The Angkara Murka
The Forty-First Book of Soldiers
The astral creatures besides going back and forth and appearing lost at will, not a few are attached to the bodies of young people who die and come back to life. This includes Yudi, the mother's own son.
Mak Yudi saw a look of pride and manhood emanated from Yudi's pair of eyes. Meanwhile, at the same time, there was a black figure like a shadow hanging on the young man's back. The black shadow was like the dirtiest and most evil burning smoke ever. Clumping, coiled, dense as well as gas, attached to Yudi's back.
Mak Yudi remembers her late husband. If her husband saw this situation and witnessed how the son had risen from the dead transformed into a manly figure like his late father, the respected village swordsman of his time, laying the foundation of family pride, and, obviously the husband will have a taste in his chest.
But Mak Yudi used to marry a cowardly and weak man. Her husband died of heart disease, not because he was shot by police or fighting with thugs and other village champions. Even the death of the husband was young for his age at that time, in his late forties. Maybe once he died because he could not stand the nature of his wife who was not only bad or chatty, but also a prosecutor, wasteful, wasteful, full of envy and spite and all the evil traits possessed by almost all the women of the Pendekar Village. And they are proud of it, except for the husband of course.
She wants her husband to rise again and see that Yudi, their son, grows up dead and comes back to life as someone who does not imitate the timid nature of his father. Mak Yudi wanted to laugh mockingly in front of the spirit of the husband.
Yudi embodied being a true swordsman, a champion. More like her father than her husband. The feelings of the mother are like those of women who cry when they see the coronation of their sons into the army or the police for example. The little difference is that Yudi had died and now woke up with the ability to multiply like an adiwira, adisatria, swordsman, champion ... The hotshot!
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Satria Piningit hugged his wife tightly. Anggraeni himself is confused with what the husband does. It seemed so heavy the burden borne by Satria Piningit. Funny thing is, Anggraeni does not remember what happened a while ago. He does not remember being visited by Chandranaya the Red Kuntilanak.
Satria Piningit was still silent, then she hugged her two slumbering twins, until the explosion occurred.
Waves of explosive energy and sound swept through the area near the toll bridge. The walls shook, some parts of the glass cracked and broke, the floor swayed and the earth basically shook.
Satria Piningit raised her two children, grabbed Anggraeni and chanted out of the hotel room.
Anggraeni still had time to reach Ngalimun from the hands of Satria Piningit, so that her husband could focus on holding Priyam. Both of their children must have been crying from shock. It is a matter of life and safety for all of them.
The two ran along with another human groove, the hotel guests, who rushed frantically out of the room, flocking to save lives according to instinct even though everyone also did not really understand what was going on
Only Satria Piningit knows.
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The explosion shook the city. Maybe not all buildings and places feel the immediate awesomeness of the effects of the explosion. But his voice and murmur spread faster than even the lightning in the sky.
Panic of possible natural disasters such as earthquakes, until the alleged attacks of the terror members continue to emerge while the information circulating is still limited to rumors, allegations and even hoaxes.
The officers were even forced to cover up an incident that they themselves could not explain: dozens of people lying down, sleeping so soundly on the riverbank near the old pier was saved from a shipwreck just under the bridge that exploded and was cut off.
They were not unconscious from fainting as expected. So natural the possibility if some people are unconscious after successfully escaping from an incident that threatens their lives. These people may be too tired to fall unconscious.
When they woke up, they still had time to stretch their bodies as if they were really in a long sleep condition.
Even stranger, they don't remember what happened.
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The morning came early because of the explosion. The flame shot out its rays filled the space, replacing the new sunlight that would arrive.
The four members of the Angkara Chess stand side by side across the dark river, behind tall and lush trees. They crossed by teleporting Wong Ayu, watching the crowd at their place rescue the shipwrecked passengers.
Contrary to what happened across here, darkness creeps and shields the area like a pair of giant bird wings.
Wong Ayu immediately stood in front of his comrades. "Do you feel the same way, Soemantri?" said it.
Soemantri Soekrasana nodded steadily. "It all starts here, Yu. I don't know who blew up the bridge, but there was clearly an initiator who was also somehow enslaved by the power that the demon queen offered."
The Anggalarang is now speaking. "They cut off contact with the outside world. Is that possible? Isn't it possible that the police will also be in a group to storm this area?"
"Nobody cares about this place, Anggalarang. Take a good look at the progress of this place inversely proportional to what has been made across there. This place is like an abandoned area. The right location for the devil's nest," said Sarti.
"Unfortunately we are both unable to conclude anything in the meantime. What is clear is that we have been carried and directed to this place by these supernatural signals. Then, we will continue and finish until the end" replied Wong Ayu.
Indeed, much is unknown to the members of the Angkara Chess, including that Bandi needed a day to form his army and enslave those who opposed his rule ... Sinewed.
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Not many people know that the only bridge as access to the city from the residential complex area around Kampung Pendekar has been destroyed, collapsed and cut off.
Even now that they had heard the huge explosion, it took them more than thirty minutes to realize that something had happened.
Some residents took the initiative to go in the direction of the arrival of sound and light that exploded illuminating this dawn space.
Satria Piningit has successfully crossed the old toll bridge. But Mr. Jerry, Mr. Norman and a young husband, Setya, a neighbor of the Satria Piningit house complex, decided to go together to drive Mr. Jerry's car to see what really happened.