The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse of Enampuluh
Soemantri Soekrasana heard Wong Ayu's voice in her head. He felt silly because of the shame Wong Ayu entered his mind, but he was not at all surprised by Wong Ayu's ability on this one so Soemantri Soekrasana immediately spoke seriously.
"The key is the ghosts, Yu. Satria and the astral reinforcements explained to me. The red kuntilanak also turned out to be unaffected by the power of the next village. This is because he decided so," replied Soemantri Soekrasana.
"Wait, Satria you said, Soemantri? Satri Piningit?"
"Yes, Yu. Satria Piningit's. Your childhood friend, Yu. Which we meet at ...."
"I knew. Why is he here? Is she with you now?" cut Wong Ayu.
"Later I explained it. The point is Yu should focus on the ghosts. I also just found out this time that the ghosts have their own desires. Crazy, right? They were exactly the same as the young men who rose from the dead. They are imitated with strength, devotion and power that abound. What's more expensive than money, Yu? Yes ... Power!"
"Then, what should I do? Sarti was facing the young men who seemed reluctant to return dead. They were continuously intact and rose again from the dead" retorted Wong Ayu.
"Satria came with reinforcements. Apparently only ghosts can fight ghosts. The supernatural beings gathered here through the dimension and the curtain of boundaries. The only way, Yu had to use a similar strength to fight them. It's free to fight young men, if ghosts don't lose power. I still do not understand how it works, but Satria explained that the key is in the supernatural creatures," said Soemantri Soekrasana.
Satria Piningit's name was repeated, making Wong Ayu very curious. Where is the role of this man in their story? Has Satria Piningit indeed been outlined as cross-linked and related to the Angkara Chess?
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Unseen battles are nothing like anything imaginable, especially compared to battles between humans with traditional or modern weapons.
The residents of the elite housing only saw the greatness behind the fog, strange colors spread and exploded here and there. In a few seconds they would see a pale and terrifying face burst through the air and make their hearts slash back.
But visually the inner Soemantri Soekrasana, which he saw quite clearly and clearly:
Jin Obong, a large feathered astral figure, blood red-eyed, sharp-nailed black and fanged taper sticking out of his mouth jumped up and hung on the body of a tall giant figure. The two wrestled and clawed and bit each other. Their astral bodies penetrated the building.
Chandranaya the red kuntilanak was floating, screaming shrillly. All kinds of kuntilanak and sundel bolong crept and floated along screaming. But their cry was a roar of grief and fear.
Yes, the ghostly women are being bullied by the red kuntilanak.
The half-human half-beast demon was swept away by the sword and pierced by the ghost spear of a headless Mataram warrior. They roll, roll, roll, roll, avoid the slash of magical weapons of these supernatural beings.
Priyam the ghost of a teenage boy whose body was on fire as well as his sister, Tarini, a granny ghost with a back and a hollow head, stood to the left and right of Satria Piningit. The gaze of his third eye clashed with the view of Soemantri Soekrasana.
"Good ... Quickly. That housing is where I live. Please help save the citizens who are there," Satria Piningit replied in a loud voice considering they are still in two opposite buildings.
Soemantri Soekrasana saw Maung who was still moving fast and wild, against enemies that could almost be said to be invincible under these conditions. He went downstairs, considering there was a sports motorcycle parked in the garage along with two other luxury cars.
Indeed this ‘kan elite housing complex.
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Anggalarang gasped, aghast in the body of the Maung. His inner eyes worked completely. Not the cluster of scattered ghosts that he noticed, not the lunge of James who disappeared and split and crowded pounded four young men who seemed unwilling to melt, but who did not want to melt, nor did Satria Piningit who stood on the top floor of a house like a commander pasukam and warlord ordered the figure of a sharp-nailed genie full of fur and red kuntilanak soemantri Soekrasana karyib buddy screaming heartbreakingly opening his mouth cavity covered in thick blood, but on a vision that slid into his brain in the form of a full and complete picture.
The Maung stopped trying to attack the four young men who were busy dying and got up, shattered and came back whole, broke apart and returned to the origin. That vision kept him confined in a clear, slick spectacle. He seemed to sit side by side with Maung in a cinema room with a screen that was not only in front of him, but around him as well.
There were black-haired and coarse-grey supernatural dogs growling showing teeth and fangs sticking out with droplets of saliva. Dozens of their bodies as big as an adult buffalo were lined up to form a defensive fence by the sea with legs stuck behind human-tall weeds that continued to shake rustling in the wind. Those stealth dogs are bahutai.
Scattered also behind coconut trees and grass, hundreds of human-like figures are blushing, tapering fangs, tucking nails, crocheting faces, armed with supernatural mandau and mingling with death: invisible soldiers.
The silvery waves illuminated by the light of a perfectly round full moon break wild on the beach. Standing at the forefront of the army of the subtle-beings, the figure of Amin Kelaru, the leader of the army of supernatural beings. Human, but with gods. His body was covered in all sorts of magic and energy. Twisted and formed the head, arms, chest, and legs, intact but seemed virtual.
The wind did not shake the feathers of birds sticking out of the head cover.
The wind is worldly, while it is supernatural.
The waves suddenly split into pieces. The water array becomes a cavity. The waves suddenly become green-colored meandering along the coast. Women troops with war clothes, matching leaves and moss, speary, crimped, crowned quality manicam, pearl-eyed, intend to immediately ferocious, appear poking out of the sea hundreds in number.
When the female troops reached the sand beach, behind them followed a variety of slithering animals that were also giant in stature greening the ocean. Crocodiles and snakes coiled around the beach.
The body of Nyimas Dewi Anggatri is wrapped in glowing green kemben that connects with the same-pitched jarit cloth and additional golden and silvery luster that overlaps. The cloth covering the lower part of the female body meandered so long and wide, floating on the waves covering some of her scaly green snake tail. The waves did not wet Nyi Blorong's hair.
Water is worldly and it is supernatural.
Kandita, Nyi Roro Kidul, with her beauty sucking up nature, shows up with a cataclysmic car jingling through the ocean. Her motley and dense body swayed on the carriage with long blazing-eyed horses.