SATRIO.
CH 97'S

A body figure appeared before Pandji, very familiar. His dark aura was much more concentrated than the last time Pandji met, the transverse scar on his face being characteristic.

"Good night, little boy ..." greet the young man who suddenly stood in front of Pandji and his friends.

Tirta with a panicked look immediately voiced her thoughts, "Where is my family?"

The only element of life that Pandji feels is in that place belongs to his friends, while inside the house. "Tirta .. calm down!"

Thin smoke came out from under the door, spreading a foul scent that hurt the human sense of smell.

Tirta stared at the stagnant, intense darkness seeping out from within her house. Her heart melted imagining what was unwanted had happened to her parents.

Tirta's hand stalled at the door handle and tried to forcefully open it, banging hard and shouting two names that stuck in her mind.

"Dad ... Mother!"

Silent, there was no sound from inside the house other than a strange growling sound like an animal waiting for its prey.

Tirta retreated slightly and pulled out the sword from its scabbard, "Get rid of all!"

BRAK!!!

Tirta swung the sword at the locked door, then pieces of wood with various shapes scattered around. "Dad ... Mother!"

There was no reply, the quiet night was broken by the sound of laughter from the young man with a cross-section of wounds on his face. "It's funny your friend Pandji!"

"You owe me a lot, Bian! What you took from me you'll have to pay double your life!" pandji said coldly. His molar let out a rustling sound holding back the overflowing anger instantly.

"You took my family, Pandji! I'm just demanding Gentala's death. Do you feel the pain of losing your old friend?" taunted Bian with a cynical grin.

"You!" Tirta took the position of going to attack although it was still unclear what happened to his parents.

"That's not so much, Pandji .. because you have to take out the parents who are waiting for their children in the house if you don't want to be a disaster for your other friends' families!" The voice of Biantara came out with a triumphant laughter.

WHOOS!!!

A violent wind rushed out from inside the house, smashing into the broken-headed door and flying the remaining debris that was on the floor into the air.

Aswanta and Mahesa evaded retreat instantly, while Pandji froze the surrounding air. Tirta staggered, curiosity made her quickly enter the house and turn on her living room lights.

Tirta was stunned, both her parents staring with a wildly threatening look. His fur melted slightly as he raised his head and howled long. "Dad? Mommy?"

Aswanta and Mahesa entered the house and could not cover the dumbfounded look.

"Your parents .. didn't make it, Tirta!" mahesa lirih.

"Teacher ...really?" tirta asked with a trembling voice.

Aswanta looked at the two friends' parents and said quietly to Tirta, "It seems Mahesa was right, but ...!"

Tirta roared furiously, his longsword swinging creating a sharp air that ravaged the contents of the living room. Tirta came out with a sword drawn at Biantara, "I won't let you live any longer!"

Pandji did not respond with a remark, he pulled out two swords and grasped them tightly. "Retreat, Tirta!"

Tirta swung his sword with full force towards Biantara's neck, slashing the empty spot several times with great emotion.

"Tyrs! Back now!" snapped Pandji.

Biantara grinned before howling long, letting out a black mist from his mouth to form a cloud cloud.

With a flick of a hand, the black cloud above Bian's head broke into smaller clumps.

Before long, all of the blobs manifested themselves into the figure of a huge wolf standing upright on both feet. Line up neatly in front of Bian as a living barricade ready for battle.

Tirta stared hatefully at the herd of creatures that started to noise with long howls, his sword swinging brutally at the maroz closest to him.

"Mas Pandji .. I cannot kill my parents even though they cannot be saved, I beg you to free their souls! Let me face Biantara and his men!"

Pandji caught a glimpse of Tirta before going inside the already messy house like it had just been hit by a storm.

Tirta's father is not an ordinary person, other than the strength of the maroz who took over his body, he is a person who has the talent of swords like his son.

However, the life element present on the middle-aged body was already very thin and almost gone. So did his mother. Pandji suspects that he can save his best friend's parents.

Mahesa protected Aswanta with her yellow shield, the two of them were fighting fiercely against the two old men of Tirta.

The torn wound on Aswanta's arm gaped after Tirta's father managed to destroy Mahesa's protector and slap a long dagger on the two youths who confronted him to get out of the room.

Pandji cuts off the attack of the middle-aged man who is chasing Mahesa with a dagger full of blood.

TRANGS!!! TRANGS!!!

The massive energy clash of the two weapons created a wind that knocked down the ceiling of the living room of Tirta's house.

"Ups ...I'm sorry Tirta, I hope you have money for the renovation of the house after all this is done" Pandji cried with a regretful expression.

"Save my parents, Mas Pandji! I don't care if my house has to collapse even once!" Tirta's voice from outside the house sounded loudly in Pandji and Aswanta's ears.

"Do you need help, buddy?" aswanta asked grimacingly to endure the pain.

Pandji shook his head lightly, his hand picked up something from his shirt bag and flicked a small object towards Aswanta, "The swallow is now, it's a potion from mother."

"Capsules?" muttered Aswanta raised one eyebrow at Pandji and observed the small object he had just caught.

"Isn't that progress? Do you expect me to carry bottles of potion everywhere like a tub of potion around?" ask Pandji gomass.

"I like your style, buddy!" aswanta exclaimed as he threw the capsule into the air and caught it using his open mouth, set his breath and swallowed it slowly.

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