The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Thirty-Third Verse
Soemantri Soekrasana retreated and cast the spell Lembu Sekilan when at the same time a pair of legs Anggalarang elongated and bent with magic. Likewise, his two elongated arms turned into more as the front legs of a white tiger creature so-genesis than the two hands of an Anggalarang.
The body of the Anggalarang who had completely become a white tiger demon snorted. His chest rose and fell with a mouth that showed off sharp teeth like a knife array ready to be plugged into the enemy's body.
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Wong Ayu appeared suddenly in a large hall-shaped room filled with sweaty bodies that swayed to the beat of the music.
His cloaked body floated in the air.
No one could have seen the figure illuminated by disco lights and flickering floodlights.
Shouts of terror rumbled, along with the panic of the teenagers and young men who were partying that night. The music that was still played through the DJ device became a kind of soundtrack panic that night.
Wong Ayu's eyes bulged and reddened. He saw and scanned the prey like an eagle rolling a rabbit on land and was ready to swoop down to attack it.
At some end, the VIP section, with a semi-circular sofa chair or a special glass room, high-class criminal bosses were discussing their unlawful business and unlawful moves. With this incident, the guards and men reached for the gun due to the shock and panic of their master.
The appearance of the figure on the ceiling of this party hall was clearly a tremendous shock to all the visitors for some reason. First, the most primitive fear of man when he sees something out of place happening. Obviously not often people see a mysterious figure suddenly appear and float above their heads.
Second, the three-story building, not looking attractive outside, even visited by plants on one side of the wall was used as a meeting of members of criminals and criminals. The police force obviously made them wary, but another figure with his horrendous appearance, would have made them more defensive. The same thing that makes them aware is the instinct to face an opponent or rival. In this case, the mysterious and terrible figure of Wong Ayu certainly immediately made their battle instincts awake.
Third, the heads of the mules and criminals are the most open to any information. In fact, information is one of their business assets. News of the mysterious figure with the title of Durga may have arrived first in their ears. Just like the police, criminals also always consider who they have reached, or maybe what they will meet in front.
Therefore, no wonder, every corner of the VIP area there were already three four people who pointed their pistols towards the floating figure.
The criminals are courageous people but work behind the law and power. The law and power always scare them. They hide like rats from the radar of the officers. They tried hundreds of ways to buy law and power by bribing the police, paying important people or playing rough, pressuring, threatening and killing to avoid the hammer of power that could hit them.
So it didn't take long for the bosses to order their men to lean on a strange figure that made them panic and uncomfortable in their hiding holes and underground activities.
The barrage of shots was earthy, blowing up the ceiling, the lights breaking apart, creating a fine rain of shard. The music was still on, the DJ had already urinated on his escape.
Wong Ayu appears behind a shooter, then breaks his head from behind. This action is done in the dark where the rays come only from the spewing of pe*luru longsongan and dying illumination.
The party hall suddenly became bright. Two armed guards saw a burst of flames right in front of them. The light persisted, along with the cries of the two guards earlier whose bodies were burning.
The cries of the commands spoken alternately adorned the room. Panic, fear, curiosity and anger are scattered in the words maki scorn, obscene and dirty.
The party-goers who were almost all clients and drug-buying offenders of these bosses bore witness to a supernatural massacre.
The people in the VIP area collapsed one by one in the dark - though now it was light as two bodies were burned and the fire was still licking whatever was left in their bodies - with it was too horrible to describe
Blood pooled on the floor, they were screaming hysterically.
Guests left in the room because their feet were too frozen because of fear running through their backbones are now victims of panic shots blindly by panicked criminals. They looked down, lying flat on the floor, crying fear of death. Those who unlucky to collapse with a hot lead memis hole in the body, either dead or seriously injured.
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These two groups of thugs made it out of the killing grounds. The eight of them, ran down the corridor as fast as they could.
A black figure was in front of them. They did not stop, instead shooting at the figure in the middle of the hallway.
Mimics of their hot lead nothing seems to hurt the shadow.
James received each shot with a smile. The energy in his body was full.
With fast movements, the enemy's life becomes the game.
He threw it against the walls, floor and ceiling. It stomps, tearing, piercing the body with fingers. It cuts and cuts. It bites!
Body pieces filled the corridor with blood into wall paintings and pools on the floor. All eight of the thugs were no survivors. James with a high degree of precision kills with sadists and cold-blooded, criminals who have indeed committed extraordinary crimes.
These eight thugs two years ago were involved in a mission to burn forests in the interior, the theft of rare animals, the killing of local officials; families; as well as some rangers for refusing and trying to thwart their activities. These two groups of criminals deserve their reward.
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Shouts of panic, terror and horror enslaved all over the floor. The man who runs like fidelity, the entrance of fear splits like water into the rocks when they get the animal figure standing in front with all four legs.
The tiger-like figure became a white-haired event with fangs sticking out of its mouth that was completely inhuman anymore. The muzzle rose, sniffing trying to find the smell of pedophile rancidity that existed among the visitors.
This place is really a place to party, Maung thought. Sarti and Wong Ayu were dancing with blood splattered music on the third floor. He himself has been targeting two predators**** who specifically work to find their prey at the crossroads, offering assistance to the child buskers, he said, seduce them to take them to a restaurant they have never been in for a lifetime. After that, it was obviously not difficult to smother and molest the children.
Maung. Replied with terrified cries of the visitors who attached their bodies to the wall.