The Angkara Murka
The Twenty-Seven Warrior Book
The toll bridge was late to explode due to a misregulation. In essence, the explosion will not occur until the evening before, not according to previous estimates.
Bandi felt that the young men could have risen from the dead with new strength and spirit, but their brains could not be helped, perhaps left partially in the realm of death.
But the majesty that will soon begin the process can not be bothered with these halmeh things. Sandy will let everything happen by itself. Last night's rain didn't come down. Show that sometimes things are not always as they wish. Even though cloudy still hangs, the sultry air is already royal. This is also a sign that a small incident that does not fit his plan is just a sign that everything will still burn.
Ten skeletons from the corpses of these village dignitaries in the past stood stiff, dead again, like puppets waiting for the show, and Bandi was the mastermind who arranged and ordered them.
Around the tomb of the elder of Kampung Pendekar on the hill, all the citizens gathered to prepare to do the decree of this little king.
The supernatural creatures popped their heads at various angles without being seen. They feel clumsy because only this time it was gathered by the power of a human and confronted by many other humans.
Bandi felt her body full of energy and glory. Power flowed in his veins, bubbling, roaring, pounding. A bulge the size of a baby's head goes over the skin of his stomach and chest as if he wants to get out. But not the amused or sick feelings that exist, Bandi found himself as the conqueror with a strong weapon to be part of his body.
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James Yakob smeared the blood of the rooster he just cut was straight sideways on both sides of his eyelids. Various symbols and motifs appear throughout the body overwritten each other in black gradations.
The short-sleeved shirt he designed was made to cover his armpits with a certain material that was pliable but strong enough to withstand multiple stabs of sharp weapons. Similarly, his shorts are similar loincloth, also worn to protect the vital parts under the abdomen and inner thighs. All are black.
In order to cover the head and identity and intimidate the enemy, James wore the headgear of the preserved original ivory buttocks, tightly.
The final touch was a red line on the eyelids from the blood to convince his enemy of the horror of his arrival.
The sun has sunk. It seems he can't wait too long. Let the people see the football, maybe it can be a means of conversion of young people who are not aware of will enter into the vortex of evil, before later they will be the target themselves.
He would go in and look for the frontman of the drug dealer group and kill their lives. He was convinced that he could not be prevented, he felt invincible.
James looked at the building opposite the one in one part of which was covered with plants.
He opened the window of his hotel room. His body was a hundred percent black with one red line of squash extending across to his eyelids.
His body floated then jumped high to the top of the three-story building as light as cotton.
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Maung vibrated inside the body of Anggalarang after he returned from outside the hotel to buy a drink. Now both eyes Anggalarang can see the figure of a female ghost whose clothes stained with blood and mud staring at the wall at the end of the hallway near the stairs there.
Anggalarang went into the hotel room where his colleagues were. "Maung wants out. There's gotta be something around here somewhere. We need to get ready!" exciting Anggalarang. But before long he fell silent, only to realize that Wong Ayu was already wearing her black-brown mage robe, standing next to Soemantri Soekrasana who reached into her sash bag to check all kinds of flowers, so that she could not find any, spell paper and other supernatural combat equipment. Sarti was tying the red silat shirt and took the Panji wooden mask from his bag.
"alright. So you guys know?" anggalarang said a little disappointed.
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Anggalarang has changed his clothes with saggy shorts rubberized on the waist, as well as a white T-shirt he bought at a low price.
Sarti looked at her amusedly, understanding that wearing 'cheap' clothes made Anggalarang uncomfortable. The comfort of dress is obtained from the collection of shirts and pants berberk. This is clearly the opposite of Maung's lustful behavior of killing and bleeding so that the word 'horse' is not a fairly appropriate and appropriate word to describe it.
"If it wasn't for Maung showing signs of going out and for not wanting to ruin my comfortable clothes, it would have been nice for me to dress like this" he told Sarti, who was familiar with his movements.
Sarti just smiled. But then Anggalarang added, more addressed to all members of Catur Anglara in the room of the hotel, "You know, that since with you, Maung is more willing to work with me."
"You mean?" wong Ayu said.
"Just this time he gave me signs, instead of immediately exiting my body as he wished. Even you see for yourself, I still got to change clothes."
Wong Ayu smiled. His actions were similar to Sarti's, even as the two looked at each other and shared a signal of approval.
Anggalarang saw this. "You don't want to tell me exactly what happened? Or do you still intend to mess with your little secret?" anggalarang sebal.
"Well, well, Anggalarang," said Wong Ayu. "What you need to know right now is that the white tiger in your body is an ancient creature. You can call him a spirit, a demon or anything. The point is, after such a long odyssey, he's finally comfortable finding you. Apparently, he is no longer a separate part of you, Anggalarang," said Wong Ayu.
Anggalarang cringed his forehead.
"As a long-living person walking in this world, I understand very well that the white tiger you call Maung will not act as it pleases. You've become a part of him and vice versa. Maybe the previous incident when we were together to face the female demon made him realize that you two are one" added Sarti.
Not yet had time to ask Anggalarang further but suddenly Soemantri Soekrasana raised her hand. "You feel that?"
Anggalarang immediately felt nausea back up from inside his stomach. Sarti became more alert. Wong Ayu closed her eyes and said, "We are united by a power that we do not understand very well. But clearly, we are connected. The female demon that appeared out together with ... with my power it had touched a man who had a dark background of life as well." Wong Ayu seems to still feel guilty for the appearance of the demonic woman, making it the best-brick when it comes to explaining the woman's figure again.
"Now we actually both feel his presence around this place. But the energy I felt was not as strong as before. Maybe the devil has not really been able to get out of his world and only plays a central role in this advanced drama. He used a human who was weak in soul but dark and painful" Wong Ayu explained at length.
Anggalarang and Soemantri Soekrasana jolted, even Anggalarang almost fell. There was a figure of a head appearing upside down through the ceiling of their hotel room.