SATRIO.
CH 120S

Pandji stared at the Asih Jati sister woman who used Mika's body to recite important points from her purported ancient magic book.

"Before you continue about the power of blood sword magic, does this have anything to do with Asih Jati?" ask Pandji.

"The blood sword is an heirloom that one of the knights used in the past century, it belongs to the legend of the most terrifying sword due to the blood magic that followed it." Mika's voice was soft, her eyes were not focused on looking at Pandji. But looking at the past that does not seem easy to pass.

"You didn't answer my question" Pandji's circus was disrespectful. "Honestly, I'm very curious!"

"The "heritage heirloom is two of the seven magic heirlooms forged with the power of blood magic. In the course of your heirloom it has undergone several changes of form to disguise its existence!" Mika exhaled heavily while explaining some of the events in the past.

"God ... So I'm not the only one who has changed Damar Asih from a form of kris to a sword?" pandji asked with an expression of disbelief.

Mika only smiled faintly, her hand pointing at the two kris with a number of seventeen. "This is the heirloom of the first bride, this is Damar and this is Asih! That was their shape at first.

" … " Pandji was seriously staring and observing the curves of a lucky heirloom that was not at all similar to Damar Asih who was rejected while still in the form of a keris.

"Although they are two opposing elements, they are forged on the spot and by the same person. The iron pande who is also a mountain hermit. He used the eternal flame of Merapen to form all his magic heirlooms, "the woman in Mika's body is more detailed.

"Where's the place?"

"Grobogan, Ma!"

Pandji sharpened his eyes, astonished that the woman in front of him told him the history of his inheritance. "I suspect you're related to that maid's heirloom!"

"Damar Asih is the last two heirlooms made by the Empu, the other five I do not know of its existence, maybe they do not want to be found. Moksa."

"How is that possible?"

"Or hidden?" ask Pandji quickly.

"It may be so, but if someone were to hide it there must be news or an aura reading in the air regarding their existence."

"Except the mandraguna magician who deliberately cover so that the aura does not come out and lure the angkara. So the struggle because of the luck," said Pandji slowly. His father was one of the people who kept the magic heirloom well. Hiding its existence with a special protective dome extends and turns it in a new shape.

"Good Den Al has done it!"

"What does this have to do with me? I was confused by the complicated history of the heirloom that now belongs to me. Do you intend to take it?" Pandji scratched his un-itchy head, feeling impatient with the history of the seven magic heirlooms that did not catch his attention.

"Your blood will awaken the power of a pair of heralded magic heirlooms. Mas Pandji will have the ability to summon five other magic heirlooms with that power, nor will he be invincible as a knight.

"So the demon lord also has an obsession to master the seven heirlooms?"

"Yes, not only because of its power but the seven magic heirlooms are the key to opening the door that shuts the Empu in the realm of darkness. Prison under the world."

"For what does the demon lord hold an iron pande in his realm?" Pandji tapped his finger on the image of seven heirlooms in the ancient book.

"To obtain the seven magic heirlooms, for thus he would be the only enemy of man that could not be destroyed!"

After a moment of silence, Pandji made a heavy voice. "Why do I feel my birth is being used? Doesn't that sound like Damar and Asih's unfinished mission in his world? Freeing the Empu by handing over the seven magical treasures and my body to the demon lord?"

Two eyes stared at each other sharply without anyone willing to budge. The curious and suspicious Pandji looked into his impatient eyes with the annoying attitude of the most annoying young man in front of him.

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