The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse of Enampy Lima
Affandi standing in front of the gate of the entrance of Kampung Pendekar. He saw the paved road he had stepped on, the buildings around: left and right, the sky covered in strands of fog and the humans who now flock - dozens in number - blocking his path. From the corner of his inner eye, there are also various types of supernatural creatures crawling around, floating flying, and rolling around rolling.
Affandi smile.
The young men who were still freshly fit in front of him were the new humans, the warriors who felt their souls had been purified, returned to the earth with immense strength. They are agents of change, the main characters in a storyline. At least that's what they believed.
The old people, the citizens of another 'unelected' Swordsman Village, are now crowding the tombs of the ten founding warriors of the village, seeing the magic after wonder shown in amazement, fervor, and wonder, worship and obedience like a group of people.
They let the younger generation: their children, grandchildren, nieces or younger siblings, lead the world, spewing a burst of pride in their hearts.
Long machetes, crowbars, homemade firearms, commando knives seized from members of the army, Malay badiks and kris, and riveted clubs, and riveted clubs, are some of the weapons that are commonly held by young warriors are not afraid - and can not - die from this Pendekar Village.
Affandi opened his smile even more. Even slowly his body shook with a laugh.
The young men began to grow angry. Their emotionless faces were actually not representative of their feelings and thoughts: who was this lowly human man who dared to come to the Swordsman Village alone? Without fear and undetected? People 'contain', enemies, friends, or ghosts?
The young men approached. Parangs and all kinds of gaman are grasped more tightly to be lined and crammed on the mysterious male figure.
Affandi is now really laughing, hard. He spread out his arms as if to feed his body for the youths to chop.
But a few steps before the crowd swept Affandi's body, he shouted loudly to make the group of young men split like water whipped. Their bodies were thrown like chess pieces that were spilled because the table was kicked.
The paved road of Kampung Pendekar was open, because the youths standing on it had been cleaned up like stubborn dust blown away.
There's a Bandi standing there.
A bulge the size of the baby's head popped and drowned diving in the skin of his body. He grinned, a grin borrowed from the drenched young female figure that floated behind him. The figure of the woman showing off a pair of breasts*the densely tensed air stretched out her two hands, showing the beautiful curvature of her arms and armpits impeccably.
The young men who were thrown - of course unharmed. If injured by hitting a building or crashing into the asphalt, it has recovered - and has re-awakened prostrate, some even flattened its body with the ground, he said, when they see who appears before them.
"Come up, show yourself, your highness the princess!" hiss the magical woman floating half-naked through the lips of Bandi.
Her majestic, magical and clear beauty did not come from this world squeezing every chest. Even the young warrior warriors of Bandi and the demonic woman who felt devoid of emotions and feelings, could not resist the spirit vibration in their hearts seeing its elegance and majesty.
The flickering green cloth floated in the air like the air itself, filling the village with sparks of green. While the long giant snake tail meanders magically at all angles.
"Nyi Blorong who I respect" said Bandi while kneeling solemnly.
The figure of the woman behind him also humbled himself by lowering his gaze even though both of his lips revealed a thin smile.
Nyi Blorong raised both hands, as the smell of fragrant flowers spread throughout the village. No one can match the strength and power of the snake demon queen from the South Sea.
The conversation between two supernatural beings is not a conversation that normal humans want to hear. The multilayered sound grazed the recesses of the heart, as if hearing a sound in a dreamland, was completely inhuman and inhuman. The demonic woman spoke like she was floating on her subconscious, as was the reply of the snake queen, Nyi Blorong.
"Welcome to this land of majesty, the queen. Finally we can meet face to face in the true sense," said the demon queen in the form of a half-naked mole girl floating in the air.
Each of his words was repeated by Bandi as if he was the second voice in a choral order.
Various supernatural beings now dwell frozen stiff like stone. Each feather will bristle even if only feel the wind that blows around the village Pendekar. If ordinary humans were in this place and witnessed all the magical powers and terrible creatures, then his soul would have been tormented uncomfortable, trance possessed not strong will the burden of other natural forces.
Nyi Blorong moved his mighty tail, making his green slabs of scales reflect a weakly glowing golden light in a mist-drenched slip. His body was lifted into the air, high through the white smoke shards as if he was trying to show power in front of the other female supernatural beings.
"You realize who you're talking to, low wadon demon?" nyi Blorong's body grew even more towering. The fabric filled the atmosphere like oxygen. "You think you can talk to me like we're equals, vile creatures?!" shouts back.
All the ghosts of pocongs and kuntilanak, genies, demons, gendruwo, wewe gombel, and other supernatural beings who originally sculpted now kalut. They fly, rustling like sand filling the air with noisy heat.
The young Kampung Pendekar who was originally cold, heartless and feel confident heading the sky is now like a tire without air, deflated. Their guts that they had previously thought were no longer produced after they woke up from the dead, turned out to slowly crawl back up.
"I do have limited power in this land, but not because of being imprisoned like you, demon curse. You can be cunning to deceive blood-fleshed humans by imitating the form of Calonarang in order to get out into this mortal world, but I ... I came and was always present in the form I wanted. I have my own life!" nyi Blorong's voice froze every stream of living beings' veins.
A gray and black striped cat suddenly died suffocating. Rats and rats died. Two bats who were confused about the day suddenly appeared and crashed their bodies until they were destroyed at the village gate. The birds that pass over the village of Pendekar circled and then poured themselves into the residential buildings that are clinging.