The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Thirty-six
The sound of a firearm eruption many times inevitably makes the vigil of the armed thugs. Marsudi stood up, while Kardiman Setil stiffened. Residents and guests of inns and food stalls poured out, away from the origin of the sound of consecutive shots.
The rest of the thugs who were still preparing below did not need to wait for the commando anymore, they immediately climbed the stairs to the top.
However, that was when a strange, shocking and terrible event occurred. The sound of a simple cry from the people around the inn.
"Please!! Dead body!!"
"Care ... Save yourself!"
"Death, we shall die ..."
This cry alternated with waves of residents who ran from the direction of the village housing under a small hill continued to the market, shops, inns and food stalls, continuing to go to the highway.
The thugs who had just climbed a few steps became confused and for a split second did not know what to do and forgot to do what because of the sudden situation. Not only was the scene, panic was clearly felt from the cries of the citizens and the thumping of their feet on the ground. Teenagers run like possessed. Mothers get excited and fall awake carrying babies and small children with them. It was almost seven in the evening and it was still raining, though not as hard as it was this afternoon.
This sudden panic was enough to make the armed thugs dazed and only realized with a change of atmosphere when with the naked eye they saw terrifying figures suddenly present there with them.
A collection of pocongs were in the corners of the building, the figure of a man walking kayang with both his hands and feet but his head was upside down by a hundred and eighty degrees, kuntilanak and sundel bolong hovering above the floor, as well as various other types of disgusting and terrible creatures.
Panic suddenly struck. They flocked the invisible figures who now became one hundred percent visible. As a result, it can be expected, the hot lead drizzle targeted all areas. The thugs shoot each other unconsciously and because they are controlled by fear and panic. Mimics of hot lead only penetrated the bodies of ghosts and jinn and instead lodged in the bodies of their comrades.
Blood is pouring here. Ten people have been shot, some of them immediately killed on the spot due to gunshot wounds that are too fatal.
Marsudi jumps to protect Kardiman Setil. His body was pierced by a drizzle of hot lead on his back, even his head. Both were thrown into a pile of chairs but protected from the ongoing barrage of weapons.
Marsudi was bleeding, but this time his strength seemed to double. In a state of shock, Kardiman Setil witnessed that his foster brother did not die even by receiving that many shots. He was wounded, but he recovered very quickly.
In a ducking position, Marsudi can see the question in the water of Kardiman Setil's face.
He laughed. Somehow, Kardiman Setil looked at the brother in horror.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Gunpowder smoke billowing. Groaning, screaming puffed up. A dozen people are still alive with injuries in various places. The spirits sniggered and hissed, flying hunts in and into the bodies of the surviving thugs. Their bodies twitched, their mouths froze, a pair of flipped eyes showing only the white part. As for the thugs who died, their bodies immediately stood up and returned to life as creatures that had no taste, he said, only move according to the orders and wishes of the power of the demonic woman who is also present there.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Sarti had almost beheaded one of the armed thugs who attacked him when his body was pierced by Soemantri Soekrasana. The thugs possessed by these various forms of spirits do not act and behave like possessed people in general. They look very conscious except for the part of their eyes that can almost be said to be red overall.
Soemantri Soekrasana's collision made Sarti's slash escape. But Soemantri Soekrasana himself immediately slapped the head of the thug with deep energy accompanied by a powerful spell of restraint ghosts and spirits. The thug fell into a convulsion on the floor, while the male ghost who walked by the kayang and the head turned a hundred and eighty degrees immediately came out of the thug's body with a loud shout. Before long his body was sucked into a vortex of energy created by Soemantri Soekrasana.
The ghost is locked up there.
"Don't attack and kill! They're being possessed by an evil spirit!" soemantri Soekrasana shouted at the figure in red and masked Panji who moved quickly with celurit in his grasp.
"Then you think I care? It's better if they are possessed, so I can kill two demons at once in one body" replied Sarti ketus.
"They want to kill me, have nothing to do with you, the masked woman," said Soemantri Soekrasana who later realized that the person behind the mysterious figure was a woman.
Since a few minutes ago the atmosphere of the village of Pancasona became so chaotic and messy. Ghosts and evil spirits sprung up and showed their shape clearly. They scare the citizens, not a few who possess the body of people. The thugs who were about to attack him were half killed by being shot by their own colleagues so afraid of the appearance of ghosts. Of course, those who died only took less than five minutes to turn into undead. While other thugs who are still alive, possessed by supernatural beings and enslaved in such a way as to remain in his state when conscious, but many times evil. Understandably, even before being possessed, they also already had evil intentions. These possessed thugs using their firearms flocked residents who ran to save themselves from the invasion of the undead and the appearance of ghosts in all corners of the village.
Sarti appeared suddenly. He clumped against the undead, smearing their heads, slashing the skeleton of a hornet until it fell apart. Soemantri Soekrasana saw it clearly while also saving the population attacked by the undead and giving great punishment to supernatural beings with the study of Sekete Melting, he said, while Lembu Sekilan makes it freely move between the drizzle of hot lead and the scratches and bites of the undead.
At first he had managed enough to use a tribe-drawn spell containing supernatural beings to get out of the thugs' bodies and lock them up. He also managed to reward more than half of the remaining thugs with raw bogem, kicks and dings, leaving them all unconscious with a decent injury. However, he never wanted to kill a human. Knowing the magical world made him realize that life is very valuable.
Damn, the flowers in his sling bag are gone.