The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Thirty Two
Anggalarang is stiff. His mouth was emitting foam mixed with blood. The white Maung is not in his body anymore. He is now just an ordinary man who is dying.
Sarti looked at the supernatural, coming and going like a picture of a photograph. That was why it was easy for him to be terrorized, feared and startled by them.
He quickly read a mantra to evoke the study of Suket Kalanjana which can make him able to see fine creatures in full. " ... Niyat ingsun matak ajiku the suket kalanjana, Aji the supervision of saka sang Hyang Pramana ...,"
With this study and the New Klinthing spear in his hand, he was able to repel the ghosts and supernatural beings who tried to approach him earlier. The sharp blade of the New Klinthing heirloom spear burns the air of the occult and sends the fear that is usually felt by humans, now also felt for the wandering spirits.
The spirits ran flying, disappearing or crawling away. Hot Eve clung to the bodies of the wandering spirits. Sarti can even injure some of them. The warrior woman cut through the air, piercing and whacking them.
After successfully freeing himself from the evil spirits, Sarti roared towards the body of Anggalarang which by the inner eye will be seen being mobbed by various supernatural creatures. The strongest and was strangling him was a gendruwo figure as tall as a tree. His body was hairy and his ten fingers were long and sharp fingered. With such a tall and large body in a lowered position it actually took quite a wide place. It was easy for Sarti to cut down the gendruwo with his spear.
The gendruwo roared. His body was torn apart and released a dark black liquid. The sharp blade of New Klinthing's heirloom spear injured that large, tall and monstrous magical figure in a strange way. The body of the gendruwo suddenly shrank and disappeared in the form of smoke. For the sake of witnessing this, the other spirits grimaced, slowly crawling backwards out of the Anggalarang's body. Everyone is daunted by the consequences of what they will get if they still fight for a place in the Anggalarang body.
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The remaining spirits and undead placed themselves behind the demon queen. The wide fabric filled the wet ground. His long hair was flowing over his body. A pair of burning eyes glared towards Sarti. His mouth that was spitting out thick blood suddenly opened, continuing to open, widening until it tore through his cheeks and jaw.
Rattling and tearing sounds were heard. From inside her mouth appeared the figure of another woman's head that was very different. The body of the demon queen became a kind of clothes or a mere robe that was torn until the new figure could come out.
"Thank you Sarti, and you're Anggalarang. Thanks to you guys, I was able to take control of three villages at once without any disturbance," the woman said.
This made Sarti confused. Anggalarang who was assisted by Sarti is now sitting leaning on a tree. The Maung is still unable to return to his body due to the fight with the supernatural creatures before. He was also digesting the words of the woman who came out of the body of the demon witch.
"I am Wong Ayu. People in the shamanic world quiver when they hear my nickname, the Durga."
Sarti flinched, "Fuck! So you're the fucking witch? I've heard your name in various places, but I can't believe you're the ringleader of the pagebluk in the villages at the foot of this mountain. I didn't want to bother with stories and rumors that you were just looking for and killing shamans of dark science, anyway, but in fact you're the witch with the devil's own science who kills innocent people!"
The figure who claimed to be named Wong Ayu and titled Durga laughed loudly, "I have prepared the subordinates in Pancasona to raise the dead. Your existence here is just for me to mess around with. I know you two are united by a supernatural force that you still don't really understand against me. Honey, you're not gonna make it. While you are in Kaliabang, my people who are getting stronger and more powerful will subdue one more village. As a result this will also make me stronger."
Lightning shimmers in space. The figure of the woman nicknamed Durga and the supernatural disappeared from view. The remaining living corpses began to move towards them again.
The people trying to stand up. "I'm Anggalarang,” Anggalarang said correcting Sarti's speech.
“Sang Maung is still stuck inside a different space and time. For a while he won't be able to get out. As for me, I don't have any science skills to go as fast as lightning to Pancasona. You go," said Anggalarang weakly.
Sarti looked at Anggalarang. His face hardened behind his banner mask. "You should come along. I can take you."
Anggalarang could not protest when Sarti carried him on the back easily.
Before Sarti returned to Saifi Wind, he saw Pakde Narto lying wounded. The blood from his thighs continued to flow profusely. Face pale.
"Hey, you. As I promised, I will tell you about the English sword. Your weapon is ...,"
Pakde Narto raised his hand, "I don't really care about the story behind the damn sword. I must have died today. The bodies of life did not stop. You go, save the villagers from the devil's whore."
Sarti took a breath and nodded.
However, before Sarti really left the place, Pakde Narto touched Sarti's feet.
"Would you help me one last time?" pakde Narto said with his voice and power that has been completely weakened.
Sarti put his spear on the ground, taking down the Anggalarang who was also quite weak for a moment. He then took his celurit, escaped from its sheath and stared for a moment at Pade Narto. Before long, Sarti swung the celurit to smear Pakde Narto's neck with one sabet. The middle-aged warrior's head rolled on the ground. The life of Pakde Narto was lost to the clouds.
Sarti wiped the blood on the curved blade of his celurit, putting it back into the sheath. He then returned to carry Anggalarang and at the same time took the spear Baru Klinthing back. He did not care much about the surprised face of Anggalarang. However, still he explained the purpose of his actions compared to Anggalarang wondering.
“That person asked for it. He was unable to fight the corpses. Rather than being tormented by their tearing, I am the one who saves and helps his freedom. But whatever you think,” said Sarti.
Sarti took a short breath, then darted quickly towards the village of Pancasona with the support of Anggalarang. His body lightly sprinkled from the lowlands to the highlands, fluttering grasses and plants, breezing the wind and splitting the air. It did not matter that Sarti, the petite swordsman took a man with him.