MILLINIUM-TRENDI GENERATION FHADLAN
Episode 76's

"Hayo chase...!" In droves they chased into the building and one of the guards rang a siren of danger, calling together all the guards and guards.

The danger signal siren not only shocked the guards and guards, but also horrendous the entire contents of the headquarters. As a result, their concentration is disrupted and their ranks begin to fall apart. This greatly benefited the Hamdani regiment, in a short time they had crippled several snipers and Imperial Balqis anti-tank guns.

Ghafur's ashes have also paralyzed several cars full of explosives. Inside the headquarters looks increasingly chaotic atmosphere where the guards and the Emperor's employees try to block Fhadlan who continues to force to meet the Emperor.

Fhadlan kept running into the building.he did not waste time serving the guards and bodyguards who tried to get in the way. Fhadlan caught a maid who ran in fear, grabbed her hair, and rebuked.

"See where the Emperor Room is!" fhadlan.

Fhadlan's fingers deliberately gripped the servant's shoulder stronger until the servant grimaced with pain instead of playing, until his pale face let out a cold sweat.

"Ahhhhhhh." his screams were terrified, so afraid that he could not make a sound, just pointing his index finger at the large room near the middle room.

Fhadlan let go of the servant's body and then dropped to his knees and was unable to move anymore so scared of him, only crying on the floor without daring to raise his face.

"Brakkk…!"

The door leaf broke and there appeared an old man, almost fifty years old standing with his eyes wide in anger. A young and beautiful woman in incomplete clothes let out a small scream and quickly hid on the bed, under the covers.

The old man was fully dressed, apparently surprised to hear the sirens of danger.

"Wijaya .. basic depraved, war conditions you still have time to play love" said Fhadlan.

Yes the man was indeed Vijaya a petimggi Imperium Balqis. The presence of Fhadlan certainly made Wijaya become very angry, disturbed from his fun activities with his partner.

"What'sthis? Who are you to dare to be insolent? The bodyguard! Catch her...!" Wijaya was furious.

Fhadlan even approached Wijaya "You're Wijaya sir, right?" ask Fhadlan.

Mr. Wijaya raised his face puffed up his chest, as a ruler of the balqis Empire he was always respected and obeyed. "Have known who I am, I'm on my knees for mercy!"

"Bad man!" Fhadlan recalled Mr. Wijaya's behavior when he almost raped his friend Giza, making his emotions even more heightened.

Fhadkan had snatched a red belt, presumably the belt belonging to the young woman pair Wijaya, who had been removed and was probably hastily thrown on the floor.

"Pak Wijaya. see attack" once fhadlan's hand moved, the red light flashed then rolled and the end of the belt had ensnared Wijaya's neck.

As soon as the belt was pulled with one sudden jolt, Mr. Wijaya shouted and collapsed face down on the floor. Because the belt that snared his neck was pulled directly by Fhadlan, the magnifier was forced to crawl and dragged to the front of Fhadlan's legs.

"Trakkk.." once the jolt of Pak Wijaya's necklace has changed hands, leaving a deep enough wound on the neck of Mr. Wijaya.

"Hayo tell me what you did to Fhadlan's necklace!" Fhadlan.

"Fhadlan?" pak Wijaya's.

"Your necklace has been faked...!" he said with both hands in vain trying to release the phrase that strangled the neck.

Back pull the end of the belt.

"Nowhhhh!" The magnifier gasped, his tongue sticking out.

"Then where is the real one!, why should the necklace be faked?!" Fhadlan asked with more emotion.

"Am. geez, Fhadlan... The real one is on the emperor Linggo, he just left the headquarters to the city of Magrib" Wijaya sir was forced to complain of mercy because the libatan on his neck increasingly tight.

"Hmmm this kind of person of yours should be sent to hell! But considering that you are only a self-styled official, let me warn you!" After saying so, Fhadlan mentioned the tip of the red belt towards Wijaya's ear.

"Prettt... tofuhh...!"

Mr. Wijaya rolled over clutched the edge of his head on the right side that was covered in blood because his earlobes had been destroyed and vanished hit by the end of the red belt earlier. Not playing pain it feels to stab the heart, look at his eyes twitched and the crown of the head feels pulsating like it is about to break. She moaned while her concubine had collapsed under the blanket.

"As a warning, I take your ear. What if Fhadlan doesn't find the real Fhadlan necklace on Linggo, then I'll come and take your head!" Fhadlan.

Tar-tar-tarr...!" assault rifle fire was heard behind Fhadlan.

Fhadlan was aware that there were people attacking him from behind with a barrage of shots, so he quickly jumped into the damping, he said, then move his hand so that the red light roll from the silk belt directly floated up to his head and slid quickly to the back then welcomed the arrival of a white bullet that struck towards his head.

"Tarr... brett!!"

Back Fhadlan jumped to the side and looked over in shock. The red belt in his hand had shattered the tip not from a bullet. However, the belt was destroyed when it met the end of the whip of the attacker.

Fhadlan saw how the tip of the white whip was like a living snake floating towards the waist of Mr. Wijaya and in another when the body of Mr. Wijaya had floated towards his attacker and received with his left hand it was very large and powerful, followed by a loud voice but it sounded foreign and rigid in Arabic.

"Sir Wijaya please like to retreat to the city of Magrib and treat his wounds, let me face this snot child".

Fhadlan looked at the person with wide eyes full of shock and astonishment. Three people came in the room. The two people on the right were General Benjamin, and the left were sixty-year-old grandfathers and their clothes were simple, looking indifferent. But the one who stands in the middle holding the white whip is terrible.

It seems like they are big figures in the martial world, but Fhadlan himself has never met a human as weird as the whip holder so he himself can't talk.

The man was a tall, giant. That medium-bodied Fhadlan was only as tall as his shoulders. The person's body was huge and his stomach was shaped like a barrel. His back was full of long yellow feathers like a monkey's.

His head was bald with thinness on the top, but at the bottom around the head grew hair that was very unusual color, like white gray hair but mixed with yellow gold choppy very beautiful, it was as if not hair but silver and gold threads were taped around the head. Similarly, his mustache and beard, even though there is a rather dark color, still mixed with yellow gold and white, as well as his eyebrows. His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were wide and they were not like ordinary eyes, because the manic was not black but blue! Blue sea!