SATRIO.
CH 145S

A drop of blood flowing at the fingertips of Pandji's left hand, rubbed on the blue-pinked black sword blade until it reached the tip. Damar was burning brightly in the grasp of the young man who was still closing his eyes and casting magic spells from the ancient books he had learned some time ago.

The night suddenly received a momentary haunted blue light and the originally cold air became much colder until the sound of teeth grinding was clearly heard from the alliance troops who were in the hexagram.

Damar Jati embodied in front of Pandji with a cruel face like a devil, his eyes blackened perfectly like two dark alleys on his handsome face. "I've come to fulfill your call, Denmas Genendra!"

"What do you mean, Damar?" Pandji shuddered at Damar Jati's uncharacteristic heavy voice. It was even more astonishing that the heirloom spirit he was familiar with now possessed an extraordinarily black aura like a being from the realm of darkness.

"I rose up because of your blood, the best descendant of the knight Ganendra who was born on the darkest day in the time of the human world." Damar Jati plunged deeply before disappearing back into the sword.

"You! What are you gonna do, Damar?" Pandji opened his eyes watching the sword in his grasp turn as dark as night. The blue light that was normally on his blade was swallowed by the extremely dense dark aura.

"Let me serve you!" Damar Jati was heard only for a moment in Pandji's mind before the young man began to realize that the sword in his hand was flowing a powerful force through his grasp.

Pandji cursed in his heart at the witch woman who owned the ancient book that did not fully explain the black magic he had just cast. That Pandji's blood was used to awaken the dark power of his sword, the true power of Damar Jati that would fuse with his body. The other side of Damar Jati as a creature of darkness that Pandji never thought of in the least.

The veins in Pandji's hands begin to blacken as the demon Damar Jati enters his body. A pitch-black aura slowly seeps from Pandji's body without being contained, and as both of Pandji's eyes turn black as a whole.

The heirloom spirit within Pandji's body began to move his neck left and right. Bet his black sword a few times and also skipped around small like a person in a warm-up sport. Familiarize yourself with Pandji's body that begins to fuse with him.

Damar teak cleared his throat several times to try Pandji's voice which still sounded like a young man. The one hand that was not holding the sword rubbed his neck and made sure he could speak. "Ehm .. um, test .. test!"

Next Damar Jati flowed his sword with mana from the realm of darkness, making the sword roar with a shudder. Damar Jati looked cynically at Nergal and suddenly swung her sword towards the demon prince.

Instantly the sword in Damar's hand released a pitch-black energy that moved as fast as lightning struck.

Nergal who noticed the changing aura around him choking, he recognized the dark energy that was coming at him. Nergal's entire body sent out a danger signal until his head could no longer remember who possessed an aura similar to his.

BLARS!!!

The sword energy that passed through Nergal struck a portion of the demon army that was in the vicinity.

Nergal unsheathed his pitch-green sword and resisted Damar Jati's swift-waving after-attack at him.

The shockwave resulting from the encounter of the two weapons created a windstorm around the two fiercely fighting men. All eyes took a glance to glance at the fight that was the cause of the air in the area filled with pressure where darkness.

"You! Fucking dark creature! What are you doing, Damar?" Nergal cursed when he realized Pandji's eyes were completely black and the aura coming out of the young man's body began to recognize him.

"As you can see Nergal, I'm just doing my job!" Damar replied in a relaxed tone.

Nergal snorted hatefully, "I'm not wrong! So you hid your dark aura by becoming a good heirloom spirit in the human world, Damar?! I was almost fooled by you!" Nergal continued with a derogatory swearing, "You are truly the most disgusting traitorous demon!"

"I'm flattered you still know me after all these centuries have passed, Nergal! And this is where I've been all this time, and since you already know where I am .. I can't let you talk about this to anyone else! I have to silence your muzzle forever!" Damar Jati wears a charming smile but full of promises of death.

Nergal lunged with a huge slash that Damar Jati had matched with a dangerous counter-movement. "You dare threaten me, Damar?"

"I'm not going to just threaten, but more than that!" Damar Jati answered coldly with an increasingly fast swing of the sword.

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...Have a nice Sunday!...

...Kiss away - Al...