The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Thirty Five Verses
Sarti's body crashed into the wall and created several lines of cracks there.
When Sarti was about to thrust his spear into the frontman's chest, he unexpectedly felt there was some kind of wind beating on him so hard. As a result, his slender body behind the red silat shirt floated violently. Fortunately, his power is able to make his body not easily hurt.
Wong Ayu who first saw the creature when forming a perfect figure and solidified. A playful, colorful light beam in the party room that had become this slaughter room. The mysterious figure was still hidden by the darkness. Or maybe the body was formed from a cloud of darkness? Thought Wong Ayu.
But the thought that came to light when Wong Ayu saw how quickly and easily the creature threw Sarti was that, in a sense, the figure was the reason why the magical beacon lit up and called him here.
Wong Ayu extinguished the burning fire in both hands, then unsheathed the hornet hanging on her waist.
"Finally it appears that you are also a slave to the devil! This burglar's nest is where the devil lays his eggs, and you're his guardian" Wong Ayu said.
After saying that, Wong Ayu's body did not just drift this time. But Wong Ayu flew fast, flashed, mengbatkan the figure in the darkness by using his leverage.
There was something unexpected at all that happened that made Wong Ayu unintentionally moan. His body was pushed back and tracked the ground.
Wong Ayu looked towards his hand that was grasping the sharp blade of the weapon. It broke into two parts. The taper was submerged in a pool of blood on the floor. Wong Ayu stared at the rest of the hilt and half of the blade she held, then threw it to the floor.
The figure stood quietly. One hand that turned out to be dark because it was covered in various motifs with black gradations, lifted to cover his head that was wearing a kind of bird head-shaped cover with a curved beak down. One other hand was pointed forward, used just a moment ago to push Wong Ayu.
The figure turned around, surprising the twenty criminals who were now reduced in number who were still breathing almost half of it.
Wong Ayu could not accept his shock, let alone the figure as if turning away from him. He will not break from this fight. But before Wong Ayu could act, Maung drove from the darkness towards the figure of the face filling the body.
Maung jumped and managed to pounce on the mysterious figure from behind. Without waiting for more time, Maung's fangs locked the nape and the ten claws as hard as steel tried to penetrate the skin of his target.
For a moment the figure seemed like a victim who was ready to be torn apart by Maung, as if just waiting for his body to be crushed. But a split second the body was only moving to follow the pull of sharp teeth Maung, like an electric pole swayed by strong winds but did not manage to bend let alone break it.
More shocking events then happen. Right in front of the also bewildered criminals, Sarti, Wong Ayu and Maung themselves, the dark body faded quickly, becoming translucent and touch-transparent.
Maung claws and bites the air. The hornbill-crowned soot body is now behind Maung, wrapping his arms and choking back Maung's thick hairy neck. This time, even Anggalarang who was in the body of the white tiger demon also felt suffocated as well. An event that can almost be said never happened.
Seeing this Wong Ayu teleported. His body disappeared and appeared instantly right on the side of the black figure that strangled the neck of the white tiger demon and Anggalarang inside. Wong Ayu pounced with both hands open, smoldering red like wet lava.
Sarti is moving. The pace of saifi wind makes it able to walk on the wall or upside down on the ceiling because of the rapid movement. The sharp end of the New Klinthing spear shimmered in the dark, splattered with colorful disco light rays darting ready to pierce the enemy.
Maung, who was almost twice normal, fell to the floor, not because of the giggles, but more because it was rejected by the dark black figure loudly.
The pair of eyes of the figure saw a red spout on the walls and ceiling and headed towards him. Sarti's incredible speed was even recorded slowly motion for a figure who was clearly James's.
James Yakob brushed aside the spear of Sarti, seeing the eyes behind the pale-skinned banner mask widen in shock that his attack had succeeded in tepis.
James Yakob gripped Sarti's face, smashing his wooden mask into fragments that fell down like rain . Sarti thrust his spear, but his arm was also firmly grasped with the other hand of the mysterious figure. Sarti floated in the air with his skull and arm bones continuously squeezed, and if left unchecked, those steel-strong hands would crumble his bones.
Wong Ayu and Maung attacked almost simultaneously. The two of them slid as fast as an arrow released from his bow.
Santi's body hit Maung, James Yakob threw it easily. Both fell on the floor.
Wong Ayu was fooled to see his two partners mentally like a bowling pin so he did not expect that the soot body of the bird's head covered figure faded like black smoke. Wong Ayu pierced through the empty air.
When James Yakob re-formed a whole body, Wong Ayu teleported and appeared quickly, as fast as a camera flash shot attacked his enemy. The two figures attack each other in the most magical and supernatural way that has only been seen by the thugs during their lives.
James and Wong Ayu disappeared and appeared, fading and solidifying. Wong Ayu spouted fire, clawing with fingers as a liquid as lava. James was butting like a wild boar, flapping like two eagle's feet. This happened on top, almost heading the ceiling of the large hall with disco lights circling and flashing across the room.
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A pair of Affandi's feet finally stepped on the earth of Borneo. All the energy crept out of the ground reaching his feet. He was ready for the mission he had been given.
The view looks forward, past the harbor building, colorful giant containers that from afar pile up like toy Lego building blocks.
The dawn was about to disappear, the sky almost cracked open with sunlight peering behind it.
Affandi did not drag his feet, but stepped firmly and firmly, surely and undoubtedly opened the magical gates of two-dimensional union for the creation of absolute power, the pleasure of burning like an eternal fire that could not be extinguished.