The Angkara Murka

The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi the Seventeenth Chapter


There Sarti finally saw it. Seen behind the trees with shrubs, almost darting between the morning mist. A human figure in tattered clothes showed himself.


"Please, you'll leave immediately. I'm not gonna interfere in any of your business. Who you are, what your interests are, is none of my business" said the man. "Tonight the creature in my body was draining my energy. Enough of the fighting I had. Now that he saw you, he again wanted to force his way out. Instinctively, he understood when adjacent to a swordsman, a hero who has the science of kanuragan. Sometimes he could not tell which friend was the opponent. So, let's just say we never met and immediately go," continued the figure at length.


Hundreds of years of experience makes Sarti easy to understand various situations. Although initially confused, he then sniffed the scent of a demon inside the body of this mysterious man.


"I would have asked you to leave, and I didn't have to avoid you. But I certainly can't do it. You have already blocked my way," said Sarti behind his mask cynically.


The man shook his head in frustration, "Executor, please understand. I'm Anggalarang. In my body there is a kind of animal-styled creature that always forces out when hoping with supernatural powers and canuraan science, especially those that he considers dangerous and disturbing. I also realized that you were one of the warriors with the magic, who I met in the middle of the forest and wore a mask like this and who I did not want to know. There are too many people and magical creatures that I have met all my life with this demon in me. So please, I have honestly explained who I am. Can we go to each other's destinations?"


Sarti smiled wider behind his mask, "Then let's see what's inside you" she said defiantly. At that time Sarti moved quickly and hit the chest of Anggalarang with less than a quarter of his strength.


Anggalarang pushed back to the back and fell between the skinny tree trunk and weeds. He woke up and held his chest. He vomited blood. Not because of the result of Sarti's quick punch, but it was the creature inside his body that reacted to this surprise attack.


 "I know who you are, Maung," muttered Sarti.


Anggalarang stretched and held a scream. His skin seemed torn while white feathers broke through the pores of his skin. His bones crumbled softly as his hands extended and his muscles strengthened from his body. His heart pumps blood to his brain and the rest of his body so quickly.


"Loong maung!" Anggalarang again turned into a white tiger creature so-genesis. His long black nails and fangs sticking out of his mouth were ready to tear at the enemy's body, as had previously been done to the immune Obong residents, a few minutes ago.


So, the battle is no longer inevitable.


Sarti was injured in some parts because of the claws of the Maung, as well as Anggalarang who was socked by Sarti.


Both have battle instincts. They are equally able to recognize people who have the science of kanuragan and occult science. Sarti forged his life, while Anggalarang is informed by the creatures in his body. But this fight is more because of the soul of the fighter Sarti. He heard that the figure of a white tiger demon that is said to often appear in the western part of the island of Java finally appeared in front of him. Maung is known for his thirst to kill sadistically many people, from businessmen to mafia groups. Exactly the same as what he did. It feels necessary to try out the abilities of this person.


 While animal creatures in the body Anggalarang react to anyone who wants to hurt his ovaries, or because these people have a science of canuragan whose aura is smelled. Sometimes Anggalarang managed to relieve the monster, sometimes he could not do much, sometimes deep in his mind actually both of them agreed to do an action. Just like the incident when he and the Maung killed the group of Bajra Wisesa, Gugum, Enjang and Dana where the Maung reacted to the pain, trauma and revenge of the people of Anggalarang. So, the incident of the collapse was not entirely the savage of Maung.


The Maung jumped up and twitched nimbly. His half-human and half-animal body turned out to make him five times smarter and five times more agile than tigers and humans at once. Sarti felt the same way. He himself is a killing machine that learns all the ways and absorbs all the efforts to finish off the opponent, no matter what kind of enemy it is. However, facing the Maung turned out to make him sad anyway. In his heart, deep down there, provoking the emotions of the creature within the young man's body was his short-sighted instinct. With overflowing emotions, a person will show his true self. Sarti very often uses this to see a person's identity, from there the assessment and judgment begins.


These two creatures attack each other with a speed that is difficult to reason. They seem to both manipulate gravity so that their bodies incantate without a meaningful pull from the mother Earth.


Sarti and Anggalarang the Maung fell silent.


They stared and only the sighing sounds of human breath and white tigers could be heard. Their instincts collide. They suddenly felt the same way, and they knew it. In the dream that haunted the two, they saw a bluish light that shone among tens or even hundreds of demons, demons, ghosts, genies, supernatural beings and the undead. The bluish ray came from a keris-shaped heirloom whose blades and handles were forged from the same material. Keris Mpu Gandring appears to earth again after being declared lost hundreds of years ago. And they are here one of them because it is guided by the blue light of Mpu Gandring's keris.


And, at this moment, the two of them felt that bluish ray of light appear.


"I don't know exactly what your relationship is with this, Maung. For now, I think we should both go to that place" said Sarti. "I'll leave now, and I won't wait for you," Sarti returned to chanting saifi wind and then chanted. His blood-red clothes fluttered as his body floated on the dark sidelines.


Anggalarang snorted in Maung's voice, "The day will be so long," he thought. The back leg of his animal rejecting his stealth body jumped in pursuit of the pennant masked woman.