THE SUN GOD SWORD
Mastering Istana8
Sungsang Geni slowly woke Wulandari up, not so hearty indeed, but the situation was getting a little hot.
“Husttt..” Sungsang Geni patted gently on the girl's shoulder, forcing her to wake up anyway. “Enemy has arrived.”
Patih Siruyu Citro just realized there was a girl sleeping behind a tree, for a moment the old man just frowned, staring at Sungsang Geni with question marks.
Day is still in a dimly lit state at this time, not so familiar with the girl with Sungsang Geni, Patih Siruyu Citro again glanced at the enemy who began to show his form. Yes, hopefully it will not be a burden, thought Siruyu Citro.
Sungsang Geni hoarded the embers of the campfire with dirt and dust. Then sit crouching with a sharp look towards the enemy. True what Telik Sandi said, the number of enemies is about two thousand people. About five hundred horsemen, the rest hikers.
In the middle of that long line, there was a luxurious black horse carriage, it was possible. Because the day is still dim, any object looks brownish black. Unless the flag of Tumenang is clearly red-colored hit by a soldier's torch.
Wulandari had not yet heard the sound of their footsteps, although she could already see a black shadow showing itself from the forest traversing the path. The sharpness of the girl's eyes and ears was clearly not the same as Sungsang Geni's.
“You better stay here!” Patih Siriyu Citro reminded Wulandari. “Or go find a slightly high place to take shelter,”
“Akut not afraid to fight them.” Wulandari unsheathed the green sword from its sheath, “I will join the fight.”
Patih Siruyu Citro frowned, looking unhappy if his words were denied. Especially by a girl. But the man was quite surprised, the girl had a rare and strange-looking weapon. From the look of the sword in Wulandari's hand, the Patih Siruyu Citro could tell if the weapon had a very ferocious, sharp again. There are not many masters in the Java plain who can make the heirloom toxic.
A few hundred more steps, the first hikers will enter the mines created by Sungsang Geni. The more the sun began to appear, the closer the Prajamansara warrior was to death.
Until finally.
“AHH....AHHKK....!”
They began to hear screams from their mouths. Sungsang Geni could see dozens of people hit by mines.
“Restroating!”screaming the soldiers.
Seeing dozens of dead people with sharp wooden splinters, it suddenly made the surviving soldiers move back. Their spears pointed forward, their bodies slightly squatting becoming wary.
“What happened!” pekik Prajansara, his head out of the window of the horse-drawn carriage. “Why suddenly stop? Continue the journey I can't wait to be on this train.”
“Ma'af king's majesty, but there are others laying mines in the middle of the road.” A man riding a horse approached Prajansara.
“Mine? Who would dare to block my path? Did you see any enemies coming in?” ask Prajansara.
“Not Your Majesty,”
“Not yet? QUICKLY FIND OUT WHO DARE TO OBSTRUCT MY PATH!” The man screamed like a doormat, his voice almost hoarse because of the squealing.
Meanwhile the three people who had powerful auras only glanced at each other on top of the biggest horse that was right in front of the Prajamsara horse carriage. Of course they are the Three Malacca demon warriors.
After their journey to accompany Maha Senopati Lemah Abang urung to Negri Sembilan, the three evil warriors returned to continue their work. Overseeing the Kingdom of Tumenang from Surasena attack.
While Sungsang Geni had already started moving, he was standing across the mine quite far away. For ordinary soldiers, it would be difficult to see the figure of the young man behind the flowering weed grass whose height almost covered the head.
While Siruyu Citro was on the other side, at a slightly higher place, so that the old man could see quite clearly his opponents. Living Wulandarai, the girl had to stand in her place. Sungsang Geni tried hard to get him to obey.
As the troop of soldiers again moved forward with a sense of uneasiness, Sungsang Geni released a single blade of sword towards them. The golden sword technique in use, this place was very suitable for that technique.
With the movement of the index finger, the sword slid past the strands of weeds. Not too high, Sungsang Geni did not aim for their necks, but targeted the abdomen.
From where the Siruyu Citro was, it could see a flash of yellow light speeding up and attacking the dozens of front-row soldiers. The attack was like very fast, the weeds that passed through became a chariot instantly.
“This young man, is he from Gold Hill College?” the Summon of Siruyu Citro. “True, it was a golden sword technique, but what weapon did he use? The heirloom? The aura is hot, truly a mysterious youth.”
Not yet dried the saliva of Siruyu Citro, the screams of the soldiers reverberated. They suddenly fell to the ground, rolling among the grass with their hands clutching their stomachs. Not yet finished there, the enemy again fell, Sungsang Geni seen playing index finger attacking somewhat towards the inner row.
“WHAT happened!” The head of Prajansara came back out from inside the carriage.
“There are mines that can fly!” one of the men shouted in the front row.
“Stupid, mines, mine mines are all you say!” Prajansara's teeth were heard, looking very angry. “Find the guy, kill him! His head digger!”
“Yes noble, do we have to move?” one of the three malacca demon warriors asked.
Prajamsara stopped the curse, turning his head towards the three warriors who actually had a higher status in the presence of the Demon Bats. “You rest easy for a moment, if my stupid soldiers can't handle something like this, you can act.”
Malaka Tige with his second-edged spear, breathed a heavy sigh. His dark teeth swirled, again he drank wine from a large jug on his waist. Then look towards Malaka Due and Malaka Lime. “Note the position around us, the enemy certainly has ingenuity, we must remain vigilant. Stupid king behind us, can't be a guideline.”
Malacca Lime with the belly of a war drum laughed gigglingly, she carried many pieces of meat on her dark horse. When he laughed, his huge belly swayed up and down.
“We have quite brave enemies, maybe today can fight after quite a long time not using weapons.”
Malaka Due, who had the oldest face between her two friends, only scratched her head. His small body, incompatible with his large horse mount. “Maybe that young man could be my 41st birthday present. Hikhikhik..” he laughed a little, then followed by Malacca Lime while moving his large stomach.
Only Malaka Tige did not laugh, for some reason he felt an extremely strong energy.