The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse of Enamptuh Ninjas
Sarti looked towards Wong Ayu who was still floating in the air. Under them the flames were still burning profusely, gnawing at the formless figures of the young man's body until it was charred, charred and crushed in many parts. Not even Yudi.
"They won't continue like this, Wong Ayu. They will come back intact and continue to fight us until we run out of energy and reason. What do we have to do to fight them? When will Soemantri arrive?" reply Sarti without opening the mouth.
In fact, Sarti was convinced that the bodies when chopped in such a way would return intact with a little slower time than if injured or killed just like that. But he was completely wrong. The scattered flesh was either submerged in their own blood or that charred burning, it docked quickly and formed a perfect whole body again.
The burning Yudi roared, setting his feet high slashing against Sarti. Sarti moved as fast as lightning dodging quickly and deftly. Yudi's burned body passed through Sarti, some screeching from him.
Didn't that person previously not have the ability of this great silat? Think Sarti. How could it be that in a state of being injured, he could even jump such a high?
Confusion Sarti made the inertia mushroomed in his brain. When the woman was hundreds of years old, two young men who had slaughtered in the house of William Tanata appeared to break into the glass window behind her. They were ready to plant their long machetes into the headstones of women over a thousand years old.
Soemantri Soekrasana bergeber his sport motorbike, hit hard two bodies of young men who almost managed to kill Sarti in his life who somehow this.
One young man was thrown away. His legs and ribs were broken so it took some time to heal. While the only one was hit by Soemantri Soekrasana motor sport wheels by a landslide.
Seeing this opportunity, Sarti buried his foot into the young man's head until it was crushed.
"I won't thank you, Soemantri. You know I'm still alive, don't you?" said Sarti looked towards Soemantri who had slammed his motorbike.
"You should be thanking me, Grandma. There will be nothing more exciting than this event than your other life" Soemantri Soekrasana said with a smile.
Sarti snorted indifferently. He was upset by the fact that Soemantri Soekrasana really did save his life just now. He still did not want to die first. The mission still needs to be completed.
Soemantri Soekrasana then looked towards Wong Ayu who was slowly descending to the ground. He then took a bottle of mineral water from his sling bag, drank a little and spouted it to the ground.
He closed his eyes, then read a mantra in Javanese: Paneklukan Braja, to ask for help magical power, "Iki panelukan ing braja ... Hi kekilat kirta kama dewa kamanusan, kang muh ing bongkot ilat kita, .., yes iku kang wisesa ing braja kabeh!"
All the citizens who gathered with all their might away from the battlefield looked like a group of ants avoiding fire. However, they were still able to clearly see the glint - we were weak light from behind the flutter of mist pox. Even the swirling air they could feel was so strange. The fur is goosebumps and the stomach churns like it is jolly. The subtle creatures that they had seen clearly, were now glowing in their eyelids, as if they were now in a dreamland, between nothing and nothing.
However, for Sarti, Wong Ayu, Soemantri Soekrasa and the young people of Pendekar Village who have been intact, the energy that exploded around Soemantri Soekrasana is clearly visible.
Tarini, the ghost of grandmothers whose backs and head were hollowed open also appeared on the other side of Soemantri Soekrasana a moment later. The body of the ghost who was Priyam's younger brother in his past life seemed to melt, scatter and glow. The ghosts grew increasingly confused and suddenly they cried out loud, when from behind the body of Soemantri Soekrasana, the figure of Chandranaya the red kuntilanak appeared.
The figure of a red-clad female ghost floated above the head of Soemantri Soekrasana who was still reciting a spell. His two eyes glared blood like a waterfall. His mouth was wide open shouting loudly deafening the magical hearing of the delicate creatures.
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Yudi felt his blood bubbling up to the crown. The anger with the blood gets worse.
He just returned from the dead. The pain he felt from the flames roasting his body was not worth his hatred.
Fortunately, Yudi was not stupid. He deliberately took something from nature there, from a different world, a place where lust is nourished and spoiled. Whatever he wants gets a reward. He had tasted the great power that flowed and waded in his veins, nerves, skin and flesh fibers. And all of that is delicious.
Now, it is time he did not just taste and taste, on the contrary this time he will eat the magical food greedily like a crowd of hyenas prey on a tasty carcass or the results of the seizure of a male lion.
The ghosts in the fog, stuttering and gamam find a young man who suddenly appears and brings with him other ghosts that threaten and intimidate supernatural beings who participate with their young leaders.
This can't be allowed!
Queen of the world, across, together with a male figure named Bandi who gives strength and offers immortality to the Swordsman Village, it is clear that the demons in the form of animals and other horrible and disgusting creatures, the ghosts and the unsettled spirits who die suffering or curious, as well as the jinn that humans use, will be given the option to be free from the nature of their memory and repetition in the world, so that they can be free and live life according to their own wishes.
It seemed impossible that ghosts and other supernatural beings were given such a choice. Ghosts in particular, are entities in the form of recordings of human consciousness that have ever lived. Ghosts themselves are not human.
However, with the superpower's supernatural abilities of the female-shaped majestic creature, it seemed like anything could happen. The proof, Yudi has died and shown life in a place that can not be compared with anything. In that place lust, lust, passion, ambition, anger and hate: anger, anger, is not evil. They are not things to be avoided, suppressed and planted deeply. Instead, they are celebrated, celebrated and celebrated as a supreme achievement.
He and the other young people of Pendekar Village have been given assurances that they will enter nirvana, yes ... Heaven! A Paradise with a different concept to what is commonly known and known to all people of religion and belief. Reversed instead.
On condition, bring along as many people as possible who become prospective heaven as they after first becoming a team.
Of course he agreed, who wouldn't? Thought Yudi.