SELAQ
Episode "Souls of the Throne" (36)

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A mysterious group of troops moved quickly. Entering a house at the western end of the village. Their feet lightly tracing the earth. Without a loud noise.

Movement frisky. Their legs are like they have eyes that can see in the dark. Even though nature is locked. They are not ordinary people!

The house they entered belonged to the leader of the elite force: Tambing Muter.

“There is a group of troops eyeing you,” whispered the leader of the group.

The Mutant Goat was still lying weak. His physique had yet to recover after fighting against Selaq Bunge while protecting Baloq Darwire.

“Contact with us,” added team leader.

No response from Tambing Muter. He only glanced for a moment and found a number of troops wearing veils or face coverings. Then closed his eyes again.

One of the troops squatted. Provides his back to carry the Mutant Goat.

The movement of the group was very fast. They then left after putting out the oil lamp next to the bed.

“Where are we going?” lirih Tambing Muter's.

The man carrying her turned his face away while continuing to run in the darkness. Seen by him the Goat Head of the Muter shook on his shoulders. The figure urung reply because the protective elite forces of the Village Chief fainted on his back.

“The condition has not recovered properly,” said one of those guarding from the right side.

He then drew his sword. Followed by other mysterious forces that stand guard in front, left side, right side, and back. While continuing to run, they unceasingly turned their heads to all directions. Be alert!

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Meanwhile, a group of mysterious troops return to the house of Tambing Muter. Their hands clasped sharp unsheathed weapons.

“Search to all corners!” command of the army leadership.

So soon, dozens of troops leapt to all corners of the house. Look behind the house, up to the ceiling, up to the roof.

“They just escaped!” said someone, thrusting the Oil Lamp in his hand.

The team leader was fingering the light axis. It feels like it is still warm. “Hmm, we lose fast. His fellow elite troops had come first to save him,”

“Means someone leaked this plan?” ask the others.

“I'm not surprised this plan leaked to the elite forces. After all the elite troops are the best soldiers of all divisions,” muttered the leader of that army. “They consist of the number one soldier in Teliksandi division, Krame Village, Warrior Village Defense, and outstanding student of Bunge college,”

“Then how now, I fear the leader of the revolution is disappointed,” said one of the mysterious troop figures.

“The leaders of the revolution are already anticipating this failure. We are only asked to try to catch Tambing Muter alive or dead, even though he knows capturing it will not be easy,” said the mysterious army leader. “The leader of the revolution has prepared another plan if we fail to catch him,”

The leader of the group opened the room window and glanced far outside.

“Tambing Muter must have been taken to run outside the village. The elite forces already felt this revolutionary movement was unstoppable. There is no safe place for Darwire's accomplices other than to run away like dogs out of the village,”

“Then how now?”

“Back to the command headquarters of the revolution,” said the leader of the mysterious forces.

“Good!” answer them compactly.

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Jumindri has not been conscious for a week. He was still lying on the stage of Bunge College.

Jumindri has not been brought before Baloq Darwire. Bunge Village Chief was no better in his condition. Even though the internal injuries he suffered had been treated by Village Chief Daun Kertaji. His physique is still very weak.

His old age made him take longer to recover. The wounds were still wet and his bones were broken at many points.

Supreme Master Raden Aryadi ordered the college students to keep the girl in turn. This is because many residents are vengeful after knowing his house was damaged by Jumindri. Not to mention the casualties of relatives to parents due to the savagery of the manifestation of the monster.

That night, it was Blokpentes' turn and Bolo got the guard duty.

“Ohamm!” Blokpentes vaporize wide. His hands rubbed his two itchy eyes. “Any, my eyes are actually sleepy but it's hard to fall asleep. Air feels hot,”

Bolo who was sitting beside Blokpentes replied with a snore. “Groook!!”

“Very quickly,” blokpentes. Though he just interrupted the chat by chewing a piece of boiled sweet potato. But Bolo's been to dreamland.

“Lo ... Bolo ... Bolo!”

Blokpentes shook his best friend's shoulder. Effortless. Bolo's snoring is getting louder.

“Groook! Groook!”

Blokpentes hastily stuffed his ears. The sound of snoring was like punching an ear drum.

“Sial!” mean it. He grumbled cobbled, “Why is there a man this bad as his snoring?”

Blokpentes. Still with two index fingers gagging the ears. After circling around the house he got an idea.

“Srek-srek!”

Pulling his leg, Bolo's body was dragged off the stage.

“It's so heavy,” his grunt then scratching his head that does not itch. Blokpentes take a short break to restore drained energy.

After his strength recovered, he again dragged him out.

But when going down the stairs, Blokpentes' body shakes. His feet were stuck in the stairs. No doubt his body slammed and fell.

Bolo's body is worse. The round-bodied young man not only slammed from the stairs, but also rolled like a bottle.

“Bruuukkk ... Pletaaak!”

Bolo's head hit a big rock. The young man woke up and felt his head dizzy. Blokpentes hurriedly got up.

“Ssss ... sss .. calm down handsome young man. Go sleep. The sound, the sound,” he said, patting Bolo's thigh to sleep.

“My head hurts,” Ringis Bolo while stroking the lump on his head.

“Oh, it's just a mosquito. Sleep handsome young man, sleep soundly,”

“But how big is it?” muttered Bolo half-conscious.

“Oh it. Anu, that mosquito thug biting. So it's kind of big. But I chased him into the woods. Sleep, I will take care of you this time,” said Blokpentes nervously.

Sure enough, after stroking the bumps on his head, Bolo fell asleep again. “Ohamm... Zzzzz...”.

Blokpentes smiled happily. Slowly he laid Bolo's head on the ground. After that he took the hoe.

“Muhehe..” Blokpentes smiled to himself. He wanted to teach his friend a lesson by burying him. “Let's kapok!” gerrutu annoyed.

“Fyuh!” he wiped off the sweat after he finished covering Bolo's body with a board.

The Bunge college student smiled again. Imagining the next day, Supreme Master Raden Aryadi and other students, tried Bolo because he was negligent in carrying out the task.

“Sreek!”

Blokpentes just threw the last earth over Bolo's grave. But Bolo's snoring still sounded loud.

“At least I know he's alive,” murmured and then chuckled.

He returned to the stage house. Throwing his ass in front of the door. From that place the snoring of Bolo is still also heard.

“Layak nicknamed the God of Snoring,” murmured.

His hand grabbed the jug filled with water and gulped it down. After that pluck the remaining boiled yam pieces.

He noticed Jumindri lying on the couch. His position had not changed in the least since he was placed in that place seven days ago. Supreme Master Raden Aryadi put iron bars around the cots. Just in case Jumindri turns into a monster and is hard to control.

“You must be lonely,” clean.

It was while contemplating alone that, suddenly from the direction of darkness a group of people came. They walked hurriedly with tense hunting breaths.

Blokpentes snatched the torch and jumped down. Standing in the hallway. His eyes were watching who was coming.

“Where is that demon?!” call the leader of the group. An old man. The rest are young. They came with sharp weapons.

“Devil?” Blokpentes stared in confusion. “It looks like you guys are going the wrong way. This is Bunge college. I mean if you're looking for the devil, I think he lives in hell,”

“Do not pretend to be stupid. We mean the devil's incarnate daughter!” a young man among them.

“Oh, Jumindri,” Blokpentes nodded in understanding the direction of the conversation of the confused people who came with the breath of hunting.

“If your teacher doesn't dare kill that demon, let us do it!” yell at the other.

“Mumpung he's still human-shaped. If one day it returns to its demonic form, we will not be able to do anything and this village will be destroyed again!” said the other.

“You who?” ask the oldest.

“I, Blokpentes uncle,”

“Blokpentes?” the man repeated the answer he heard. Like trying to make sure what you hear is not wrong. “Means you're the young man who was touted to defeat that monster huh?”

Blokpentes did not answer. He only smiled under the torchlight he held tightly.

“It's great that I can meet you son. Turns out this is our village hero,” he said proudly to his other friends.

“But another word he's not a hero. Just happened to win because the monster was exhausted after a rampage!” the other sahut.

“I heard the story that he had lied to one college,” said another. “When he first came to this college he introduced himself with the name Jayengrana whereas his real name was Blokpentes,”

Blokpentes is still silent. He was confused where to start answering. Those people were busy with their own thoughts and did not give him the slightest chance of defending himself.

“But I'm sure this kid is great," said the old man. He was a little annoyed to support him. “However it was he who knocked down the monster,"

“What a great uncle, if only against exhausted monsters I can too!" tepis another young man.

“I also heard he was protecting Jumindri from his friends who wanted to finish him off,” another timpal again. "But tonight we must succeed in killing that demon!"

The look on the young man's face was challenging. Not one shudder at Blokpentes. He believes the Blokpentes victory is just luck.

Blokpentes crossed his arms in front of his chest. Eyes closed.

“What does it do?” ask someone to watch the Blokpentes.

No one answered, Blokpentes opened his eyes. But the look on his face turned tense with a sweaty forehead.

“What's the son?” ask the old man.

Blokpentes did not answer. He looked more nervous.

“Tell me what happened, why do you look tense?” add the old man.

“Allah, at most just scaring so we don't kill the devil!” a young man dismissed the tension due to the change in the look of Blokpentes' face.

“Ber says you guys. I think now is the time to kill the boy,” Blokpentes said.

A group of people were looking at. They don't understand what's going on. Nor do you know what makes Blokpentes tense.

“Tell us what we don't know. Why does your face panic to the point of sweating like that?” said the old man.

“Before you guys came, I just fought against that monster. You may not believe it but I will not force it,” Blokpentes replied.

“Then?” ask the others.

“Where is the evidence you fought him?” another timpal.

“Of course I have the magic and there was a death fight between the two of us. Then with the ultimate science of Earth dusting, the monster I pulled into the bowels of the earth!” blokpentes said with a serious face.

“Omong empty!” said one young man. “Which way there might be a human being can enter into the earth!”

“Again, I'm not forcing you to believe. But the situation right now is really dangerous. And I really need your help!”

“You mean?” ask another one.

“When I fought earlier, Jumindri was still human. But just through the hearing of my extremely sharp inner eyes, that boy had turned inside the ground into a monster!”

Their faces turned tense. Unimaginable story of the monster rampage, a moment more will happen before their eyes. Some of them were shaking. There was also a pee in her pants.

“I can't believe it. At least your shit!” said the young man who had always refused to be afraid. Even now the look of his face began to look lines of tension.

“Good!” blokpentes said, then pulled the young man's hand.

“Make what?” the young man brushed Blokpentes' hand away with a nervous expression.

“Help me against that monster!” the Blokpentes said.

He pulled the young man's arm into the courtyard. Followed by others timidly. But the young man was apparently quite brave. Even though his heart was about to erupt pounding in the chest.

“Groookk.... Groookk!!!”

The young man's ears were stuck to the ground. He heard the voice coming from the bowels of the earth. His blood was sucked into the crown. His face was pale, his hands and feet cold.

Then it shot out like an arrow coming out of its bow. “Monster!!!! Save yourself!!!!” his screeches.

In the night. Under the light of the stars. Those people were scattering to save themselves with a fear that was cutting down on guts!

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