THE SUN GOD SWORD
Miksan Jaya's
The troops had been walking for a week without stopping except to fill their bellies.100 large carts were walking behind the troops, controlled by horsemen who were all slave prisoners.
Their faces were so alarming, almost like bones wrapped in skin. They did not eat or drink, but they did not die. The Toxic Mask had the ability to create useful slaves until delaying death picked them up.
Of course they were hungry and thirsty and cold and hot, but no one cared about the poor people.
No one allowed them to eat and drink even though there were currently 100 food carts they were carrying. Some were even more painful, as if they were not allowed to die.
Their breaths stayed in pieces, eyes weathered with black skin as it burned. No clothes and pants, the slaves only covered ******** them with betel leaf midribs tied with rattan or plant roots.
There were several long black lines all over their bodies, those lines created from whips that daily whipped from the rough hands of the foremen. In fact, not infrequently they are flush with hot water to blister.
“I want to die, I want to die.” groans softly out of their mouths, but no one cares, weak people can't determine how they can die.
“Haus, give us a drink..”.
“Give us a meal..” such is the little greeting that comes out from inside the wrinkled mouth, but no water can stop their thirst except when it rains or when the tears fall until they touch their dry lips.
Suddenly the large army stopped their way, the front man who was one of the deputy commanders shouted something.
“There is a wide river in front!”
“Wide river?” Jaka Balabala frowned. “Stupid, we just crossed the river, what is it?”
Nyai Siwang Sari stomped his foot on the elephant's back and floated forward. Just stop right on the edge of the river that flows quietly and widely. There was a port on the bank of the river, but not a single ship was moored in the harbor except for the debris that had partially sunk.
All the ships have been destroyed by the Surasena warriors, it is possible. Or maybe there are some wild warriors who do just that.
“Give me a map!” Nyai Siwang Sari said, then one of the deputy Commanders thrust a piece of brown paper. The woman looked at the map carefully, she went through the picture of the river with the index end then only stopped after finding a picture of a mountain. “Badly, we can't possibly take a detour, the distance is too far.”
“What's nimas?” Jaka Balabala had just arrived by his side, winked at the female vice commander a few times then smiled flirtatiously, geez she indeed has no shame at all.
“We have to make a ship to be able to cross this river.” Nyai Siwang Sari stared far across the river, beginning to guess the width of the river and how many ships they had to make.
For warriors who have the science of relieving the body, this is not a problem. At best ran out of power in after arriving across the river. But along with them there are more than a dozen thousand soldiers do not master the science of lightening the body well.
Instead of crossing the river they might fall in the middle due to running out of power within.
***
Across the River, a young man with sharp eyes was watching the movement of the great army. He's hiding behind a bush. Together with himself a black eagle perched on his left shoulder.
He was wearing a black headdress, with a black brunette dress. His body was not very large but contained, having a sharp and deep eye highlight. Thick eyebrows that are slightly fused.
There was an heirloom sword emitting a powerful aura girded behind the man. From the looks of it, he might be the same age as Sungsang Geni or the oldest of the Cokro Bengal age.
After a long while he noticed the army of Demon Bats, he immediately left. The young man did not use a horse, nor did he fly among the branches of the tree. He only ran, but his running speed was hard to follow with his eyes.
Within a few minutes he was already in a fertile hill valley. In the middle of the valley was a cave covered in vines. No one looked after the cave except for the small birds and some butterflies.
“Hamba facing Prince!” said the young man while bowing his body to a young man who no longer had one right arm. “I've destroyed all the ships, but the Demon Bats army is too much. Their number may be tens of thousands, I'm sure they will pass this place tomorrow night.”
He is none other than Prince Miksan Jaya from the Kingdom of Tumenang. The young man was saved with the help of Nyai Bidara, his most loyal bodyguard. Prince Miksan Jaya was the one who had been saved Sungsang Geni, when the young man was escorting Prince Dewangga to the Kingdom of Surasena.
Sitting on the black stone, a haunted-faced old woman was meditating. He is none other than Nyai Bidara. It had been a month that the woman did everything, so long as no one dared to disturb the woman.
“Excellent information, my friend.” Said with a heavy voice Prince Miksan Jaya. “If you see their troops are so big, their goal is definitely Surasena. There will be a big war in a few days, do you think we should get involved for this time?”
“Of course the Prince, this is our chance to clear the good name of the Prince who is branded as a traitor.” The young man then lowered his body so that he fell on one knee while saluting. “I will fight with the Prince, until the last blood point.”
Miksan Jaya smiled slightly, she immediately stood up and lifted the young man's body. “You respect me too much, aren't we friends?”
“True, Prince.” Answer the young man.
“I agree to your proposal, but we can't leave for now. Nyai Bidara is still trying to break through his limits, I hope he can increase his inner strength to be at the top without a match. However, opening the whole chakra is not an easy thing.”
The young man turned his gaze to the motionless figure of Nyai Bidara, sitting cross-legged and eyes closed.
“According to the Prince, how long will Nyai Bidara finish all that?”
“I think maybe one week, of course just an estimate. At that time, we will be heading to Surasena.” soon Miksan Jaya said steadily.