The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors the Segment of Limapuh Sembilan
Subtle creatures that pervaded the building flickered to the surface. Their form is faint as a fog when seen with the naked eye.
Soemantri Soekrasana was shocked. "They're different. I'm wrong! I thought they were here because they were forced and enslaved by that demonic power. In fact, they are the same as the resurrected humans. Subtle creatures are persuaded, offered beauty, imitated strength and power," his eyes widened. "What kind of strength is this?!"
He took a pinch of flowers from his sling bag. Sprinkle it on the floor, take a bottle of mineral water and spit out the contents. Not enough, he bit the tip of his index finger until it bled and squeezed more blood out.
With blood as ink, he wrote a spell with the Javanese hanacaraka angkara on the floor while reciting the mantra he wrote,
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Sakeh lara apan samya bali | sakeh ama pan samya miruda | compassion pandulune | saking braja luput | kadi kapuk tibaning wesi | sakhing wisa tawa | sato galak tutu | wood ang weak sangar | songing landhak guwaning wong weakly tilted | myang pakiponing peacock ||
The subtle creatures were screaming, hissing, crying, growling with anger. Soemantri Soekrasana felt with her sixth sense that all the subtle-bodies were looking at and eyeing her.
His spell was not strong enough. The creatures are getting louder.
He felt his sling bag back, feeling the contortion of Mpu Gandring.
"Don't! You'll run out of free energy. This army of supernatural beings is only a road opener. How will you go hand-in-hand to help Wong Ayu and Sarti fight the real power?" exclaim someone.
Soemantri Soekrasana looked up to find the source of the sound that felt not so foreign.
Satria Piningit is on the other side of the building.
Soemantri Soekrasana saw the figure of the man she had not long known standing there. All around him were shimmered and flickering supernatural figures. The ghostly figures were of a boy with burns all over his body and one of his eyes seemed to be popping out, jin was large with feathers filling his body as well as black claws sticking out on his fingers, the figure of a pale-faced hunchbacked grandmother, a figure dressed in ancient Javanese warrior clothing complete with unsheathed but headless swords, and ... floating red kuntilanak with eyes draining tears of blood.
***
Dozens of long-mannered youths, half of the blades were rusty, some bare-chested, some not minded by his clothes, forcibly roared into a middle-class residential complex.
The residents of this middle-class housing are as lucky as the elite complex next door, covered in cold sweat, exhausted and guts even the spirit of life because it is terrorized with all kinds of disgusting and scary-shaped supernatural creatures. They all came out of their homes like fish swimming into nets to the young men of a fiery-eyed hell.
The red brilliance scribbled the air on the sidelines of the fog. Sarti the soulless killer as all his emotions were hidden behind a pale, heartless Panji mask, clinging to whipping with curved celurites in action on a stage.
Two young men suddenly scrawled on their bodies, skin and flesh opened wide like a zipped bag.
Parangs held back the onslaught of Sarti's roaring calurit. Sparks are like fireworks set in such a way as the rhythmic tones of death.
Sarti imprinted his foot on the ground, chipped high and landed crouching on the roof. Everyone saw this incident in disbelief. The red figure above looks mysterious, scary but at the same time also majestic behind white fibers of fog. Wasn't the figure an adiwira, who they should expect to be providing help and assistance?
The two bodies of the young man who were torn and spilled blood re-recovered in too short a time, connecting, closing like never happened.
The sound of "Uuhh.." long out of the mouths of the citizens who stood half-down, as if about to be hit by the ruins of the sky.
The sound suddenly turned into a high and scattered "Aaakkhhh ..," when Yudi raised his machete and shouted first, commanding all forms of red black white, red black white kuntilanak, and red black white pock, as well as demons of various forms fanged white furry black red-eyed to attack.
People swim in dreamland. Those horrible creatures are unreal but they clearly exist. The ground they were burning, the air they were breathing even the body they had turned into something foreign.
They collide, fall, crawl, try to run helplessly, just more hysterically as the kayang-clumped Lastri calves move quickly towards them, or the broads cling to their backs. Six ghostly pale-faced children in clothes slept drenched in blood rolling before them.
The young men smiled at this, including the two people who had been hacked by Sarti and were now prosperous again. They raised their machetes, glanced at the Sarti who was still crouching on the rooftop, then dashed forward towards the citizens who were like fish grazing inside a mesh rope.
***
Wong Ayu opened her inner eyes. Astral, supernatural beings milling about. He closed his eyes and shook the signal of inner communication to Sarti.
"What do you see, Sarti?" wong Ayu said at the head of Sarti the Ratna Manggali.
The thousand-year-old woman gasped. "Wong Ayu, are you talking in my head?"
"Yes. You know telepathy? Extra-sensory perception?" wong Ayu said.
Sarti grunting. "You're really going to talk about this now, Wong Ayu? I'm much older than anyone on this earth, of course I know what telepathy is. What I'm asking is, what did you do to my mind without permission?" reply Sarti slightly snapped.
"Good, fine. I'm sorry, Sarti. But I need to call you right away. I saw a lot of ghosts and demons fluttering about, just like we expected. They were arranged like puppets by a greater power. The demonic woman disguised as your mother, Calonarang, must have somehow managed to use another person as her main pawn" said Wong Ayu.
"I'm not sure about that, Wong Ayu. I see things a little differently in the behavior of these ghosts. Try asking Soemantri," replied Sarti still through telepathy. "While the young men from the village next door have knowledge that is also unusual. It is not an immune science of some sort, rawarontek or pancasona. They have an amazing self-healing ability fast and almost perfect, practically they can not die. Call Soemantri right away, maybe he knows something. I have to hold them back before there are any casualties" Sarti said. With an unknown ability Wong Ayu, surprisingly, Sarti decided to telepathically telepathize Wong Ayu and chipped down.