The Dragon Warrior Sakti
The Silver Demon Group. Bag 3
Sreth!
"You must pay for what you did, Nisanak!" furious Bergola Purple while playing his big machete in front of the chest. The sound of the swing of his machete raised a buzzing sound, a sign that Purple Bergola had exerted his inner strength.
"Haha..! Heart-given. You asked for the Purple Bergola heart!" replied Bidadari The cold Lifter.
"Heaaa...!" The Purple Bergola clash started his attack. Swings of the great machete Bergola Purple roaring quickly scattered towards the deadly point in the body of the Life-Activating Angel. But the beautiful girl in blue only wore a thin smile while paying attention to the direction of the Purple Bergola attack.
Taps!
"Well!" Bergola Purple was flabbergasted to see her right hand was captured so quickly by the Lifeless Angel. Not to lose the shock of the Purple Bergola a powerful punch in a great height slammed into his chest.
Maidservant!
"Aach...!" there was a slow whimper of pain from the Purple Bergola's mouth before his body bounced off a few spears backwards. Purple Bergola fell face down on the ground, his machete had slipped from the grasp of his right hand.
Slowly Bergola Purple tried to raise her face. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips. Not long after that Purple Bergola fell back and remained silent.
Seeing the events so fast and took the life of their leader, the Purple Bergola men immediately fled the algae. Seeing his enemy so frightened the Lifeless Angel just laughed.
"What a coward they are. They fled without regard to the fate of the leader," Wulan Ayu said as she walked towards Sakti's Dragon Swordsman and Wiratama's grandfather.
"Hehehe..! Actually it was grandfather who wanted to teach them a lesson. But apparently grandfather was not given a chance," said Wiratama's grandfather with a laugh, "It seems this place is no longer a comfortable place to spend the night. We'd better leave this place" Wiratama's grandfather.
"No need Kek, let me bury the Purple Bergola corpse first," refuted the Dragon Swordsman Sakti as he rose from his seat. The warrior Dragon Sakti carried the corpse of the Purple Bergola to a rather spacious place. After that PendekarNaga Sakti dug a hole with a punch of his inner energy. It didn't take long for the Purple Bergola corpse to be finished being buried.
"Now we can rest Kek," said Swordsman Naga Sakti after returning to nearby grandfathers Wiratama and Wulan Ayu. They also rest there until morning.
The sound of early bird chirping woke up the three people who appeared to be sound asleep not far from the fireplace. The sunlight that dazzled his third eye. The three men woke up.
"Hmmm...! Apparently it was morning, just this time grandfather slept so soundly young, somehow grandfather felt calm with you," said Wiratama's grandfather while covering his mouth that evaporated.
"Grandfather was too much, which obviously Grandpa was exhausted from the days of travel. Added to the atmosphere here is cold and cool. That's what makes Grandpa so soundly sleepy," replied Dragon Swordsman Sakti with a smile.
"Hehehe...! Young man, you are very good at humbling yourself, but the glory of your heart is as high as the sky" praised Wiratama's grandfather as he got up and walked towards the river. Not long after, the old man returned with a fresh face. In his hand was a twig that pierced three fresh fish had been cleaned.
"You take a shower first, Grandpa will burn this fish for our breakfast" said Wiratama's grandfather while making a campfire.
"Yes Cake. It seems like a bath can make a fresh body," Anggala added with a smile. Once the movements of the Dragon Warrior Sakti had reached the edge of the river not far from where they rested.
Wulan Ayu also went to the river after Anggala was ready to bathe and clean himself. After finishing the bath the three of them ate the fish they had roasted.
The sun was shining brightly in the east. Swordsman Naga Sakti and Bidadari Penyabur Nyawa together with grandfather Wiratama have entered the village they are headed.
"Gee... Grandfather, this village is no longer a village, the houses here are on average made of stone. But why is this place so deserted?" wulan Ayu asked as she spread her gaze around the place.
Just now Wiratama's grandfather set his foot on the ground down from the horse Wulan Ayu lent him. A seven-year-old boy ran out the door of the modest house.
"Grandfather.... Grandpa is back...! the boy shouted with excitement. The little boy immediately hugged Grandpa's leg.
"You okay, Dara?" asked Wiratama's grandfather while holding his grandson.
"Well, good-bye cake, funny aunt who accompanied Dara during grandfather's departure" replied the boy. Seen from inside the house appeared a pretty woman who was about forty-five years old. But his menor appearance made the woman look cute.
"Betters... You're accompanying my grandson.. Thank you very much" said Wiratama's grandfather while lowering his grandson whose real name is Sandara.
"It's our duty here Elders, who are you bringing this with you," asked Nyi Tantri.
"They are both Swordsman of the Dragon Sakti and the Realms of the Lifephew," replied Wiratama's grandfather as he turned towards Anggala and Wulan Ayu, "Let's go Anggala, want Wulan Kita to enter first," Wiratama's grandfather invited.
"Thank you Kek," Anggala replied as he walked behind Wiratama's grandfather followed Wulan Ayu from behind.
"Sorry how I am? The warrior Dragon Sakti is quite old now. What's your relationship with Lesmana?" nyi Tantri asked as she looked towards the Swordsman Dragon Sakti.
"I'm uncle Lesmana's student" Anggala replied with a friendly smile, "Nyi knows my teacher?" said the Dragon Warrior Sakti asked back.
"About ten years ago, when he was still adventurous young people, your teacher was a warrior who was difficult to find a match in this martial world," said Nyi Tantri. Anggala just nodded to hear the words of Tantri nyi. While Wulan Ayu just silently became a listener.
"Beautiful sister what's your name?" ask Nyi Tantri to Wulan Ayu.
"Wulan Ayu nyi," Wulan Ayu replied with a friendly smile.
"Who's your teacher?" ask Nyi Tantri again.
"My teachers are Angry Angels and Feral Angels, Nyi,"
"Gee.. Your title role, quite scary, apparently you are a student of a pair of grumpy veteran swordsmen," said Nyi Tantri again.
"That means nyai, also a swordsman?" wulan Ayu asked as she poured water into the cup.
"Hehe.. It used to be beautiful, but now nyai has resigned from the martial world and settled in this village," explained Nyi Tantri with a laugh. They talk, share stories.
Suddenly a boisterous sound of horse legs rippling towards the place. All the residents who came out saw Wiratama back running towards their homes.
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Seriate...