The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Twenty Eight
"Sir Narto!" Irawan shouted when he saw a figure approaching towards him who ran over. Pakde Narto was immediately greeted by several men who guarded the road with Irawan.
"How are the villagers?" Ask Pakde Narto as soon as possible while sticking his English sword to the ground.
"Pakde, all the citizens as much as possible have left the village. We're here trying to stop the bodies so that people can at least get to Pancasona. Lutfi went with them, guarding the entourage with some young men," replied Irawan.
Pakde Narto nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. He stared intently at Irawan's eyes and looked to the side of his head, "Your ear?"
"Ah, no problem, sir. The important thing is that residents are safe and can immediately seek help and protection" he said. "Pakde," call Irawan suddenly. "Sorry, but what about Marwan?" tanyanya slow.
"Give me a chance to sit down" Pakde Narto sat directly on the ground leaning on a pedati cart used as a fortress.
"Handoko became an undead, I couldn't save Marwan either. I'm guessing he's been resurrected by that damn woman, too. They're coming in droves. We might only have less than fifteen minutes before they get to this place."
Irawan took a breath, as well as his other colleagues, but still let Pakde Narto rest for a moment. They had received orders from elders and village figures overnight to evacuate the residents. Irawan himself was determined to stay in the village boundary to hold back the pace of the undead. Strength and courage appear miraculously in Irawan. This also caused some other residents to be encouraged to participate with Irawan. Actually, almost all the male residents want to go down to fight with Irawan, but Irawan and Lutfi agreed to share duties for the safety of the citizens.
Pakde Narto watched Irawan then smiled, "I'm proud to see you" he said.
Irawan also smiled, "Don't worry, sir. Pakde's wives have joined the entourage.
Pakde Narto nodded, "I knew from the beginning that you would succeed. It is only we who seem to have to sacrifice once again. I thought you were ready for this, didn't you, Irawan?"
Irawan looked at Pakde Narto and his surroundings, to his comrades who nodded steadily almost simultaneously.
Sarti heard clearly their conversation from above.
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Irawan was already a little more able to organize his attacks. Every slash of his machete was worked out as best as possible not in vain but to lead to the necks of the living corpses that kept coming. He was also forced to cut off Marwan's neck, which attacked him with a half-broken body. However, they had already lost two citizens who were severely attacked. The two citizens who had been on guard with them also finally rose to become the undead who attacked them.
"Brother, I've been hurt. Either it's scratched or bitten. I don't want to be like them. Kill me immediately" Paimin told Irawan when he found himself wounded.
Irawan hit the head of his village friend who also became a student of the school silat trained by Pakde Narto, "That's not how it works. You think they're zombies? You won't turn into an undead before you die. So, pick up your horses again, finish them off!"
Paimin showed a relieved and understanding face. His face became excited again and shouted loudly back to attack his horse. But once they look tired. Pakde Narto had reached his limit when his brajamustinya had started to lose sting because his body had almost given up.
The wind that blew suddenly became a burning heat. The sweat of these fighters was flowing more and more. Pakde Narto and Irawan realized that it was time that they were waiting to come. The figure of the middle-aged female with long hair unraveled, her bare chest and long cloth sweeping the ground walked slowly. All the scary and horrible things stuck to his body.
That's when the demon queen opened her mouth, "You've played around enough."
The dark clouds covered the sunlight. The demonic woman raised both of her hands, causing a burning strong wind. Pakde Narto, Irawan, Paimin and others fell to their knees. From the ground came the roots that wrapped around their feet. Everyone panicked and scattered their weapons to escape, while the darkness slowly approached them.
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Sarti floated down. His Celurit cut down the heads of the corpses like a mere mopping of grass. His movements only looked like the brightness of a red light. Sarti even had time to cut the roots from the underground that bind the legs of the people who fought against the corpses and free them.
Pakde Narto who has a fairly qualified martial arts base can see a little Sarti movement, although not so with colleagues or other men. They could only see the dead bodies falling with their heads off and a red-clad, pennant-masked body standing in front of them in an instant.
"Sartii ..," the voice of the demonic woman echoed.
Both of Sarti's eyes widened behind his banner mask. How does this creature know who it is?
"It's good to see you healthy always, my son. Are you not tired of facing Age after Age? Won't change at all times make you always confused and bored?" continued the woman.
If he had not hidden behind this red shirt and mysterious mask, it would have been obvious that his body was shaking and his face was stiffening. Until now as far as he understood, no one knew who he really was and how his life was. But this monstrous woman with a magical and evil aura spoke only a little but penetrated into her soul, making it feel as though it was frozen even though the air was very hot.
"I can grant whatever you want, Sarti. Don't you want to come back alive and repeat from the beginning with new tasks? I can finish it now so you don't have to get back up from the grave naked" the demon giggled.
"Hey, I don't know who you are. But don't listen to what he's talking about. The devil knows how to tease someone," said Pakde Narto saw the magic figure who came mysteriously and helped them are now silent.
Sarti flinched, then turned her masked face towards the person who spoke to her. He said, "You think I don't know that?" Sarti's views then hit the English sword Pakde Narto stuck on the ground. He took a breath, smiled and muttered, "Destiny has indeed been outlined."
Sarti looked back at Pakde Narto and said out loud, "You must have the sword. I killed the soldier Sepoy the original owner of the sword. Tell your men to leave this place to join the group of people who are displaced. Use your sword and brajamusti to fight against the female demon and her entourage. If you're alive, I'll tell you all about the sword's history."
Now Pakde Narto who was shocked and surprised, but only a little.
He then looked at Irawan, Paimin and his colleagues, "We have lost two people. I don't want to lose any more people. You heard the guy say. Catch up immediately with the people's entourage and help protect them."
"But, sirde ...," Irawan wanted to protest. But Pakde Narto had raised his hand which now had grasped the English sword that was originally stuck on the ground.
"Don't worry. You see this magic figure, don't you? This is not your fight. You did your job well, I'm proud. This is my last command, go!"
Irawan no longer protests. He gave the sign to the others to come out of the place immediately. Pakde Narto took a deep breath back. Today does not seem to end quickly. He formed horses ready to fight even though his body was almost giving up. When the demonic woman flew and was ready to attack them, the Maung appeared from behind the grove of garden trees and entered the battle.