THE SUN GOD SWORD
War Preparation

Not long ago Tanjung Benawa left Negri Sembilan Main Headquarters, more than a hundred people were seriously injured. They were thrown like cotton, falling from the heights of the Headquarters.

Meanwhile at this time, inside the grip of First Commander Weak Chief Abang was full of wounds. Maha Senopati Negri Sembilan was powerless against the power that the right hand of the Toxic Mask possessed.

“Now I do not kill you because Your Majesty wants you to be a part of us,” the Commander said.

“You can't me...force us..”.

“Of course I can force you..” The First Commander chuckled small, his rickety curls were set back so that the long bangs that had always covered half of his face were now tucked behind the earlobe, showing just how sinister the man was right now.

Weak Brother swallowed bitter saliva, narrow eyes next to those hit by the blow were seen dripping tears mixed with blood. It seemed that he could no longer defend the title of Maha Senopati in This Land.

There were many things that the man was thinking, along with tears of blood that were ceaselessly flowing. The first thing that troubled his mind was; what would the Toxic Mask do to him at this time?

More than that, whether after this he would see the world. I don't know, Brother's Weak mind is branching out at the moment.

Not yet finished he pondered, the grip of the first Commander led him to float through the roof of the building. Around several fathoms from the surface of the headquarters, the First Commander deployed his claws, as dozens of weapons descended from the sky raining down on the building to the point of being destroyed.

Weak Brother just silently stared at the ruined building, not that he lamented the headquarters but lamented that there were over two hundred soldiers trapped inside, and would definitely die in the heap of ruins.

“The weak will not survive, Weak Brother. On the contrary the strong will continue to endure, the weak will not even deserve to die. HAHAHA..” Laughing out loud First Commander, then flew flying towards the Black Bat Demon Palace.

Some time passed, the Weak Brother was blown right in front of the Toxic Mask in front of his great singasana. Unlike usual, now in that grand hall there was no one else, except for the Toxic Mask himself and the Fourth Commander.

“Ah...Weak Brother..” the sound of the Toxic Mask sounded heavy again pressing on the eardrum. “I asked you to this place for one purpose, to be my slave. You will be the commander of the three.”

“Become your slave, even to deathI do not want.”

The Poisonous Mask chuckled slightly, glancing towards his first Commander gesturing for something to do. Two seconds after the gesture, the First Commander grabbed the hair of the Weak Abang, until his head was turned up. By the man, the Weak Brother was forced to open his mouth.

“A...what...what will you do?”

“We invite you to join forces with unlimited power, with this you will obey me.”

The Toxic Mask bit his veins, from the wound was flowing an extremely thick blood, similar to black-colored sap. The blood did not drip right away, but it was a small clot as big as a thumb. With that blood, magadana was created.

Weak Brother was forced to eat the pile, it was not too difficult to force the man who had no more strength. After blood similar to viscous sap entered the esophagus, the Weak Brother cried out like a fidelity man, possibly in pain.

He fell rolling on the floor of the Palace, his two hands clutching tightly at the trunk of his neck while his eyes darted upwards, barely visible any more the black side in the man's eyes. A while later, a black aura spread across his neck shaft, forming a network of fine veins up to his forehead and up to his forehead.

To the Weak Brother this feeling was like he was swallowing something extremely sharp, as if the thing that entered his throat was slowly tearing the entire stomach apart. It was not enough to get there, as if something was twitching behind his skin, or maybe in his stomach, I don't know what is happening right now.

Quite time consuming, finally the situation of the Weak Brother was a little calmer. He did not clutch his neck, nor did he roll around on the black grounds of the Palace.

“Now you have become part of us..” says First Commander.

“You will be the third Commander, replacing Asura,” said the Toxic Mask with a cynical smile. “Now bow at my feet, worship me with all your soul and body!”

Buffalo tub in the plug of his nostrils, Lemah Abang obey the wishes of the Toxic Mask. He kowtowed on the sole of the man's foot for quite some time, only ending it after the Poisonous Mask asked him to stand up.

“Three of you!” said the man turned to the direction of the first Commander, to the fourth and also the Weak Brother. “Prepare our troops, collect all war supplies! We fight Surasena, annihilate all those who oppose!”

The three people simultaneously bowed, saluted the man then left in a hurry.

Weak Brother's attitude seemed to still be like one who had yet to recover from a long dream, his gaze a little blank. For the man, right now he was like experiencing between sleep and wakefulness. His mind is heavy.

This was a natural thing, everyone who swallowed Magadana milk aka the Toxic Mask's thick blood would experience the same reaction, like a dazed person. It would take at least three days for that power to completely fuse with one's soul.

“He will forget all about Negri Sembilan.” said the fourth Commander. “Thus the only thing inside the man is evil. The skewer will gradually remove one's goodness.”

“We will see how strong he is after the next three days?” said the First Commander.

On top of another building, Wingkar peeked out from the slit of the window that was blotted out by the silk curtain. The man's face was once again so riled up, his son did something again and did not tell himself.

“What I said, Uncontrollable Toxic Mask.” There were whispers of three traitor kings.

“True, now how do we nasip. Our kingdom will be threatened.”.

“You still take care of work? I'm even worried about our lives in this place.”

Without them noticing, Wingkar heard all the chatter, making the look of his face more red. But this time he did not vent his anger. The man was now thinking, weighing the sense of whether he should currently be together with his son or leave him.

That thought eventually led him away from the room. Walk hastily. Three of his friends did not know what plan Wingkar was going to do, so they peeked out of the window slit.

“Wingkar seems to be going to meet the Toxic Mask..” says one of the ushered three traitor kings.

“What he thinks, it is clear, Toxic Mask has abnormalities.”

“He will only lay down his life by coming to that place.”

Of the three kings, none said that the decision of the king was correct. The man had already lost his son, and in front of them was only the son of Wingkar with a different soul.

“I've decided!” say one of them. “I'll be back to My Palace, Limanjang.”

“Then I also.”

“I'm also like-minded,”

After Wingkar entered the black palace, the three kings rushed away from this region without bringing a single piece of equipment.

***

Meanwhile, the situation in Surasena seems to be very busy. Empu Pelak created a weapon similar to a demon carriage, but this time it was slightly larger, which was permanently embedded on the wall of the Petarangan Headquarters, not but Surasena headquarters.

Meanwhile, his son Raka Buana along with dozens of people forged weapons with iron plates. There were over a thousand swords in the forging with a fairly hard quality iron as well as hundreds of long spears. With a water-shaking sword, he had no trouble cutting through the many iron plates that were around this place.

Some of the old weapons are being recycled, becoming better weapons than ever.

On the other hand, the Senopati and the soldiers were learning the tactics of war in the vast courtyard of the Headquarters. There are several parts that Mahesa has made together with Wira Mangkubumi. One part soldier with arrows, in the rear row.

While the other part was the cavalry, they used long spears as the main weapon. Hundreds of horses were trained to wear war suits, so that when the time came the animals were not surprised by the weight on their shoulders, heads and legs.

The remaining troops were pedestrians, their numbers visible more than others. Not only that, this army seems to have larger bodies than other troops. The Earth tremor was the command of that army.

“Torto's formation!” mahesa shouted, as soon as everyone ran quickly forming a neat row pattern, putting the shield forward. From above, it's like a turtle.

“They quickly learn..” Bengal Cokro said as he unceasingly shouted at the hundreds of people who used swords. "Free! The skewer! Free again!" his screeches.

“Of course, we're all used to war. So these are the best, as well as the strongest people we have,” said Mahesa.

Not long after, an officer came hurriedly to meet them.

“There is someone outside, wanting to meet with the King of Lakuning Banyu..”.

“Who is it?” tanya Sabdo Jagat's.

“Hamba does not know the master, but judging from his clothes he may not be from our region. Said he was a friend of Mahapatih Sungsang Geni.”

Hearing that, Sabdo Jagat was the first to go to meet the uninvited guest.

“Show me where the guy is!”

In the end it was not only Sabdo Jagat, Bengal Cokro and Mahesa joined behind. Not long after they met the man in question. Now it's in a little room that's a little darker.

“Why are you told to sit in a place like this?” Sabdo Jagat asked again.

“He himself asked for it, sir.”

Pramudhita smiled slightly when he saw that the three friends of Sungsang Geni were watching him closely. It was true that he was in a slightly dim room, softened clearly not too strong to face the daylight.

“I know you..” said Mahesa. “You are Geni's friend, I saw you a few times. Yes..yes..it seems like you are not a human nation?”

Once again Pramudhita smiled small, “As you said.”

“Just right my neck is a little cold.” muttered Bengal Cokro.

“Begin my arrival would like to meet King Lakuning Banyu, may you please take me to meet him.”

“Of course, come with us!” Sabdo Jagat.

***

“So Apparently? So now Sungsang Geni is in recovery state?” Lakuning Banyu mangosteen hearing Pramudhita's speech. “This is very important information, the enemy gets his strength. It can be estimated that he began to move to attack, this is really critical.”

“Ma'forgive me if sassy.” Cut the Sabdo Jagat. “If I could know how to nasip Cempaka Ayu?”

“He is in good condition, it takes hard work for his condition to fully recover.” Pramudhita.

“That's all I want to know, Your Majesty.” Sabdo Jagat's face looks a little radiant after knowing the news about his younger brother, although he is a little clueless about half the power of the Moon Goddess who was successfully absorbed by the Toxic Mask.

“Only that is the message I am sending, may you be prepared at any time in the face of the arrival of the Demon Bats. And one more thing I need to say, this is about Prince Miksan Jaya. Sungsang Geni has eliminated Prajansara and his troops, if the Prince can return to the land of Tumenang.”

“Your message will be conveyed by me..” said Lakuning Banyu.

Everyone seemed to want to ask how Sungsang Geni could save the country, but realizing the strength of the young man, everyone preferred to keep quiet.

After saying goodbye, Pramudhita walked towards the building pole, just as Lakuning Banyu was about to ask, the man had already returned to the Lelembut realm.

“Really, my nape really feels cold,” mumbled Benggalaka Cokro.

***

In the Inner Sea Palace, Sungsang Geni was in a fairly spacious courtyard alone without anyone bothering. He opened each note sheet of the Irpanusa Sage, combining several secrets and searching for clues regarding the Sword Technique of the Cleansing Corn.

The young man's body had actually not recovered properly, it was just that at this moment he could move each joint without feeling any pain. Many foods and drinks that Nagini brought, contain good medicines to restore his stamina.

Sungsang Geni used an ordinary sword, starting to try every single skill-by-step in the record. Combining every movement.

“Each technique has a style.?” muttered the young man. “ Each skill has a core, I do not know yet where the core of the three sword techniques are?” Sungsang Geni scratched his head which felt a little pain.

He again practiced the Shadow Sword Technique movement, raised the sword then unsheathed forward.

“No, not like this..” murmured him again, when he realized the movement he was doing was wrong.

“You will not succeed without using your inner power.” Suddenly a voice came from behind him, apparently Wulandari. “What you learn is the strongest skill of the sword technique, every skill not only uses movement but also uses energy. How can you master it, if your energy has not recovered properly?”

Sungsang Geni chuckled a little, looking a little foolish in front of the girl. How did he forget about this simple thing?

“Stop practicing, I brought you mushroom soup.” Wulandari sat on a chair made of green stone carvings, once the stone reflected the light on the round-eyed girl's face. “Pramudhita was going to the mainland, so I thought she should bring a lot of mushrooms for you.”

Sungsang Geni smiled slightly as he shook his head. “How's your doing?”

“You ask me how I am, if I can cook it means that my condition is better than yours.” The girl smiled in a knot, blowing on the mushroom porridge before it was given to Sungsang Geni.