The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Bajul Bedugal
However, as is known, Girinata was not a weak man let alone a fool. He is just a bastard bajul Bedugal full of lust and lust flowing as part of his blood. It is not difficult to understand that Soemantri Soekrasana will not be attacked in the usual way. The proof, Girinata was even forced to pull a hollow sundel nail on the top of his wife's head to fight the Sekilan Cow which allowed the enemy to avoid all kinds of physical and bodily attacks that were deliberately nailed to harm her.
The two outstretched hands of Girinata stopped at one foot from Soemantri Soekrasana's body. There was a thin smoke as dark as night, knitting out like thin threads moving so fast towards Soemantri Soekrasana.
Surprisingly, the shaman's body did not move dodging. The Sekilan cow once again did not detect the thin smoke as a physical threat. But of course Lembu Sekilan is wrong. Even Soemantri Soekrasana was fooled. He cursed because it was too late to know that Girinata attack was a magical attack that would not be able to be seen by the Lembu Sekilan.
His Keris Mpu Gandring was about to use slashing threads of black smoke through the white fog sheet. However, Girinata's black magic flickered mischievously at the power in the blade of the hundred-year-old heirloom keris. Blood and wrath are the language of both.
Soemantri Soekrasana again cursed, cursed, and swore serapah. It is legal to use objects with a curse background to fight other curses, just like using poison to fight poison. The risk is to heal, or the poison fights back.
And really, that's what happened.
Waringin Sungsang is a pagan science that is said to have been created by one of God's guardians in Java, Sunan Kalijaga, to fight people with black magic who try to claim and oppose Divine greatness. This science is aimed at subduing and paralyzing the enemy without killing him. Moreover, this science is designed against the champions of the cult who have magic and supernatural powers.
But, for hundreds of years, Waringin Sungsang stimulated the evil creative spirit of the practitioners of black magic and heresy to modify this white power into a demon game.
So, it is true, Girinata used the Waringin Sungsang version to also cooperate with the magical energy contained in the heirloom keris Mpu Gandring who in history has killed the maker, namely Mpu Gandring himself, Ken Arok or Ken Agrok the owner who thrust the keris into the body of the blacksmith and later the curse of keris will also kill Ken Arok's descendants in the future. The collaboration of the two cursed things succeeded in making Soemantri Soekrasana fall on her knees. His power is absorbed by the science of Waringin Sungsang. His limp feet did not strongly support his own body weight, as if there were rock rocks thrown over his back.
Soemantri Soekrasana. He could not release Mpu Gandring's keris from his grasp. The heirloom clings like a pacet, a leech, which continues to suck not only its energy, but also its consciousness. Not to mention the additional air of dark smoke Waringin Sungsang that entered the pores of his body, robbing whatever energy was still there and left.
Soemantri Soekrasana's skin shriveled, paled, like blood was absorbed out. His consciousness is getting smaller. It fell to the ground. Every corner of his body seemed to be squeezed hard by invisible fingers.
The subtle creatures peeked out from behind the dimensional curtain. They appear and disappear. Through trees, buildings and other solid objects. No one knows what these ghosts, demons and genies are feeling. What is clear is that they are still confused by the blue radiance from the wavy blade of the heirloom keris of Mpu Gandring which is still tightly grasped in the hands of Soemantri Soekrasana which in a matter of seconds can make it as neat or as possible just killed.
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Raden Ayu Wardhani the Queen of Dedemit sighed in relief after throwing and removing the two trash in front of him earlier without even touching them. The term beast***** might be too subtle for the two young men who for themselves are only insects that live on dirt alone.
Although he was a little disappointed. He should have just killed the two rancid slaves.
Wardhani grabbed the long sheet of shroud he dropped earlier. The cloth back he fastened covered his pair of chest which although tiny but full of it. The red peak of his chest was held upright by the magical passion and satisfaction of the after-killing stimulation it was still clapping protruding from the layer of the shroud.
Suddenly the feeling returned. He still felt a hole in his heart. His instincts sensed that there was a strange vibration centered on one point. At first he was still sniffing and looking for answers about what did.
Finally, the question was answered. A violent explosion of energy shook his soul.
"Mother!" exciting Wardhani. Both of his eyes were wide. She clearly felt something happen to her mother, Marni.
In haste Wardhani ran with both of his bare feet through the foggy night. His body disappeared from the shadow of the orange flame tongue from the village guard post that had begun to run out of food. In another corner, the blaze that burned the two banyan trees had also started to tire of greeting the sky.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Soemantri Soekrasana crawled on the ground, broke through the flowering plants and beloved wildebeest of Mr. Johan's wife so that it made it damaged.
Beside him, just a short distance away, Girinata stood growling. His two pitch-black hands followed the direction of Soemantri Soekrasana. Black smoke continued to twist out from the palm and fingers of Girinata to then surround the body of the young shaman who had been weak.
Girinata's cunning victory suddenly faded to see the effort made by his opponent. "Fuck! Stop you ... Stop that!" his yell.
But Soemantri Soekrasana was already very close to the figure of a huge trembling plume of smoke and rolled to the left and to the right. Just when another swarm of Soemantri Soekrasana's right hand grasping the keris reached the figure, the young male shaman shouted loudly and made his last effort as he could. He threw his body as close as possible to Marni the broad sundel's astral body. Keris Mpu Gandring plunged into the pale calf sundel bolong that became solid.
Now the cries of Soemantri Soekrasana who was weak by the attack of Waringin Sungsang's death were replaced by the terrible cries of Marni and her husband, Girinata.
Girinata lunged towards Soemantri Soekrasana with an outburst of anger. His two black hands formed ten claws.
Strange but very real clearly visible on the eyelids, heirloom keris Mpu Gandring stuck in the calf a figure of Sundel bolong spirit. That way SoemantriSoekrasana can release his hand on the weapon so that he can avoid the claw of Girinata hands that live in a short distance.