The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter of Forty Seven
Things are hard to control. How not, the subtle creatures have all managed to get into the bodies of citizens. The number of injured people is increasing. Even one more person was killed and instantly became an undead.
The survivors had to fight in a strange way. They defend themselves without trying to retaliate. They only slightly hurt the people who attacked him because they understood that they were possessed. Killing their attackers is tantamount to killing fellow citizens. Moreover, possessed citizens are people who they know well enough in their daily lives.
Soemantri Soekrasana is clearly a guy.
About the undead, inevitably he or other citizens would dare to behead him, but what about the possessed people?
In other parts of the region, Lutfi and Fadlan were random and blindly indiscriminate. Both of their eyes turned red like the twilight sun. Two spirits controlled themselves so much that they could no longer remember who their friends were, even themselves.
Maung and Sarti really can't do much to possessed citizens.
Santi yelled at Soemantri Soekrasana, "Soemantri, what should we do? Me and Maung can't kill them."
Soemantri Soekrasana could not answer. He cast a spell, but could not finish when Fadlan and Lutfi suddenly approached him and floated a machete as hard as possible.
Soemantri Soekrasana's body twitched.
The machete blade escaped an inch from his body. Even when the fifth, sixth, and tenth attacks hunted his body, Soemantri Soekrasana was able to move with agility like a puppet being moved by a puppeteer. The science of Lembu Sekilan is still its main fortress.
Sarti could not keep quiet. He could not just wait for the young shaman to get the spirits out of the bodies of the new citizens and then be able to attack the supernatural creatures. If so, the whole village will kill each other. Not to mention the undead that can target anyone.
With great force, Sarti decided to sacrifice some possessed citizens so as not to get more citizens who became corpses.
Just as he was about to recite, Anggalarang from inside Maung's body exclaimed, "Sarti. We have to help Wong Ayu."
Sarti looked at Maung's bloodied face. Anggalarang spoke from within the white tiger's stealth body without moving its mouth full of fangs.
Sarti then looked towards Wong Ayu who had been thrown three times to the ground. Above him, floating in the air, Marsudi smashed a lightning-like flame that stung Wong Ayu. The woman's body stiffened and collapsed due to the attack of the figure Marsudi.
Sarti shifted his focus to Wong Ayu. He traces the hard land without being ruled. His body chipped like lightning towards Marsudi. New Klinthing ready to stab. At his side, so does Maung who jumps with the fingernails of his front legs and fangs in his mouth ready to tear.
Getting the surprise attack, Marsudi blasts energy from his body. The sky was bright as fireworks. Maung and Sarti were thrown to the ground due to Marsudi's power boost.
Marsudi and the middle-aged woman inside his body laughed simultaneously.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Keris Mpu Gandring who was shining a bluish dim was already within his grasp. Seeing this the scarlet, already terrible red water turned more and more terrifying. His pale white skin cracked. His pair of eyes that were flowing blood glared. He screamed loudly and cried bitterly.
"I don't have a choice. It's just a minute. We both have the same risks, but there's nothing I can do" he said back to the red kuntilanak that suddenly disappeared and reappeared the same suddenly behind Soemantri Soekrasana.
The female ghost hugged Soemantri Soekrasana from behind with her pale thin hands and long black nails.
Soemantri Soekrasana had no choice. Fadlan and Lutfi are still after him while some residents have been killed and some are seriously injured. If he allowed this, the entire village could be covered in blood. The astral beings will feast. Licking human blood, gnawing at flesh, sipping on fear and death.
Using this magic kris will drain his energy. Even legends say that the age of the heirloom user will be reduced, in accordance with the curses of keris that have been proven for hundreds of years.
But what would his long life mean if he let this massacre happen?
Soemantri Soekrasana held up Mpu Gandring's keris aloft, chanting out loud the mantra in Old Javanese. The blue flames from the originally dim Mpu Gandring dagger instantly shone dazzlingly bright.
Fadlan and Lutfi were pushed back. The subtle-beings that swayed and were in the bodies of the citizens shouted and revolted. When it is usually they who make humans afraid, this time they are afraid.
Soemantri Soekrasana stuck the keris into the ground. Asphalt gouged out, puddles splashed, blue energy broke down in all directions like ocean waves.
All the pocongs were torn apart. Kuntilanak, sundel bolong, wewe gomel, gendruwo, chinese female ghost, buto ijo snake-bodied, all jinn and other terrible and disgusting spirits torn to pieces. Their astral bodies faded and disappeared slowly like chalk paintings that were removed leaving heartbreaking cries, hisses and grunts.
The undead are like losing command and power. They collapsed to the ground like domino blocks, without lives, while the immune young men who lived a few but were still fit and dangerous were suddenly also aghast and became alert.
The red Kuntilanak is still attached to Soemantri Soekrasana's back. He was crying sobbing. Blood flowed out from his crotch through his nets and legs. He released a hug, floating in the air and disappeared from sight.
All the possessed citizens were lying on the ground unconscious, including Fadlan and Lutfi. Maung in the body of Anggalarang disappeared again, leaving Anggalarang who fell to his knees.
Sarti and Wong Ayu were still lying on the wet, paved ground.
Marsudi stood with a pair of glaring eyes watching his astral slaves disappear. Mpu Gandring's daggering power caused the spirits to perish, some to be wounded and disappear, some to break from the magical shackles of the female demon and escape, others to hide somewhere.
Consciously, the citizens who still stand with the best help their friends who are injured and weak or unconscious after the previous terasuki. They gave their best handling as well as slightly retreated from the fighting area.
Suddenly Marsudi chuckled, "Truly a formidable opponent."
A group of young immune heroes gathered behind Marsudi, ready to attack again. Long unsheathed sword, fierce face mounted, wrathful royal angkara.