The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Thirty Four Verses
Maung's pair of nyalang eyes did not see the two people he was looking for even though the scent of both was clearly smelled.
Maung jumped into the wall to his right, causing some people to slam because they were hit by the large white tiger's body.
Once hit, Maung broke into the wall and found the two people he was looking for hugging in fear in a corner of the room. Two grown men. One is effeminate, the other looks quite manly with sunglasses and a leather jacket whose arms are rolled up. It was just that this was not the difference, the two of them cried in fear seeing the monstrous creature lifting its two front legs with curved black nails charging towards them roaring.
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"Sat! Only I can't move as fast as they can" muttered Soemantri Soekrasana who ran into the three-story building next to the hotel where they were staying.
His heart is incredibly upset. The loud thump of music that had lit up since he opened the door of the building was heard carrying with him the cries of frightened people in a thin voice.
"Damn! Damnit damnit! Shit!" Soemantri Soekrasana. The three colleagues again carried their own passions. They had completely escaped and were already wallowing in wrathful space.
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The face of the Maung beast was covered in blood. He jumped over a hole in the wall and saw some people not strong enough to stand up let alone run away because they were so afraid or because they were still affected by alcohol or drugs that they ate.
Maung spurred his body in the form of a giant cat through the weak bodies of selonjor on the floor, heading to the top floor.
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Soemantri Soekrasana was climbing the stairs to the second floor when human waves hit her. Panic, fear and a sense of terror adorned their faces. Such are the characteristics when humans are afraid to die.
Soemantri Soekrasana tried to slip between the sweaty bodies smelling of liquor and the rest of the libido that subsided. Sometimes he has to push a little or pull in order to get his way.
He was amazed by the strength of the body of the frightened man. Unexpectedly, their brains were one hundred percent in effect. Fear can make them limp and resigned, or make them stronger and fight for all its potential. Soemantri Soekrasana seemed to hit the rocks.
"What are you guys doing up there, guys?" soemantri Soekrasana sighed with adrenaline.
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Satria Piningit's heart was as tight as his wife's, the difference was that the woman did not know what was really happening, whereas, although she did not fully understand, the difference was that she did not know what was happening, Satria Piningit clearly had the guidance of even the command to at least immediately cross the bridge.
Humans have the head of crocodiles and snakes, while their bodies look like ordinary humans but still look strange and scary. How they moved across the steel plates and beams was not natural at all.
Satria Piningit turned her face, focusing forward to cross the toll bridge. The wife stole a glance at Satria Piningit anxiously but deliberately did not comment. He appreciates the husband. Whether whatever was in Satria Piningit's mind or was going through it, it must have been something so frightening and torturous. He doesn't want to add more thoughts and problems.
The wife finally felt a little relieved when their car made it over the toll bridge. This relief is also seen from the look on the face of the husband who exhales quite loudly unintentionally.
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The third floor was flooded with blood. Sarti crouched down on a billiard table. Wong Ayu floated beside him. His pair of eyes were smoldering and both his hands were still splashing with flames. Before long the red velvet door was thrown into the middle of the room, dislodged from its bolts. The figure of an animal-styled creature entered, walking with its four unnaturally shaped legs. The white fur of a tiger-like creature was stained with blood. There was even blood still dripping slimy on the sidelines of his wide mouth that revealed fangs.
In front of these three Angkara Chess members, there were about twenty people gathered in fear. Not only horrified to see two mysterious human figures with magical powers or terrible creatures, but also to see their friends and criminal partners whose bodies are scattered on the floor, on the couch, on the bar table and billiards and blood pooling on the floor or splashing against walls, ceilings and even DJ devices.
There was a criminal frontman surrounded by his men. All of the bodyguards brandished pistols, sharp weapons or anything that could be used as a weapon. Everyone is aware that most likely their resistance is not so meaningful to see the action of the two figures who slaughtered their colleagues. Not to mention the white tiger demon that looks fierce.
Sarti threw his bloody celurit at the DJ device and smashed it. The sound of live music is silent. "I want to clearly hear your screams before your lives are off the body!" said Sarti coldly.
But unexpectedly, the frontman of a group of thugs and criminals, wearing a white T-shirt, clad in gold chains and a green blazer, flung the bodies of his men. He spat on the floor, "You think I'm scared? I've met hundreds of sun*dals and children of demons like you. Who told you to, huh? Which criminal has this kind of money to rent a bagundal of witches and demons like you? Which coward thought that massacring the ruling groups in this area could automatically take over his power?"
Inevitably Wong Ayu and Sarti laughed. Even Maung growled, an animal language that also showed a keenness of heart.
It turns out that the speech of the chief criminal aka the boss even makes his men raised his morals. They became a little braver because they saw that the person they respected did not show any fear despite how ridiculous the words were for the three monstrous creatures in front of them.
One bodyguard even immediately decided to come forward and fire his gun at Wong Ayu, a clear target for hovering in the air. Perhaps the bodyguard's decision to attack Wong Ayu was based on that reason, the most likely target.
The sound of the explosion was clear, especially since the music was no longer playing. But Wong Ayu was still hovering above, not because the hot lead drizzle did not penetrate his body, but because the shot missed, hitting the pile of a messy sofa. The gunner's arm is now in Maung's mouth with fangs and teeth slipping into his flesh and bones, while a sharp, curved black claw sticks into his hips and chest.
Once jolted, the body was torn and split almost into two parts.
The mixed cries of fear, anger and the desperate act of wetness of the criminals echoed in the room.
The roar of these criminals returned the Maung with a roar, opening his mouth full of blood as wide as possible. Wong Ayu lit the fire from both hands, while Sarti grasped Baru Klinthing in her right hand preparing the horses to chisel the attack.