
A fierce battle broke out between ten elite troops of Bunge Village against Mopol Ngeros and Ngeres Beaq on the eve of the red eclipse.
It is not easy to quell the two selaq. In fact, the power of the two selaq is beyond reason.
The Selaq-Selaq attacked with a movement through space and time. Suddenly appeared and disappeared at will. Then attack again from the zero point alert the opponents.
Troops fluttered weapons in all directions, protecting themselves from the unusual onslaught. Similar to farmers who are attacked by swarms of bees from all directions.
Slashing left, right, front behind, but all that was torn apart was a vacuum.
“Jerit-jerit jire mancan jaye, raje mandek ingsun Sang Hyang Kuase ..”
One of the elite troops cast the spell ‘Tiger’ Scream. His temple was heard among the low boisterous screeches, lunge, and other troop drives.
Mopol Ngeros and Ngeres Beaq were silent. Unexpectedly, suddenly in a tiger cage.
In front of them, stood the king of the savage forest, with a shrinking gaze of guts.
“What happened?” Neres Beaq implies panic. His eyes widened to see the tiger getting closer.
There was an outside force controlling his body. He did not want to step, but strangely, his feet just kept walking closer to the tiger who was ready to pounce.
“What is this?” pekik, Mopol Ngeros who also experienced a similar incident. Selaq who only carries the head and stomach contents thrashed.
“Quiet, it's just an illusion,” screeches Tereng Flower.
“What kind of illusion is this, it feels like real, half of my stomach issues have been eaten!” Mopol Ngeros panic not play. Turn of his neck and head ready to eat Tiger.
“Ahhh!It's real!” screeched Geres Beaq, repeatedly screaming in pain, as his body was chewed by fangs and teeth as sharp as knives.
“Bet!”
“Bet!”
Geres Beaq and Mopol Ngeros felt his body being pulled out of the tiger's mouth. In a state of extreme pain, they heard the sound of Tereng Flower ordering close their eyes.
“Close your eyes!”
The two Selaqs followed the orders of the Patih. It turned out that from earlier, they unconsciously continued to look into the eyes of the elite troops.
“Thank God the intestine is still there,” said Mopol Ngeros after successfully escaping the terrible illusion.
Infuriated by the science of illusion, Ngeres Beaq transforms his body into a large tall dog.
While Mopol Ngeros netted an elite army with a long decomposed intestine.
Realizing the danger, the troops jumped here and there. Unfortunately, the three elite troops netted those disgusting intestines.
Fast as lightning the dog jumped, pounced, and tore at the stomachs of the three captured soldiers!
“Aaarrghhh!” Screaming in pain as the blood poured out.
“If you can only play illusions, know that this pain is real. Your blood will be offered to the god, the lord of the dead, before the universe has light!”
Ngeres Beaq has returned to existence. The figure with red light on the forehead took a position just above the heads of the three corpses.
Meanwhile, the seven retreating elite troops set the pace, waiting for what was next to happen.
“Puf.... who felt most religious,” grumbled Mopol Ngeros, seeing his partner about to start the ritual.
“Be quiet, lost creature. One day you will also make an offering for my perfection,” said Ngeres Beaq
Ngeres Beaq's index and middle fingers drew blood still flowing from one of the corpses. Then write a sentence of mantra on the left hand.
“By the way of the great life, the Religion of Boro. To the god of the absolute ruler of God Belate, accept the offering of three beautiful human children, for the sake of the presence of unlimited power!”
Black clouds suddenly moved. Covering the sky until the earth is locked in darkness.
“It won't be easy,” Baloq Darwire rise hard. He knew what would happen to the ritual.
“What should we do?” timpal led the Elite.
“Gather as many twigs, soon!” his orders.
Then eight elite troops gathered twigs. After that, bring him before Baloq Darwire.
“I need time to do Tumban science preparation,”
“We protect you!” leadership of elite forces.
By sticking twigs in the four corners of the cattle pen, thieves will be trapped in the illusion of twigs resembling the owner of the livestock.
Most thieves avoid the science of Tumban. For even if it is a twig, it cannot be defeated or killed.
Thieves cannot escape either. Each will run, Tumban will pull it again to the position of the twig plugged. And so on until morning comes.
Tumban level or level of science up to seven levels. At the highest level, Tumban is only controlled by sages or saints.
Back to the battle ...
Rancid and foul smells gushed from all directions. Four troops immediately vomited after their stomachs seemed to be stirred.
From the undergrowth appeared hundreds of body figures with flesh that had rotted away. Caterpillars and maggots creep in and out of their eyes, ears, and mouth.
They rose from the grave of Bunge Village.
“Come rule yourself!” The leader reminded the troops who were starting to lose their guard.
Before reaching Baloq Darwire's position eight elite troops leapt forward. Slashing and dispelling the undead with all his might. Unfortunately their persistent efforts are free.
The corpses possessed by demonic power could still move, even if the head, hands, feet and other parts, were released until they were chopped into swords.
Realizing the battle was unbalanced, the army chief retreated seven steps. Then his eyes closed and cast a spell. His lips twitched.
“Alle humme temperature geni!” neatly with a soft voice at the tip of the tongue.
“Jin mare jin mate, devil mare demon mate!”
At this temple, the heads, feet, hands of the living dead suddenly burned. Geni science or fire science devoured some of the bodies into ashes.
“It turns out this science still exists,”
Geres Beaq was furious to see his army of corpses burning. But he could not hide his astonished feelings on that mighty young man of knowledge.
“Do not use this knowledge, yes. Turns out you're here. It's fair that the identity of the elite forces are all kept a secret,”
Mopol Ngeros, suddenly whistled. But it's no ordinary whistle. His voice shrieked loudly until it hit the eardrum.
What a terrible whistle of death, seven troops lay with their hands closed their ears with all their might.
But the team leader was desperate to survive, cross-legged in the original place. Even if the result of the whistling was from behind the cover of the face, blood flowed in his ears.
He had to stay concentrated to keep the fire science protecting the Village Chief.
“Quite nak,”
Baloq Darwire has finished preparations. The wooden branch has been stuck in the designated place. While the whistle of Mopol Ngeros did not affect him at all.
Team leader, oleng then collapsed. The rest of his energy was spent protecting the Village Chief.
“Tumban,” says Selaq Bunge.
“Iya. Are you scared?” ask Baloq Darwire.
Selaq Bunge smiled sinisterly. “Kids toys,”
“If that is the case, let's get it over with immediately,"
“Darwire, are you still unconscious? Look only against my two members, all the elite troops you are proud of are down. How are you gonna beat us with Tumban?”
Baloq Darwire was silent. Empty look. What Selaq Bunge said was entirely true.
Let alone fighting against Selaq Bunge, fighting Mopol Ngeros and Ngeres Beaq alone was so difficult.
Not to mention, if Kembang Tereng shows knowledge that is certainly greater than the two castes of Selaq below it.
“Darwire, the Tumban that you master is only level three, while I have managed to open the fifth gate, what can you do?”
Baloq Darwire was silent. The sling was indeed prepared not to defeat the Selaqs. But to buy time, before the villagers go to evacuate.
As the ruler of Tumban level three, Baloq Darwire can order one of Tumban go to the village and ask the residents to evacuate.
“So this is just to buy time,” he said in his heart.
Neres Beaq is getting upset. The living corpse was ordered to attack the old man.
Tumban-Tumban Baloq Darwire whose number is hundreds do not stay still. They jumped and lunged, corpses that attacked brutally!