SATRIO.
CH 135S

A long arch in the middle of the night stopped all alliance activity. The sound that resembled the howling of the night dog was like a sign to the white alliance that the war was about to begin.

Those who were conversing or who were doing small exercises in rows were stunned with anxiety.

The weapon is instantly unsheathed and the heart is steadied with one determination, which is to fight to the death. Everyone began to pray inwardly for their respective salvation and good fortune, then they were all silent in vigilance waiting for the next cue.

"Is it time?" The sound of whispers was heard softly on a sudden gripping night.

Another whisper replied in a horrified tone, "It seems so, the air is colder and the dark aura hurts the skin greatly. I can't stop my hair sitting on my back standing up."

"Is there a chance of winning?"

"I do not know friends, even if there is .. The opportunity is not great and certainly not easy to achieve!"

One young man who had never joined the young warrior knight was still curious and kept whispering questioningly. "You think ... how many demons can that young man from the Abisatya family handle?"

"I don't know, but it's obviously a lot more than we can both do!"

"Isn't he too young? I mean how could he have two such rare heirlooms? I'm really jealous of him." The young man began to wander and wander.

"Are you spiteful for being here, for wanting to stand in front as the spearhead of the alliance army like Pandji did?" the annoyed grunt sounded a little louder than the previous sound.

"Oh if that's me not interested at all, I just want those two black swords!"

"Teacher wae, Dab! Trus ngimpio yo!" the young man who answered emotionally. "Before the sword of Abisatya's son can be taken, perhaps your head has been separated from your flattened body!"

"Is he that terrible? It looks pretty ordinary."

"We'll know the answer in a moment! And you should've kept your stupid questions!" The young man's furious reply finally ended the whispers in the young knight army.

In front of the alliance troops who were preparing neatly in formation, two alert figures were waiting for the seconds of battle with tense faces.

"I feel like I'm going to be swept away by the floodwaters" Mika murmured. He glanced towards Pandji who was focused on looking ahead. "Their aura is so strong!"

"Why are you so worried, Mika?"

"Do I look like that? I've been trying to calm down and hide it as best I can!" mika replied with a huff.

Mika cursed the young man who had no adab to talk beside her in his heart, as well as holding back the laughter due to a qualityless joke that was able to reduce her tension a little. "I'm not married if you forget!"

The magic dome of Nergal crackled along with the coldness that seeped out from the cracks. The temperature of the air falls to the freezing point quickly, suffocating the chest due to impaired blood circulation performance instantly.

An extremely dense killing aura permeated the air, intersecting with the energy that Pandji recognized as belonging to his ancestors. Energy for the Reward.

And finally, Nergal's black magic dome shattered into pieces, making the air around it sway violently and blow fiercely in all directions.

Pandji did not know to be happy or sad, his father and many of the great men had spent some of their energy to tear down Nergal's protective sheath.

It could be disastrous because they would not be able to fight to the fullest. However, if the black magic dome still stands .. Nergal is like a great opponent who is unreachable because of its very strong defensive fortifications.

Furthermore, the magic hexagram Pandji was raiding on the flaming ground, a yellow glow visible at a glance at the image of a stacked daud star that was more complicated than usual.

Pandji deliberately made it layered so that it has the power to many times protect the white people who are under his leadership.

Before the fight actually started, huge black clouds gathered in the sky quickly. The situation was suddenly silent as the sound of the night beast disappeared. The weather is getting worse as if there is going to be a major disaster.

"Red Driver Ganendra!" Pandji's voice resounded breaking the sunyinya of the night. The tone with high pressure because the internal energy flow is not less loud with a shrill from the commander of Nergal's forces who echoed the preparation of the war.

If you look, the difference in troops between the white alliance and the Nergal army is not balanced, the number of demons is far more than the white flow fighters.

Pandji believes even the greatest strategist in history will not find the right way to deal with the situation.

Although some preparations had already been made for the agreement and calculations of the older alliance members, but still losing a large amount could result in them being in a dangerous situation.

Pandji suggests an alliance to fight in a magic hexagram and not be lured out chasing an opponent. Only then could the fight possibly benefit the alliance more and reduce the most fatal risk in the battle.

The function of the hexagram itself in addition to covering the difference in numbers, the opponent will also not be able to provide a counterattack because the energy in the spinning hexagram is very large like a tornado. Ready to destroy low-level demons easily.

BLARS!!!

A huge flash of red color descended from behind the black clouds that were gathering in the sky. A sign that Ganendra's Red Lightning is at work following the spell the owner spoke.

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