The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Thirty Six
Wong Ayu did not expect him to get the right opponent. Unfortunately he also did not notice that his opponent was not only able to fight him, but also had beaten his two colleagues who were not ordinary people.
That is why Wong Ayu's body finally crashed soon after into the bar table, breaking all kinds of glass and glass bottles.
A strong alcoholic aroma burst out from where Wong Ayu was thrown. Three shards of glass tore off the robe and scratched his back.
He was about to wake up in annoyance and attack again before similar to Sarti, his body lifted from the floor. James James had suddenly strangled his neck with fingers strewn with it.
The consequences are so incredible. All of Wong Ayu's magic seemed to disappear into the earth. The fire cannot come out of his hands or mouth. His body twinkled like a lamp that was about to go out when he tried to disappear and teleport.
Seeing this opportunity, the three criminals who were still pretentious decided to shoot at Sarti, Maung and James Yakob who were still strangling Wong Ayu. They don't care what kind of formidable creatures are in which position and which side. Clearly, they thought the rioters were fighting each other, they used the opportunity to finish them off.
Sarti flashed dodging, while Maung gasped when a misty of lead lodged in his body: injuring but not as easy as it could kill him.
James James flinching. His back reflects the attack. He still enjoyed the feeling when his fingers tried to burst in and break the neckline behind Wong Ayu's smooth skin.
"The witch who was partying apparently" said James.
Wong Ayu clasped hands as hard as James' steel and tried half-dead to speak. The sound that is heard can still be understood even though dashed. "A bastard like you get paid how much to defend criminals like them?!" wong Ayu said.
James Frowned, not understanding what Wong Ayu meant. He pulled Wong Ayu's still-choked body closer to his face. "I don't care who you really are, and what your interests are in this place. It was you who came here to disturb me by slaughtering people I should have done myself. But especially for Herman, only I have the right to take his life, "James wrote.
"Fuck you! I don't know who Herman is" retorted Wong Ayu, still with his ability to speak.
Soemantri Soekrasana entered through the place where the door should be. He looked down to see shot after shot milling. His brain was spinning fast, his stomach was almost nauseous seeing corpses and body parts scattered everywhere. He was even more surprised when he found Wong Ayu powerless against a figure as dark as night who seemed stronger than him.
Soemantri Soekrasana immediately understood what he had to do.
Soemantri Soekrasana reached into her sling bag, picked up the red and white rice, threw it on the floor. He then bit the tip of his index finger firmly, then squeezed it. A few drops of blood fell on the grains of brown and white rice.
He immediately cast a spell in the Iban dayak language, "Totak alu tumang alu. I'm towu somor pialu. Urang jorah arai land. Parek titan demon land arai. Lokas ku somor lokas. In the outdoor pansang drifting ...."
Disco lights out. The room closed dark in one blink. Then a soft light like twilight appeared suddenly.
The shooters stopped. There were astral figures filling the room and could not be ignored.
If previously the mules could still dare to give a fight to their enemies full of magical power, this time they could not fight what they witnessed themselves.
Herman the boss, who initially managed to show an example of the courage and authority of a criminal group leader, now fell into action to see pale bodies of naked men and women suddenly appear to fill the room. The women's breasts fell, while the men's virility hung freely.
"Take that woman off, brother. Don't you see the victims of hundreds of years? They want to scream to realize that all these passions are in vain" Soemantri Soekrasana said through a voice sent with magic.
"You know what's up to me?!" accuse James James. He replied to Soemantri Soekrasana with a thunderous cry.
But he still released his grip on Wong Ayu and took a few steps back.
Wong Ayu held her neck, coughed and fell to her knees.
"Yu, give Mpu Gandring to me, immediately!" This time Soemantri Soekrasana sent her voice with a different occult frequency to Wong Ayu.
Aware that his magic and magical power had returned, without waiting any longer, Wong Ayu created a ripple of waves in the air above Soemantri Soekrasana's head. A portal opened, knocking Mpu Gandring's dagger right into the young shaman's hands.
James saw Wong Ayu do something and tried to prevent it, but he was too late.
The victims of the murder with the dismemberment of the head hundreds of years ago in the land of Borneo moved in panic when Mpu Gandring clasped in the hands of Soemantri Soekrasana.
The rays of energy waves gushed like pool water in this room. Soemantri Soekrasana raised her keris high and released the energy.
A wave of energy swept the room. James James was thrown against the wall, Wong Ayu was dragged away, Sarti covered his head, while Maung growled as his crumbling, singset, shrunk and slowly disappeared back to his host.
The mules ran out of the room like little children running home in the rain.
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The hotel is ordinary, not a place to stay that contains high-end facilities, after all they do not need this dawn. Satria Piningit looks quite calm, much different from the situation along the road, especially when it has not passed the toll bridge.
Anggraeni, the wife, had returned to bed the twins after waking up earlier. Today, both her twins and Satria Piningit were very calm, not fussy let alone troublesome. Anggraeni is grateful for that. Moreover, the husband is in a very worrying situation.
He has changed clothes with a negligee, cleaning himself and washing his face. Only a few hours to the morning, but enough to force close your eyes.
After leaving Anggraeni from the hotel bathroom, she saw her husband sitting on the edge of a large glass window covered with curtains. Satria Piningit opened the curtain a little, enough for him to look outside, towards the toll bridge and flickering vehicle lights that are still back and forth on the road below.
Anggraeni takes a breath. Still concerned about her husband's situation. "Darling you don't want to sleep?" slowly tanyanya.
Satria Piningit looked at him, then smiled. Anggraeni is not the kind of woman who can be seen in one look. It took two or three times to notice it was only discovered where the location of the herd.