RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 58 KILLED BY SUPREME LEADER

DEATH OF THE SUPREME LEADER

There are three things that are key in living life, namely living, enjoying everything and then being grateful. Trouble does not mean we have to stop because it is a clue. The person who is unable to identify the problem, he or she is also unable to correct it to be true.

The hot atmosphere in the savannah country is so stressful. The wind blows breezy, flying children Pranaja hair that is left unraveled. Likewise with the hair of General Xialuai Khan, Supreme Leader of the Mongolian Liberation Army, part of his face was covered with black and thick hair. Strangely enough, even though his gondrong and tall body were large, his face was very clean from his sideburns, beard and mustache.

The two of them looked at each other sharply with the standby position of one. They were both ready to unleash the ultimate power. He prepared the blow of Garuda Himalaya Golden Shield.

Hrrrgggg.Xialuai.

Xialuai's body floated into the air. He turned his back on the ball of the sun until his shadow covered the view of Pranaja. A golden yellow light aura surrounded his body. Then the power began to creep and fill both of his hands. Starting from his elbows to his palms, emanated a golden yellow light.

Rich Pranaja stood tall. Both hands crossed in front of his chest. The power of the gods united flowed in his blood. He moved into both of his eyes. A moment later, it appeared that his eyes had turned into a dazzling sky-blue glow. This is the power of the God's Eye Grace which is very powerful legacy of Eyang Karangkobar.

Xialuai closed his eyes, then took a deep breath. With a single stomp his hand was pushed down, where Pranaja stood. A strip of golden yellow light shot rapidly towards Pranaja's body.

“Golden Shield Garuda Himalaya!”

Pranaja raised his eyes. A streak of silvery-white light shot out quickly from both of his eyes, welcoming the power of the Dalai Lama's legacy punch.

“Grace of the Eye of the Gods!”

A two-generation battle representing the power of the Tibetan holy land and the peak power of the archipelago ensued.

BLARR!! DUM!

“Aaarrgghhh!!”

A great bang was heard when the two martial powers clashed. The earth shook violently, the grasses withered in flames, and things flew in all directions. For a moment there was a commotion, soldiers from both sides were bouncing and injured. The force of their blows was visible at a distance of a hundred square meters. Screams of pain were heard everywhere.

“Adduh!”

“Aaakh”

Dust and smoke billowed high. Trees, boulders and even mounds, flat on the ground!

After that the atmosphere became quiet. People want to know what happens next. Their faces seemed to gasp in shock, seeing what was happening. As if I could not believe the sight before them.

The smoke began to disappear. Rich Pranaja stood, while Xialuai Khan stood before him. His body was drenched in blood, his eyes sharply staring at the young man before him. Pranaja opened the mask that covered his mouth and nose.

“K.kau ..who k..you young man?”

That was Xialuai's last words. Then his body fell to the ground, lifeless.

Brug!

Everyone was silent. No cheers of victory, nor cries of defeat were heard. Only the quiet and stuffy left. Leaving a quiet space in each other's hearts.

The landscape of the savanna is filled with blood and tears. Screams of pain and complaining sound piercing the ears. Leaving wounds in the hearts, minds and souls of the Mongolians. Tear up the sense of pride that has been strongly painted on the walls of the ego.

To renounce the truth of pseudo-patriotism that was built haphazardly. It results in the loss of the lives of the children of the nation in a deceptive and futile war.

***

Pranaja quickly hunted down the body of Xialuai Khan before Mongolian government soldiers evacuated him. He leaned the giant body more than two meters high over his shoulder. The government army immediately surrounded him.

“Do not trouble yourself agent 009,” said General Chenghiz, the Mongolian government warlord. “Let us take care of it.”

Pranaja smiled, then shook his head.

“But where will the traitor's body go?”

“I'll drive him myself to his palace.”

General Chenghiz immediately moved to block the path of Pranaja. A few muzzles of weapons followed towards the tall skinny young man's body. Pranaja.

“What do you mean Commander?” ask Pranaja. “Do you intend to block me?”

His eyes were sharp at General Chenghiz.

“Your deal with us is done. Your presence we no longer need. Please go back to your country,” Chenghiz said firmly.

“You have thought carefully about your words Commander?” greet Miracle from behind.

General Chenghiz was surprised. He immediately turned his body. Miracle's body floated lightly in the air. His thin clothes fluttered in the wind of the savanna. Even more surprising, the weapons belonging to his men are now directed at him.

“Ap..what are you doing?” ask Chenghiz.

He looked at the faces of his men one by one.

“They will not listen to your orders Commander. I am in control of them now,” Miracle said with a smile.

The Warlord's body trembled slightly. But he tried hard to overcome his nervousness. His face fixedly looked at Miracle, then turned to look at Pranaja.

“I will report your deeds to the British cosulate general,” he said.

“Then I will remove the brain from your head. So you can't think and remember us,” said Pranaja.

This time his body floated lightly while leaning on General Xialuai's giant body, approaching General Chenghiz.

“Hah? Uh.oh.”

This time he could no longer hide his fear. His body trembled violently and rested on the ground. His head bowed deeply, while his eyes closed.

“B..good. A. I will not report you. I would say Xialuai's body was crushed inside the belly of that mountain,” Chenghiz said as he pointed at Sayan mountain range.

But when he looked up he saw no one in the air, Only the astonished gazes of his men were standing around him.

“What are you doing Commander?” ask Colonel Bataar.

General Chenghiz was puzzled, Where did the two British secret agents go? His head was flipped back and forth, his eyes were scattered everywhere, but still he did not find any trace of the two strange humans.

***

News of General Xialuai Khan's death spread quickly. In the palace belonging to Xialuai deep in the bowels of the earth, the atmosphere of sadness was so felt. Everyone does not believe in his death. Moreover, he was defeated by a young man who had never been heard of by name.

“Who has dared to kill my father?”

The voice of someone emerged from the darkness of the palace princess room. Then he walked in a brighter direction. He met some of his father's soldiers who brought the news to him. A young girl, standing gallantly before them. His body was tall, densely packed. His steps are swift with shoulders that field, his face is clear like marble, his eyes look sharp show the soul of leadership.

“Name Pranaja, princess Xena,” said warrior leader.

She is Xenara, daughter of General Xialuai Khan. The only daughter of the Supreme Leader of the Mongolian Liberation Army walked towards Balairung. Sitting glued to the throne of the legacy of Emperor Genghiz Khan who had not been occupied by his father. He was determined to keep his throne until death.

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