The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Forty-One
The heavy rain alternated drizzling, then the bushy came back, repeating like that several times, creating a chill that penetrated all the way to the bone marrow.
Praguritan Village gripping!
The tomb complex is valued by more than half of the male residents of Praguritan who are still able to hold weapons.
The only tomb for the village of Praguritan is not located in the area of the village house. Instead the cemetery complex is on the edge of the highway, near the center of community activities such as schools and shops. As a result, the cemetery was far from dark and terrible impression. This is because the villagers assume that the tomb is a sacred final resting place but peaceful and quiet, instead of dark and abandoned.
The reaction of the residents of the Pragment to the arrival and reports of other groups of residents about the excitement that occurred in their village turned out to be completely different from the village of Pancasona. As if the people of the Praguritan are preparing themselves for this kind of supernatural disaster.
Villagers who come in droves 'secured' in the housing of villagers. All the residents did not hesitate to offer them shelter and food. The village archway guarded by dozens of strong men, teachers and students of Padepokan silat in the village. On the inside, not only men, but women and even teenagers who are able, willing and brave to defend the village and its citizens are armed with anything that can be used to fight.
Irawan and Lutfi are coordinating with Fadlan. They agreed that the villagers of Kaliabang and Pancasona who are capable, willing and brave will also take part in this resistance.
Irawan himself decided to go down to the center of the village, to the tomb to be exact, to help other members of the village of Prajuritan. He brought with him some young Kaliabang and Pancasona to participate. After all, he had already experienced fighting the undead first.
At the tomb, they were immediately joined by Hamdan, Dul Matin, Alif, Aris, Murdani and soon the 'armies' of the village of Praguritan.
"We have asked three residents to go to the city, report what happened to the police. However, since not everyone can believe these kinds of supernatural things, we changed the story a bit. We just said that there were some villagers next door who were exposed to infectious diseases and then went mad and rampaged so that it made the residents afraid" Hamdan said while grimacing.
"I'm not sure the story convinced them" he added.
Irawan smiled. "That's okay, thanks, man. Anyway it was a wise decision. At least the police should know that there's a serious incident in our area."
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Nine o'clock at night. All lights in the entire village area of Praguritan are turned on. The atmosphere was bright and full of preparation. The village's 'soldiers' armed themselves with machetes, swords, machete, celurites and hardwood clubs. Not a few who also slip their family heirloom keris, or grasping the spear that has existed since hundreds of years ago in their village.
The elders, silat teachers, and village officials of Praguritan also participated. They were even on the front lines with the young men.
Dul Matin, Aris, Alif and Murdani looked at each other.
"I don't think it's a time that's always looked after by all of our parents and elders. The identity of the village that was maintained for hundreds of years was indeed prepared for today" said Murdani.
His pair of smart eyes flashed.
"I don't mind if I have to die in this land, fulfilling destiny. We're responsible for the truth, aren't we?" dul Matin said to his colleagues.
"There is too much that we have sacrificed and more that we will sacrifice if we die. Think of our parents, brothers, citizens, children who will ...," Irawan was unable to finish his sentence.
Aris approached and patted the shoulder of Irawan, a resident of their neighboring village. "alright, buddy. We promise we won't die" she smiled.
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Vehicle lights shimmering from the road. The sound of cars enliven the village of Prajuritan. The rest of the villagers of Pancasona came in droves. The cries and screams of unbearable grief again enlivened the village. They are citizens who do not believe that the supernatural threat is real.
The village chief intended to let them continue their escape to the city because they were worried that even in this village they were not guaranteed security, after all the village had begun to be crowded by the number of people who came.
But other residents warned that even in the city they would have trouble finding help, such as a place to stay for a short break or eat and drink. It would be better to be with people who trust them like the villagers of Prajuritan.
Finally, the remaining Pancasona villagers also went to residential residents. From the entourage of women, children and elderly people, there was a man who from his stature looked educated, when it should be compared with other citizens who came with him. But that person's face looked just as furious and disorganized.
Lutfi looked at the man closely. He approached and threw a fist at the man. The man flinched back and fell down. His nose and lips drained blood, but there was no sign of protest when he knew who hit him. The well-looking and well-educated-looking man was a man who had previously opposed the beliefs of the people of Kaliabang village and refused to help them and was not wary of the problem of this supernatural disaster.
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The earth that was trampled shook like an earthquake. The tomb fence cracked, as well as the tombstone and the ground as split. The storks and the undead crept out.
Irawan looked at the fame of Hamdan, Dul Matin, Alif, Aris, Murdani and dozens of young men of the army armed sharply. All of them clasped tightly onto the hilt of their weapons. Not waiting for a long time, they burst into the tomb area and saturate all soulless creatures that became demonic puppets.
Their attacks were energetic and purposeful. As the name implies, the villagers of Prajuritan seem to have firmly held the identity of warrior-style courage in facing their enemies, especially opponents who come from the supernatural world.
Marsudi emerged from a puff of smoke in front of the village archway with his followers. He made a special portal that made not only Affandi, their ghostly men and some Pancasona villagers who defected to become his followers, but also dozens of Kalachakra-faced youths on their chests, the Obong village. Practically they become a kind of horde of troops ready for war.
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Soemantri Soekrasana struggles against the ghosts. The old and new Javanese language mantra to create a two-dimensional boundary so that they can not break into the possession of the citizens he continues to rapal.
A red Kuntilanak floated above Soemantri Soekrasana's head with a pushy look towards similar creatures.
The smell of burning stung when banaspati flew on the roof of the house residents. Kuntilanak and sundel bolong roared and snickered under the trees while wewe gombel grinned over the trees behind the leaves. There is also buto ijo which as the name implies is a giant green-bodied and plontos-headed drag his thick and high body towering it on the ground. The smell of blood spread throughout the village accompanied by the cries of the residents. They could see the damned astral beings with their naked eyes.