The Angkara Murka
The Twenty-Third Verse Warrior Book
Satria Piningit turned the key and opened the door, she exited the house joined by some of her neighbors.
From the outside it is clear that the collection of fire is indeed burning brightly. This makes residents worried because if the fire happened in the Pendekar Village area, it means not so far from where they live.
They, including Satria Piningit, hoped it would rain soon. It is not just lightning that runs and jumps here and there, but the water that is poured from above so that the fire can be immediately eradicated. In addition, Satria Piningit also hopes that there will be someone to report what happened, so that the authorities and officers concerned can respond immediately.
"Bang ... Bang Satria, our phone and internet signals are dead, absolutely zero" said one of the neighbors disperse Satria Piningit's mind.
Satria Piningit remembers carrying her smart phone. Right, there's no visible signal from the touch screen. He also tried several online applications, including social media. All is unachievable.
"Hopefully the fire can be put down soon, Bang. We who live here will not be able to go to the city or seek help if it happens in Pendekar Village" Satria Piningit replied.
The neighbor was weak. Everyone is worried. There are several housing complexes built in this area. To reach the city, they had to pass through a crossing toll that curved over the river. While before reaching the toll, the residents of housing will pass through the gate of Kampung Pendekar as well. So, in the event of a fire in the area, they can only hope that it can be overcome soon, or their relationship with the city and the outside world will be completely cut off.
Unfortunately, without their knowledge, that is exactly what is happening. No help came. That said, the path of information and communication from the direction of Pendekar Village to the city has been cut off. This is made worse by the electricity suddenly going out.
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Bandi walks full of arrogance and power. In one storm, Kampung Pendekar luluh lantak. The region that since the beginning of his career as a criminal, thug and hitman is so difficult to master when it has a lot of potential. But now no one can prevent it.
The man kept walking. This time he turned towards the hills on the side of the village. Shouts of terror and fear, pain and sadness lit up behind him. Some buildings were devoured by flames that were so voracious, no matter how lightning threatened to bring rain. Unfortunately, the strong wind hit the embers and then made it flutter like a victory flag.
The bodies of young people were scattered with the mourning of their mothers, fathers, relatives and friends. Their bodies were bathed in blood, charred burning charred gossips, or irregularly broken.
Bandi continues to walk up the path to the top of the hills. It looks what he is looking for. There were ten mounds of earth inside a red brick fence.
The graves of the elders and founders of the village, namely the tombs of ten warriors.
The girl was there first. His long hair fluttered behind him, lit up by the shadow of the flames burning the buildings below.
Her naked body was still as beautiful as the last one Bandi saw. He could even still smell the flesh of the body, smooth skin on his fingers, sticky and look at the slender body when he hit him.
Bandi smiled, the woman replied.
That's when Bandi saw some form of terrible creatures gathered around the body of the woman who floated above the red brick wall fence.
They're bloodthirsty. Wild boars, cattle and unlucky humans will be its victims. To meet this need, the ghosts of Mariban can change their body shape to another human, deceive, then finish their lives to then suck out the liquid of life red that bubbled warm in their esophagus.
Bandi undressed, leaving only her trousers and boots. The forty-year-old body still looks fit, muscular and awake, although it does not show its youth anymore. He always felt that his physical endurance should be greatly maintained because it is the capital of his work and career in the world of crime.
He is proud of the physical condition of his body.
The woman with all her majesty drifted closer to Bandi. The ghosts of Mariban behind the figure of the supernatural woman twitched in the darkness like trees.
"It is time for you to reap the rewards of your obedience and submission to me, Bandi. Power and power I will bring you down tonight. I hope you're ready" the woman's voice buzzed in layers in the air. His hair was like having a life of its own.
Bandi knelt in front of the devil in the form of the undressed woman. "I will not merely pluck, I will harvest the fruit of glory. Instead, I'll wash both of your slender legs with blood, I'll bathe your beautiful body with fear and I'll fuck you a thousand times as hot as hell," said Bandi looked sharply at the pair of female devil eyes.
The naked woman laughed long, shrill, multi-layered, shaking the night air. "You don't know anything about hell, Bandi. But thanks to you, I will bring a little piece of hell to this earthly man," he said as his body suddenly fluttered, then broke like a torn piece of paper.
Bandi felt her body filled with energy coming in through her chest. He felt an indescribable sense of euphoria and ecstasy.
All the world unfolds in front of his eyes. All creatures that hide behind darkness, live in mud, dive in swamps, float on sacred ground, dwell in hills and mountains, and, and dwelling in old buildings all show fangs, horns, long tongues, giddy eyes and an unsettled soul.
Now Bandi feels someone wants to break out of the stomach, then move to his chest. He looked in the direction where the feeling was getting stronger.
There was a bulge as big as a baby's head pressed from inside his well-maintained and trained muscular body. The bulge appeared, disappeared, reappeared creating a convex on his skin like a blown balloon and deflated many times.
There is no pain at all. Just a great amused and familiar taste. His muscles became limp and relaxed, while an incredible energy slowly spread throughout his nerves and blood flow.
Bandi stood up as she watched the body of the originally lost demonic woman break it back together, but no longer formed a slender-bodied nude seductive girl. Now standing in front of Bandi, a black skull demon figure.
Skeleton black soot. Some pieces of meat are still stuck in some places. The cavity where there should have been an eye seed inside, was now a pair of empty holes but draining blood.
"Finally," said Bandi. "I mastered the science of parang irang. No weapon of any kind can scratch my skin" said Bandi inwardly knowing that he had established the black magic of immunity.
The black skull turned back to Bandi and walked towards eating the ancestors of Kampung Pendekar. His dirty, scary body disappeared slowly. Instead, there was the sound of many scratching from within the ground.