The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Seventy and Nine Verses
After all the creatures appeared, Satria Piningit tried to communicate with them.
"I'm sorry if I had to ask you to step back. But my friends, even innocent people will be the victims of the evil from that village, the village from which you came, Soelastri," Satria Piningit said through the ripples of her magical communication wave.
In response, Soelastri's ghostly body rotated on its axis strangely and fragmented. The sound of crackling explodes from within the body of the adi kodrati. There is no answer in the form of language by Soelastri. However, the ghostly figure then crawled kayang so quickly and impossible to do by humans, towards Kampung Pendekar and disappeared just like that.
Priyam's body gave off a thick burning smell. The figure of Tarini who was next to him gripped Priyam's hand. Both fade in the air and also disappear like Soelastri. As for Jessica Wu, blood flowed profusely from the large crack in her forehead. His red clothes were getting reddened by the blood melt. He opened his mouth which was also full of thick red liquid with a wide. The pale face of his corpse was clearly visible from behind the long black hair dangling. Jessica Wu floated like a shadow, then also disappeared dramatically.
The four ghostly figures did not give any answers. However, both Satria Piningit and James understood that all ghosts decided to help them.
Satria Piningit looked at James.
"Well, you can come down now James. Even ghosts have compassion and a conscious desire to help humans. You don't have to run out of energy to eliminate those basically dead young men, James," said Satria Piningit.
James prepared to kick his body to break down every particle and atom of his body. But then his body went back. "Why don't you come with me to solve this problem Satria Piningit?" yakobus said suddenly, mentioning the name Satria in full. The tone is very mysterious.
Satria Piningit frowned. "I can't do anything. Or, you mean, this Jin Obong?" the figure of Jin Obong standing tall loomed behind Satria Piningit. Its black, rough and dense body feathers bristled.
"Both of you" answered James.
Seeing Satria Piningit not understanding what he meant, James chuckled again.
"You really don't know your potential, do you? The genie is similar to the ghosts of Mariban and gendruwo. He can touch humans, hurt them, and even kill them. On the other hand, it has similar characteristics to the ghosts you sent earlier. But to do two tasks simultaneously, killing the young men as well as expelling the ghosts that dwell in their bodies, is not an easy job for him. For that, your genie needs a host. Probably the same as the white tiger demon inside your other friend's body. The difference is, he is possessed by a tiger demon spirit. The jin mu ... As I said earlier, one kind of special and different creature, "reviewed James James. Just this time Satria Piningit heard the mysterious figure speak at length, although it was still in a low voice.
"Your explanation makes sense. Then, how should it be? Who should Jin Obong possess in order for his power to multiply and be effective against the army of young men and his ghosts in the village?" ask Satria Piningit.
James smiled faintly. He looked at Jin Obong using his inner eyes, then said softly to the giant creature. "This is the time you showed your devotion." After that, the body of James that was full of the figure now completely shimmered broke and disappeared.
Satria Piningit scratched her non-itchy head. He was confused by the meaning of the mysterious figure that irritates. But when I realized I had the answer, it was too late.
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The young man who had Sarti stabbed through the chest with a New Klinting spear was back awake. He rubbed the blood melt on the chest of the former he had been stabbed and made him have to die. He so confidently raised a crowbar over his head to attack Sarti. The one who will be attacked is ready with his spear, returning to deliver the enemy to the afterlife for the umpteenth time. Sarti did not care anymore, if necessary he would chop his opponent up hundreds of times.
Suddenly, the young man gasped. The fallen crowbar tumbled over the asphalt before he could make an attack. There were five pointed and black nails piercing through his chest and stomach from behind.
The young man's face showed disbelief. The pain that shocked his entire body was so real, it was even more intense. His life slowly rose above his head and floated flying.
The figure of a ghost without arms and half of the head was destroyed so that the yellow fluid of the brain that was bubbling out was uprooted along with the life of the young man. At first the ghost separated from the young man's body, then walked floating on the ground slightly shaken, as if trying to understand what was going on. However, before long the middle-aged male ghost opened his half-living mouth to scream even though the only sound came out like a person suffocating. Before long his astral body was torn, broken and burst into pieces and lost in another dimension.
The body of the young man who had now been completely killed was lifted into the air and then thrown hard with ease like a lump of rotten meat. His body crashed into one of the houses so that it adds to the destruction of its apparently bad form.
Sarti glares. He returned to prepare his horses. What other creatures are appearing now?
It was true, there was a figure of half-human monster who was now standing tall in front of Sarti, where the previous young man who had returned alive earlier was. One of the two hands of the figure whose long, sharp-clawed fingers dripped blood. His black-furred, ragged body puffed up from the torn clothes he was wearing. Fangs sticking out of his mouth were filled with an array of teeth that were just as sharp and pointed.
Although this figure is tall and bulging, Sarti can see clearly who is behind the body like gendruwo or the ghost of Mariban. His extremely animalistic face was still showing a certain expression that was otherwise very human. That was why Sarti slowly relaxed his horses and guard. There is a kind of awareness that danger is not with him at the moment. The creature in front of him was definitely not a threatening figure.
After living for hundreds of years, Sarti has learned how he must trust his own instincts, especially in precarious, critical, threatening and dangerous circumstances.
Facing the terrifying creature that had just killed the young man who was his opponent earlier, the sense of danger slowly dimmed. So, Sarti lowered her spear on the side of the body, then watched the figure closely.
Sarti the Ratna Manggali frowned. Heart melos.
"Satria? Satria Piningit? Is that really you?" exclaim Sarti did not believe.