The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Verse Eighty and Three
They've been here.
Bandi stretched out her arms. The delicate creatures in the form of shabby pocongs, kuntilanak and sundel bolong pale-faced, beastly demon and formless genie floated closer to the body of Bandi. These supernatural astral figures possessed the body of the black-scientific thug and tried to pull something out of his body.
Bandi twitched great. Not sweat, but blood flowing out of his pores. Before long the big tear on his chest gave off a round figure as big as a baby's head that was trying to crawl out. The lump was enlarged, forming a head with long black hair, then the whole body really crept out of the body Bandi.
The delicate creatures giggled, laughing hysterically then came out of the body of Bandi and disappeared behind a strand of fog.
Now, the bulge that was pulled out had formed a long-haired skinny figure that quickly crawled over the wall of the ancient tomb fence of red bricks. His eyes were entirely white. But, strangely enough, he was actually faceless. Although it has eyes, but no nose, mouth or other parts that are usually owned by humans. His fingers were long and tapered at the end similar to the roots of trees. The strange and frightening figure turned his head towards Bandi whose body had returned intact, and the tear on his body had also closed perfectly.
The figure of the white-eyed creature is a manifestation of one part of the science of Parang Irang.
On the other hand, the skeleton of the bones is as deep as soot which is also part of the essence of the science of Parang Irang, now slowly fade into smoke and enter slowly into the body through the pores of his skin that for a moment was draining blood out.
A similar figure of the baby's head that was originally inside the body of Bandi had come out, while the black skull instead entered and became one part with his body.
The two different figures of this world looked at each other. The manifestation of Parang Irang plays his head. Her long hair moved along.
"We finish off the bastards now" Bandi exclaimed to the Parang Irangang manifestation.
After that, Bandi jumped high and half flew towards Wong Ayu, James and Soemantri Soekrasana who were fighting. Unnatural, Parang Irang manifestation figure overtakes Bandi by jumping high like a poisonous frog.
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The rest of the special police force team retreated quickly from the battlefield into the dense palm oil plantation.
They ducked down with heavy breaths hiding behind the trunks of oil palm trees. The field in some places makes them feel not really protected.
Nine people in number. Their breaths faltered, unable to believe what they had witnessed earlier. A massacre that made absolutely no sense no matter how they gang-raped it. Just now suddenly many members of both teams were possessed and attacked the members themselves. Before long a group of young men came hunting also with a long machete thirsty blood. They can't die, no matter how many shots hit their bodies, not even their heads. They rise from the dead and attack again.
These nine, the rest of the two special teams were extremely frustrated, feeling a strange and unfamiliar fear and not knowing what to do.
Everyone looked at each other silently as behind the trees they saw a huge shadow that started to show their true form.
The ferocious beasts of unreasonable shape and size growled making their fangs stick out from the mouth cracks with drooling drool. Their eyes and noses move in tandem as prey identifiers and trackers.
These creatures are bahutai, demonic dogs, predators of the human soul. Often they are only seen by certain people because they are supernatural. Unfortunately, people who can see the bahutai clearly are the target of death. Bahutai was sent by the owner or employer to kill the people.
And, the remaining nine members of the special forces squad were able to see the five heads clearly.
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The sound of a firearm eruption was heard barking from the sidelines of the palm trees, accompanied by cries of death of the members of the special team.
Mimics of hot lead rippled through the rough black hairy body that stood at the nape of it. The police are confused. Mimics dart into the flesh, but do not hurt them. Either their fur and skin are too thick, or their magical figure that hides the drizzle.
The members of the special team did not have time to think anymore because their bodies had been floated into the air due to being gripped and thrown on a raw meat tub which when dropped to earth immediately contested another bahutai, ripped, bitten, ripped and chewed are eaten greedily.
Blood and pieces of flesh and bone were splashed and thrown everywhere, including the faces and bodies of other police officers who were still trying to survive. Their faces depicted terror and horror, fear and horror, disbelief and shock, when even the protective helmets of their comrades' heads were smashed, guns crackling broken or twisted mewers.
Not only strong, large and ferocious, the bahutai also moved quickly and nimble for its size. When they were shot at, the figures were distracted, not in pain. They were busy chewing, licking and gulping the victim's blood. It seems that the bahutai really enjoy this activity, not just carrying out the orders of their employers.
One by one the members of the army were slaughtered, finished off in the real artisan, eaten to the end.
Five people back off. Their backs pressed against the palm trees. Until now they can still survive because the bahutai busy eating three of their colleagues until really**** and finished.
The weapons in their hands were no longer threatening. Grasped as a habit only. They really don't know what to do because firing their guns is useless.
They were waiting for their deaths, waiting in line until the bahutai were finished with their food and turned their faces towards the remaining ones. Some even pray that this death is not too painful. Their eyes were empty like those of a dying person.
The awaited time has arrived. Five blood-stained faces turned towards the remaining five members of the Police Force. Five bahutai for five lives.
Weapons in hand are no longer a guarantee of defense, let alone attack. But which soldier wants to die silly without struggle, without resistance, without pride? The five special team members without commanders looked at each other, looking straight through to the heart. They were ready to die, but as true warriors.