SATRIO.
CH 98'S

As soon as his condition improved, Aswanta left the room following Mahesa who had joined Tirta against the maroz who kept urging him.

Three young men were immediately surrounded on the already irregular courtyard due to the effect of the fight. The number of maroz that grew from the black fog released by Biantara never subsided. One slashed one created.

"Teacher .. if I have to end up here, can I not turn to ashes like them? I want to be buried properly!" tirta miris.

"Nobody will bury your body, go to your own funeral if you die today" Aswanta growled as he thrust his short sword into the claw that almost touched his chest.

"I'm an orphan, Master. Shouldn't I go with my parents?"

"Your parents may still be saved, if not .. I think Pandji can adopt you as a child if you want .. Usually a good friend can be a good father," Aswanta replied. "Who knows you've inherited one of the beautiful girls!"

"You have motivated my life so much, Master!" timpal Tirta is ridiculous. His wave sword snatched at once two wolves that pounced from the side.

Without any fear, Tirta advanced towards the herd and attacked blindly. His sword groove controlled an area like water that was ready to drown anyone.

"Stay near me, Tirta!" screeched Mahesa with an annoyed expression. He also ended up pushing forward because he had to protect his friend with his protective shield.

Aswanta joined in and killed as many creatures as possible born from the shards of black fog that kept coming out of the mouth of Biantara.

Inside the living room of Tirta's house, Pandji twitched several times avoiding Dad's long dagger. He had not attacked at all for fear of injuring the bodies of two of his friends' loved ones who were fighting outside.

I can't keep jumping evasive like a squirrel, the longer I'm here the more dangerous it is for my friends, but ...!

Pandji decided to immediately end the fight when it was felt that the aura of life in front of him was gone, Tirta's father followed his wife who lost first by the power of a powerful maroz in his body.

Before their bodies decompose and turn into undead, at least Pandji wants to save the bodies of Tirta's parents in order to be buried properly.

Pandji's disappointment is clearly painted on his cold face, the intention of stalling a little time to get the right momentum makes the fainting of both parents Tirta actually ended fatally. The two men lost their lives at a critical moment.

With a wounded expression, Pandji flowed a certain amount of mana on his two twin swords. The penganten heritage incandescent according to the fire and ice elements in it.

"Asih .. I don't want you to burn two of my friends' parents, I want the body to remain intact and not ashes!" muttered Pandji.

KLANG!!! KLANG!!!

Pandji attacked with rage, his heartache on the two beings who were in the body in front of him was vaped with a crushing blow at various vital places.

Tirta's mother roared as Pandji poured enormous mana into her body, the creature that possessed her was distressed and broke away leaving the body that immediately fell thumping on the floor.

Pandji did not let the new maroz out of Mother Tirta's body go, his blue sword split the black demon in half and let it disappear swept away by the wind from the sword that was fending off Father Tirta's attack.

Pandji twirled the sword and jolted the powerful dagger that was fighting until it fell, slightly piercing the chest of Father Tirta with a blue sword until there was a frozen trace on the shirt at the tip of the sword. A large amount of mana flowed from Damar Jati into the body of Father Tirta, forcing the maroz inside to try to get out.

Tirta's father seemed to have two heads, one head was blaring, preparing to separate. Pandji was merciless as the head appeared next to Father Tirta's head, his sword pierced his muzzle until it penetrated backwards, leaving a short shrill and the sound of the body falling on the floor.

"I'm sorry Tirta" Pandji sighed with regret. "I'm a useless friend!"

Pandji hurried out, the voices of his three friends who were stirring up trouble as the endless black creature sounded stifling chest.

The handsome young man standing behind his companions observed the situation, his eyes fixated on Biantara who was busy making troops from the black smoke coming out of his mouth.

After coming up with an idea, Pandji cast a spell until black clouds gathered in space. In one flutter, a thunderstorm came crashing down like a torrential rain falling suddenly from the sky.

"Red driver Ganendra" cried Pandji mentioning the magic of his ancestral heritage.

The three young men who were busy fighting looked up at a glance as there was an extremely dazzling red lightning splitting the sky. They rushed out of the area filled with newborn demons from the mouth of Biantara.

The focus of Biantara who was forming the demon army was split. However, his consciousness was too late. He opened his eyes only to find his entire army being struck by red lightning and shattered into black smoke.

Biantara's eyes glared at Pandji who slashed his neck with two swords alternately. His head rolled staring at the body that was strangled due to the kick of the boy in the stomach.

Not yet had time to curse, the entire physical Biantara dried up because the black liquid melted seeped and disappeared into the earth. Before long, the sound of a small explosion rang out, Biantara's body was already shredded into the smallest part by Tirta's sword. So too with his head.

Tirta only stopped after there was nothing left of Biantara other than a pungent stench in the surrounding air.

The atmosphere returned to silence, silent in the grief of Tirta who finally shed tears seeing the rigid bodies of his parents in the living room.

"I'm sorry, Tirta! If only you hadn't joined the young warrior Ganendra .. maybe your parents would still be alive" Pandji said with a wounded expression. His eyes flashed dangerously, full of anger and vengeance .

Tirta just shook her head without a sound. There was no silly smile that was usually entrenched, there was only a pale face and wet with tears.

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