The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Verse of Seventy
It's just that, the young people also have to keep the subtle creatures not to be driven away. They must together go on this mission, killing and resurrecting as many people as possible to become followers of nirvana and their Paradise garden. The ghosts keep the flow of power from nature to keep flowing like a river from the mountains. If the supernatural beings leave, the gate will be closed like a dam, making the young men who died will not come back to life. Yudi certainly did not want that to happen.
Although, in fact Yudi did not really understand in detail the reasons behind their mission, and how the ghosts could be driven away, he did not bother. He was only concerned with the grand grand vision that opened before his eyes like it was exploding on the horizon. An absolute truth and reality that seems to be the only truth and purpose in life in this universe.
Until finally, he only felt that there was a group of enemies who came suddenly to give resistance in the form of magic and magic that surprisingly managed to block their goals.
So, Yudi felt it was time to take the supply of power that had been supplied in the world there, behind the thin curtain of dimensions.
Yudi grasped the hilt of his long machete that was partially glimmered faintly by the faintly glowing rays inserted in the fog cavity.
He stuck out his tongue and then cut off part of his body. Blood gushed out profusely from the former elder.
With the cut of the tip of his tongue that bloody, Yudi wrote a kind of ancient symbol or emblem on the surface of the paved road housing complex that is still decorated with traces of blood and his colleagues earlier.
There were arrays of mantras that were deep in heart echoed by Yudi as his hands continued to draw.
When finished, Yudi reattached the piece of tongue into place until it stuck perfectly.
His tongue was back as intact as ever.
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"You sure this is the right way, Wong Ayu?" sarti said through the thoughts conveyed penetrating the vibration of the air. "I've tried to double my speed, but they're getting better. Once two slashes never kill them. They were only badly injured and returned to how they were before I managed to strike back. I need help," said Sarti.
He himself while communicating with Wong Ayu, still continues to flutter attacking the young people of Pendekar Village who even more give the fierce resistance.
"It should be like that, Sarti. I was also helping Soemantri. Ghosts and other astral creatures turned out to be quite powerful. Not only do you need help, but the three ghosts that were brought along and Soemantri felt the same unease. I hope Satria will come soon. It is one of the main keys to this problem. Meanwhile, you have to survive alone, Sarti. Don't die first, we need you and don't know in what time you'll come back to life" Wong Ayu replied.
"Satria? Satria Piningit?" sarti said wondering, a little surprised by the presence of that name in the war that is happening here.
Wong Ayu did not have time to answer anything when Sarti's body crashed into the fence of the building from iron that stretched out loud. A young warrior managed to crush his body violently. Not yet had time to establish his body, two young men shot towards Sarti with a ferocious sword simultaneously.
Sarti kelit, jump, jump, fend off the attacks with his claws. The flaming incandescent flames from the metallic clashing of their sharp weapons.
Sarti suddenly felt his shoulder torn. Blood coalesced in color with his clothes.
Parang Yudi was still stuck there.
Sarti read out the opponent who appeared suddenly as his one hand held the machete blade so that no more still into the flesh of his shoulder, or pulled apart.
Celurit Sarti is less fast, or Yudi is getting nimble. Sarti's sharp and curved pointy blade was grasped by Yudi. Blood seeped from the young man's palm, flowing past Sarti's celurit blade. But Yudi did not show the face of a person who grimaced in pain. The celurite blade slowly but surely bent like a lead wire, lightly by the squeeze of Yudi's hand that was still draining blood.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Every citizen is in a state of high, like himself. I don't know what they saw, I don't know what they've been through. Even William Tanata is not sure if the residents still see supernatural things like him now.
"Darling, you are so beautiful. I can't describe how much I miss dearly" William Tanata told the figure who appeared in his view. In fact, the figure of the subtle creature he was looking at right now was in the most terrible form, namely bloodbath, leaking head and body that stood in a half-bent state was broken.
Jessica Wu's face that was covered in the blood viscous liquid looked at her coldly.
"Can love help those people? Can you help the people of this complex? They are our neighbors who most of us have known well in life. Do something, baby," said William Tanata.
He did not know why he asked for help to the soul of his wife who died that terrible. While living, Jessica Wu, and herself, were not the kind of environmentally sensitive people. They are not husband and wife, or friendly. They are not too dizzy with the circumstances around, although it does not mean that both are always indifferent.
For some reason, this strange, strange and frightening state of affairs provides an opportunity in his life to be able to do something to help others. Don't ask me why, William Tanata really doesn't know.
A pair of Jessica Wu's eyes behind the bloodshed looked at William Tanata deeply. There was no reaction or answer from the ghost. However, before long his body floated up, floating hunched in the air, shimmered, then disappeared like it was swallowed by fog.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Anggalarang body seems to be shed. Even Maung was unable to resist the changes in the body of Anggalarang who forced to take over the form, becoming a human figure. His coarse white hair was sucked into the pores of his skin. So do the claws, teeth and fangs that burst back into the body of Anggalarang.
From behind the fog, appeared a figure that was very familiar to Anggalarang. Not just familiar, but vibrating his heart. That woman who once made Anggalarang feel safe, comfortable, even being herself.
The synthetic body of Kusuma Dewi tore the fog sheet. Hapal orchids are right every corner, bend and curve of the girl's body.
Soemantri Soekrasana did not even notice that Anggalarang had changed, returning the Maung deep into her cage again. But this could be very dangerous. Anggalarangs are prone to attack, and they are in a battle formation. The young shaman was still busy compiling spells and plans to show the enemy while watching the course of the battle.
What happened to Anggalarang? Why did Kusuma Dewi suddenly appear in this place?
"Is that really you, Goddess?" ask Anggalarang not believe it. It has been more than two years since he felt the warmth of his lover's body. For two years he could not forget what happened to the two of them the last time they met.
The beautiful figure of Kusuma Dewi, dressed up slightly above the knee and scored the fit of the curve of his body, looks so familiar and makes Anggalarang carried millions of longing.
The reddish hair of Kusuma Dewi fluttered beating up the thinning fog tear. The black dots at the base of the nose spread to the skin of the cheekbones that were as white as twinkling like clusters of stars in the sky. The charm of the girl is still not faded, not timeless by the time passed, not rusty crusty. At least that is what is in the mind of Anggalarang. His body and soul seemed to be floating high through the dimensions of human logic.
"Akang Anggalarang's. Stop fighting. Come back with me," said the figure of Kusuma Dewi slowly. His voice slid between the air quickly and powerfully melted the self-care of Anggalarang.
Anggalarang. "This is not the case, Goddess. I saw you die in my arms" Anggalarang replied no less slowly.
A mass of fog surrounded them both. Soemantri Soekrasana could not even see what was really happening, other than indeed he was still busy struggling with his thoughts and spells. The sudden fog was like accidentally swallowing the Anggalarang and Kusuma Goddess figures in their own world.