphere between them was disturbed by the sound of a very melodious foreign language drum.