The Angkara Murka
The Twenty-Five Verse Warrior Book
Marsudi felt his chest pressured hard as Affandi jumped up and occupied his chest.
"You killed Kardiman vilely, Bang Marsudi. We are no longer just friends to you. Both of us have already declared ourselves as young brothers ready to die for you. But that doesn't mean you have to die in your hands!"
Marsudi turned his back but then laughed, "Affandi ... You rise again from the dead! How's it feel? It's amazing, isn't it?"
"Yes, and this time it's you who will pay for everything in cash, Bang," Affandi retorted with a vengeful look.
"You want to torture me? Please if you have time. I didn't expect Rawarontek to end up siding with you. The demon woman is amazing. He is toying with the innermost desires and passions of man."
"Sat! Shut up, Bang! I'll make sure you don't calm down in the afterlife" replied Affandi infuriated.
Marsudi laughing. "How else, Af? I don't want anything anymore. Death is no longer a big thing for me."
Affandi picked up a kitchen knife he bought at the minimarket on the way to the hospital for these prisoners.
"You take a good look, Bang!" affandi said as he thrust the new knife into his own neck. Blood spurted and splashed on Marsudi's face which was shocked beyond measure.
Affandi holds Marsudi's face and forces him to face her. "look carefully. The Rawarontek that you've studied for most of your age is nothing compared to the strength and power that I'm good at now."
A pair of Marsudi's eyes widened behind the blood that bathed his face. The puncture wound on Affandi's neck closed so quickly.
"And I don't feel any pain" Affandi continued.
Affandi then slit his own throat many times, but this time nothing happened. His neck remained smooth without any sign of injury. "I can also make my skin untouched by any weapon. Immune science or lightning recovery is just a game to me."
Looking at this scene, Marsudi was unable to say anything. His heart was sore and painful, an excruciating pain seeped into his heart. For years he dedicated his life, devoting his soul to this kind of devotion. Now everything is taken from him and even his own partner who now mastered it perfectly.
"I want you to carry these memories with you when you die any minute, Bang!" Affandi closed Marsudi's mouth and then thrust the knife into the stomach, chest and neck of his adoptive brother many times. He did it by looking into the eyes of Marsudi who seemed to want to jump out.
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Six o'clock in the morning in Pendekar Village. The fire that burned the various buildings had been extinguished and left a puff of smoke that soured the eyes.
There was a mixed sense for the citizens when they saw dozens of young men who were their children, brothers and friends coming back from the dead.
Their bodies returned like all, there was even a flaming look of satisfaction and confidence.
"Is this really you, Jud?" the mother replied in disbelief.
There is a strange sense of happiness and pride. This abnormal feeling was like a wave that swept through the entire village, all the citizens felt it. They were glad when the people who died last night rose again this morning with the mystery of the multiplied power. As if to see them rise from the dead and become stronger was the culmination of their family's success.
"You should come with me, Mommy. All residents of Kampung Pendekar must also support and serve our leaders. He came from another world, giving us powers and powers we could never have imagined!" yudi said excitedly.
Like a buffalo being plucked in his nose, Mak Yudi looked charmed and amazed at the son. He followed where his son was going. So also with tens or even hundreds of villagers. All of them left their jobs overnight busy defusing fires or caring for the wounded and dead. Slowly but surely, everyone walked up the hills on the other side of the village.
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The police officers standing guard at the post breathed a sigh of relief. One of them said, "Thank God we don't have to deal with them. The fire has subsided, there are no reports of the fire. If indeed they are able to take care of the area themselves, let it be, it is also good for us."
This statement was echoed by other Police members who were followed by a big smile.
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With disheveled hair, but did not reduce the beauty of his face, the wife saw the face of Satria Piningit who was tired and tired. "Why, baby? What's up, anyway?" tanyanya suspiciously saw her husband's gigat this morning. It's like Satria Piningit hasn't slept all night.
"Prepare your clothes properly, as well as the clothes and needs of Ngalimun and Priyambada. We have to get out of the house and stay at the hotel across the toll bridge. Don't ask too many questions, I'll explain later" Satria Piningit said without looking at his wife's face.
The beautiful face of the wife shows that she understands. For years married to Satria Piningit, he had felt that knowing the character of his partner was more than enough. The trust in the husband is undeniable. He soon woke up when coincidentally their two twins also began to squirm.
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The three police officers who were about to finish their duties that day have been killed.
Police posts are full of bloodstains that decorate walls, floors, even ceilings. Five ghosts of Mariban partying. Their mouths chewed the bodies of the police officers to take a sip of their blood. The dark and coarse feathers of the creatures were dyed a thick red.
On the other hand, eleven youths of Kampung Pendekar who had risen from the dead crawled under the toll bridge that floated above the river. All their ability to assemble explosives was eventually used as well. Eleven young men used to learn the science of stringing bombs to rob small banks and offices independently and separately as part of their 'professional' crime skills. Now, Bandi, the new leader, managed to bring them together for a greater, nobler, more authoritative cause.
In a moment, in the afternoon, the toll bridge will be blown up, destroying the steel building and severing the relationship between Kampung Pendekar and the world. The rest of the people who live around the village have only two options: serve the new leader Bandi crime or bait the ghosts of Mariban.
No one will really care what happens. Kampung Pendekar has been living alone for many years, they themselves are breaking ties with the outside world. Other areas that are not in line with them only feel the fear spread by the villagers of Pendekar Village, wherever they are.
If there is any action that will be carried out by the authorities, then it is because of the curiosity of internet citizens and news viewers on television and the task of journalists who are always hungry for information. The rest may be grateful to be separated from the powerful villagers.