The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse of Enampuh Four
The appearance of astral beings created tremendous panic and fear for the elite police officers. The wounded dragged the bodies as best they could, who were still primed to be cowards, running like the late commander, before the ghosts of Mariban sprung from all directions feasting on them.
The monstrous creatures clawed, tore, bit, chewed, and ate every fiber of meat and sucked and gulped every drop of blood.
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James James stood looking at Maung in the form of a white tiger so-genesis and Satria Piningit surrounded by ghosts whose figures blink, fade, and disappear appear.
He also looked around. Residents stared back at him, Satria Piningit and Maung alternately with mixed feelings: fear and horror, relief from being saved and amazement at what lay before them.
"So, the key to all of this is sending the subtle-bodies to the real hell?" yakobus said with a low voice.
Satria Piningit nodded despite not being sure whose question it was addressed to. After all, the dark figure of James with a bird's head covering and the feathers of the bird sticking out completely cover most of his face, making it difficult to know the face and look of his face.
"That's one way to date that we can know. We have to hurry to the housing where I live to help Wong Ayu, Sarti and Soemantri who are following to help other residents" said Satria Piningit.
Yet James looked indifferent. He turned around without answering and was about to disappear when Maung roared.
James James condensed his body which split a second ago to break into micro particles. He looked towards the slowly changing Maung.
The white feathers go into the pores of his skin which also shrinks along with his whole body until Anggalarang who stood slightly bent with a torn shirt but with rubbery shorts that are still intact appears replacing the Maung.
The citizens gasped.
"I understand you're about to directly attack this dark powerhouse coming from. We also want to do the same. But, without underestimating your power, I think it's good that we do it together with a plan. You've been present at this estate already showing evidence that you care about innocent people, James. We were misjudging, but clearly you're not part of the demon from that village. So, let us who are endowed with strength and power to fight them better together help each other," said Anggalarang.
James said nothing. He jumped high and darted away.
"Sat! I have spoken at length even left alone," said Anggalarang annoyed.
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Soemantri Soekrasana bergeber motor sport loan - if it cannot be said 'the theft' - cut the increasingly thick pieces of fog in layers. Like sheets, the white mist intertwined, making the young shaman's visibility so short.
Just now he was shocked and almost slammed the handlebar of his motorbike when a coffin of a corpse with a green covering cloth flew in front of him. A bundle of pocong poked from one corner where the dead man cut.
Being a shaman or psychic in his modern language and often see all kinds of ghosts, jinn and other subtle creatures, does not make him then become too accustomed. Surprise too often comes bombarding him. For Soemantri Soekrasana, these astral beings always try to speak or provide information in a way that is annoying and upsetting. Especially if they penetrate the dimensional layer and appear for no reason, just passing to show themselves.
"Sat! This place is a country and a small kingdom for them," Soemantri Soekrasana said to himself to see the spirits scattered in all directions. Their missing bodies appeared, came away, floated, floated, flew then disappeared again.
Spooky, horrible, disgusting and sometimes sad-looking creatures appear on the sidelines of the white haze and the dark trunks of oil palm trees. Soemantri Soekrasana understood now that the ghosts and supernatural beings he was seeing were confused themselves. Anyone in the village on the riverbank, who has extraordinary magic power, managed to crack the dimensions between several worlds at once. The free beings milling into one universe to another that seems to be limited only by a thin sheet of cloth, translucent too.
Whoever he is has had tremendous power and power to make wonderful deals for the spirits who are basically wanderlust after their human bodies die. These spirits are entities of energy or human residues that have ever lived. They are memory recordings that keep running, but are played like a broken banded cassette: showing grooves, but distorted, and distorted, it is as if they have their own independent power and strength so that they can have desires and actions regardless of the body and soul of the man they represented or occupied before.
The jinn, gendruwo, wewe gombel, and all kinds of stealth ask to be used and employed by humans. The devil also plays a role in playing there, offering his services to form supernatural creatures as well as magic and dazzling and flaming in the eyes of humans like jewels, diamonds and diamonds.
Soemantri Soekrasana never felt herself holy. He does not consider his work of casting demons and spirits out of the body of a possessed person, disposing of the plague by stinginess and witchcraft, or returning demons to hell are his heroic and noble qualities. He just felt it was necessary. Using the magic and magic that the devil offers to fight the devil is a clever act. Didn't they?
A soul? To hell with his soul will dwell where. Man himself is so evil that he is capable of harming, killing, slaughtering, coercing, enslaving his fellow men vilely and without conscience. Satan is only a medium of human lust. Even without all the supernatural things in this world, evil will always flourish.
Soemantri Soekrasana whipped her iron horse faster when the red figure knew already sitting sideways in the back seat of the sport bike. His two pale thin arms with long inhuman fingers slowly coiled around Soemantri Soekrasana's waist and stomach. The face of the red-clad figure that was no less pale was stuck on the cheeks of the young shaman, grimacing but dripping with tears of blood.
Soemantri Soekrasana held her breath then exhaled slowly. "Sundal! Can't you just show up normally? Keep your body away from me, don't try to flirt by playing around like this. What kind of normal human male would be interested in a kuntilanak ghost like you?" soemantri Soekrasana.
Chandranaya the red kuntilanak giggled horribly and pitifully, as if to say, "Did you miss me, Soemantri?"