The Dragon Warrior Sakti
The Andalas Island. The Death of Sora Gambang
A puff of fire waves, appearing to soar into the air accompanied by the blackish-white smoke of the ground and dust flying covered the scene.
The Dragon Warrior Sakti seemed to be pushed back by about five spears until he managed to suppress the impulse of the energy wave that blew him away. Dragon Swordsman Sakti quickly crossed his hands in front of his chest to stabilize the blood flow and stabilize his chaotic breathing.
Seeing his lover until pushed about five spears due to a power struggle with Sora Gambang, Wulan Ayu like lightning darted rapidly towards the Dragon Swordsman Sakti and held the young man's body from behind.
"Sister, it's okay, is sister hurt?" asked the beautiful girl in an anxious tone, her two beautiful eyeballs looked towards the slightly paled face of the Dragon Warrior Sakti.
Anggala just smiled looking at the beautiful girl who had been accompanying his journey with an anxious face looking at him.
"It's okay, Dinda. Big brother is fine just a little chaotic blood and erratic breathing," replied the anggala with a smile
"Sister, it always makes you anxious" Wulan Ayu said with a smile. Anggala only replied with a smile, slowly raising his hands beside his waist to drain the pure air all over his body.
Meanwhile, Sora Gambang who seemed to have been lying down after crashing into several tree trunks to shatter and broke the red clothes worn by the Red Demon Crow now seemed to turn black, the skin of his face and body were now blistered as a result of being hit by the punch of 'Halilintar'. belonging to the Dragon Warrior Sakti.
Some time the Red Devil Crow was still writhing on the ground, and trying to raise his hand there was a sense of disbelief in the heart of that one man if the demonic science he used could be defeated by the enemy. After his body shook and Sora Gambang's black-looking right hand slid down onto the ground, his mouth seemed to gape with widened eyes. But his life had already flown from his half charred body.
The black clouds that had covered the sky had now disappeared, the strong wind that was just as if it wanted to destroy the forest was now gone like swallowed by the sunlight that had re-lightened the forest where the two warriors were fighting for worship.
The forest that was almost pitch dark now appears bright, but the place has been destroyed.
A waterless crater appears to be propping up on the ground, a fairly large crater that has a depth of no less than one spear appears to have formed between Anggala and Sora Gambang. The distance of the two was no less than twenty-five to thirty spears.
Wulan Wulan Ayu was relieved to see Anggala's enemies had been killed with blackened bodies, there was indeed hatred for the black figure, but not with his fellow humans he just hated the arrogant and evil nature of his vile.
Yet he did not hate as a powerful fellow created man, seeing the Swordsman of the Dragon Sakti sitting in mediation, Wulan Ayu instead sat beside him leaning back he did not realize that Syarip's battery and Ripah's mother had been watching them from a distance.
Seeing the place that was ravaged no less than an acre then the feet of Sarip realized if the members moved away from the front of his stall for a contest of worship with Sora Gambang earlier, "If Anggala does not move away from our villages and stalls, all the houses of the people will be destroyed as a result of the two swordsmen's blows, Nyi," said Sharip's foot to break the silence.
"Yes, Ki, I also just realized that the Anggala boy had escaped not because he was afraid of the Black Crow college guy. But he stayed away because he did not want us to be affected by their worship debate" said Ripah.
Hearing the voice of Mak Ripah and Syarip's battery talking, Wulan Ayu quickly stood up her face reddened realizing there was Ki Syarip and mak Ripah. He was embarrassed because he was hugging Anggala who was sitting meditating.
"We've been watching from a distance, son Wulan. We want to know what happened to Anggala and the evil man" Syarip's battery replied.
"How is Anggala nak Wulan?" ask mak Ripah.
"I'm fine, Ki. Just experiencing chaotic blood circulation and breathing alone," Anggala replied as he rose from his seat, and smiled towards Mak Ripah and Sharip's battery.
"Thank God, son. If you're okay, we're worried about you enough. If you had been defeated by that Sora Gambang, we do not know what would happen to us and the villagers. He could have let go of his anger and vented his revenge on us and Anak Wulan Ayu" Syarip said.
"God is still protecting us all Ki, thank God who created the heavens and earth because his permission is still given protection. Whatever happens in this world, it will not happen without his permission" Anggala said.
"You are indeed a warrior, and a good young Anggala. Not only your intelligence as a high swordsman, but your personality and knowledge as a human being and as a servant of God, you are so qualified as a good human being" Syarip said.
"I'm not as great as a battery compliment," Anggala said with a shy smile. Anggala turned his gaze towards Wulan Ayu who was trying to calm his feelings.
"What's Dinda doing, why are you blushing?" whispered Anggala half muttered.
"They both caught dinda hugging the older sister" replied Wulan Ayu while covering her face in embarrassment.
"It's okay, Wulan boy. We know you are lovers it's only natural that if you hug Anggala for relieving your anxiety, you'll do the same thing if it happens to the battery, too," mak Ripah said because he heard Wulan Ayu's words.
even though Wulan Ayu half whispered, "Mom, Wulan was ashamed," replied Wulan Ayu while blushing shyly her face that had been normal now back to redden like a guava** that was ripe.
"Yes, it's not good that we joke and talk in the middle of this forest. We should go back to the village we can rest in the stall," said Syarip aki saw Wulan Ayu who looked confused and held in shame, mak Ripah just smiled as he patted Wulan Ayu on the shoulder and invited the girl to walk away from the place.
Anggala just smiled at the behavior of two shop owners who seemed to think the two young warriors were their families.
The quiet and safe atmosphere now returned the sound of birds singing along to the sun slowly descending on the western horizon, the chirping of birds that sounded cheerful as if welcoming the peaceful day.
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