SATRIO.
CH 133S

Towards the evening, groups from the city of Yogya and Solo began to arrive. They formed small groups on the ground and began internal discussions discussing the news that spread by word of mouth.

"It's unexpected that it's located here!"

"Said my son who fought in Abisatya's house, they have a bigger posture than we do."

"May the inheritance of the ancestral heritage and the pride of this chivalry not be a shame!"

Pandji ignored the many sounds his hearing caught. He is still waiting for the arrival of his family, precisely his father who has reported will come along with several people choose a match from the famous knight.

"How long will my father be here, Mum?"

"I don't know, Mika. I picked up some friends first. But maybe everything will happen at the peak of the night" replied Pandji slowly.

The simple preparations that Pandji made were finished, he just needed his father's energy to ignite the hexagram. At least half a part.

His huge hexagram would deplete mana magic if forced, and facing Nergal required a lot of strength. Pandji did not want to risk dying at the hands of the devil at the age of seven.

"What do I do, buddy?"

"Leading the knight."

"Why should I do that?"

"Your ability is just to talk and burn people's emotions" Pandji replied flatly.

Furthermore, Pandji did not interfere in the debate between Mahesa and Tirta about the sentence that Aswanta must say when igniting the spirit of war.

It sounds like it is in the movies, but Pandji remains silent not to give a response.

In his silence, Pandji works to observe the dome of darkness in front of him which every second is increasingly concentrated. His inner eyes pierced inward to steal look at the situation.

Hundreds of people stood in the outer dome that was located closest to where Pandji and his team stood.

They are villagers whose bodies are strong so that they can be used as hosts for Nergal's forces. The main force that will be made the leading pawn and grounded first to face the invasion of Pandji and his father's white alliance.

Behind them, about two hundred meters away were thousands of various black creatures standing upright in a standby position. Nergal's true army was led by several commanders with large horns and wings. They were also just waiting for the cue from Nergal to move.

In the body of Dirga son of Mas Gun, Nergal stands between his two great armies along with seven psychics dressed in black.

"Your Majesty .. do you seriously want to intervene alone to face the boy who was born on that doomsday?" One of the commanders came to report the situation they were facing and the readiness of the human troops and the demon army he led.

“Do we still need to wait? Wouldn't if we moved now the chances of winning would be greater in your favor, Your Majesty?" asked Commander Nergal to lower his head.

"You're wrong! We have to wait for everyone to come. The more humans the better, the more knights the lighter our work will be in the future."

"I'm sorry .. I still don't understand, Your Majesty!" The commander of Nergal's forces awaits an explanation from the main leader of the demon clan.

Not directly answering and giving an explanation of his plan, Nergal dissolved in his own mind.

Nergal actually agreed, the fewer opponents the easier it was to finish off. It was just that the time given to him to complete the mission, making Nergal have another consideration.

Before the ancient book opens for the second time and is studied by the woman with the blood of a witch, before all the spells in the book are mastered by the boy in the prophecy, Nergal must have mastered an heirloom treasure that is very valuable to himself and his clan. The book cannot be in the hands of men any longer.

Although the first prince of the demons had to choose a big risk in the war this time.

Nergal's ambition to take over a better body for his troops, his plan to make the knights who supported the boy in the prophecy, the, his desire to gain control of the allied knights helped to fight against his demon army, so another reason why Nergal had to wait for all the humans to come.

Nergal did not need to hunt to the corners of the village and wasted more time forming his human army. Open war as it is now is his golden opportunity. And those who come will not be given a chance to go home.

Imagining the number of magical people who would become his subordinates, Nergal grinned happily.

"You don't need to understand anything, but rest assured that we're going to have a big harvest tonight. Your human army will be many times more and more powerful because it is in a special container later, the body of the knight. It's no longer like the villagers who are up ahead!" Nergal spoke sarcasm while staring at the line of submissive humans under his command.

The commander-in-chief nodded in agreement, "As per your orders, Your Majesty!"

"Because I also want to drink something very special ...," murmured Prince Nergal to himself. "This thirst is getting unbearable, the smell of extended blood is really tickling my smell."

Nergal looked up at the night sky and laughed out loud, sniffing the sweet air and gazing madly out of the dome where the child in the prophecy stood with an annoying expression.

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...Happy fasting, friends!...

...Sorry in the future SP will be slow to update because Al must be imprisoned during Ramadan....

...Greetings healthy and do not forget about the night!...

...Kiss away ~ Al...