The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Seventy Limapuh
Nurdin seemed to wake up. He looked back, at the crowd of people who were dazed, floating like they had been dreaming. They have no power to empower logic or apply common sense.
Nurdin tried to compile all the information like spotting spots did not form this pattern. However, he had just shot a young man in front of him. That guy flinching. He had seen a tall giant appear before his eyes. Just now he saw two of his colleagues bleeding unhurt, with a look that made them 'not' them.
Black magic!
It was the only lightning conclusion he could explain himself. There was a strange power playing around in this place.
"Mas Rudi ... Juwanto ...," said Nurdin calling the names of the two people he knew well.
He is now in a difficult situation to explain. He felt guilty leaving his two friends at the guard post. Now he is afraid of their presence.
Mr. Rudi Suwarno turned his gaze towards Nurdin and locked him there. "People have been trying to pluck the news in the brains of others for centuries, through religion, through the belief that hell is full of suffering, heat, bad and rotten. We've been there, Nurdin. They're all lying! Hell is full of beautiful creatures. You will never see wide and mighty wings as colorful as the colors of the world, except in that place. The blazing fire is the fire of spirit, the fire of passion that will not be extinguished. The flames give you a lot of energy to enjoy the menu of hell orgies," he explained at length.
Nurdin. "You're dead, Mom?" abugn. Nurdin again raised his rifle and pointed it at Pak Rudi Suwarno.
Nurdin seemed to have been pushed back by an unconscious force within him that had appeared banging his courage back.
He opened fire at Pak Rudi Suwarno, right on his chest. Mr. Rudi Suwarno gasped, as did Parulian and other citizens.
There was only a thick plume of smoke as a mercon eruption in the fabric berlobang Pak Rudi Suwarno. Meanwhile, the person himself remained upright standing.
"Don't come back when you're dead! If hell is as beautiful as you say it is, go there. Take hell for yourself" Nurdin said in a slightly trembling but loud voice.
Pak Rudi Suwarno and Juwanto laughed. "We are still given the task to invite as many first-timers as possible, only to be able to enjoy the place. Never mind, Nur, invited to be happy if you do not want to," replied Pak Rudi Suwarno smiling like a demon. There was no sign of him getting hurt.
The complex citizens who were originally in a daze, became increasingly feeling strange but also filled with overwhelming fear.
Moreover, then, one of the four young men, probably who had been shot by Nurdin with the rifle, lifted his long machete and advanced quickly to slash at Nurdin.
Nurdin retreated and fell. The screams of the citizens rang out, along with the sound of the panicked footsteps of those who ran to save themselves.
Nurdin held onto his chest and felt that his body was nothing short of anything, only his rifle had slipped out of hand and fallen.
The young man's machete that attacked him was stuck to a jet-black figure that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and how.
James James repelled the machete with his arm as strong as steel, as it was covered in various figures with black gradations overwritten each other.
In a matter of seconds, James Yakob immediately pranked this group. It hits, lunges, drifts and hits the enemy. The four youths were thrown into the fence of the house and made it bend. Some soared up to the third floor of the building, breaking into the wall.
James disappeared, playing with the mist, appeared, clutching Juwanto's shoulders, throwing him away. Juwanto's security body was dragged on a residential asphalt road, throwing asphalt, stone and sand shards.
Mr. Rudi Suwarno hit Yakobus Yakob like a rhino.
The young man's body bounced backwards beating the fence of a house. The sound of flashing iron must have made the homeowner panic who stayed at home, afraid to go out but felt threatened by the appearance of ghosts inside.
Yakobus Yakob refused his body so that it glided like a misty, elbowing, hitting and kicking Pak Rudi Suwarno so that this time the body of the senior security guard was bouncy slammed into the garage of one of the elite houses, and the, breaking the iron rolling door and locking the hood of a luxury car parked in it.
The stern face of James James under the beaked head covering of the ivory bird turned towards Nurdin. "Bring all residents out, run as far away from this housing," he said.
Nurdin shook his head trying to wake up after seeing the action of this mysterious figure who had made the elite housing that he had always admired, ravaged like a battlefield in just one breath. He himself remembered to breathe.
Nurdin stood up, then ran away screaming. "Exit .. exit ... exit everything, danger in the house. Follow me!"
Four young men from Pendekar Village woke up and jumped simultaneously from where they had been thrown because of the attack of James James.
The four of them already had quite good speed, agility and fighting abilities, even before they died and were resurrected. Kampung Pendekar has a name that is certainly not without cause.
The body of James shakes, breaks, expands. His body was as thin as the mist itself, so that when pierced by a machete, James was untouched.
Instantly, his body also compacted and swung his arms mimicking the sharpness and shape of a mandau.
The head of one of the young men rolled on the asphalt, loose from his body.
James' arm then fluttered back, penetrating the body of another young man and solidifying as he felt he had grasped the heart of the opponent. Once squeezed, the heart breaks inside. James Yakob yanked him out.
Blood gushed like it was sliding from a water pump.
Two other young men accepted a fate not so far away. The crushed face was flapped and stomped as his body lay on the ground. The head twisted in one hard blow.
Rudi Suwarno and Juwanto looked at each other after seeing the four young men who killed them were now scattered on the paved road.
They laugh cunningly and wickedly. Make James James aware and not too satisfied with the results of his work.
The scattered body parts wake up. The detached head was dragged like a magnet back into his body, perfectly. Fractions of the heart that are no longer shaped, quickly fused and re-entered the cavity of the owner. Torn flesh fibers connect, torn skin closes. Broken face, the neck twisted back intact like a movie scene played upside down.
James James jerked. He did not expect this at all. But he did not have time to think too long because the four young men who returned fit jumped to attack him like ferocious wild apes.