THE SUN GOD SWORD
Gravel Scratches
Sungsang Geni was still staring at the Dalo Coral, the young man did not care about the incarnation that the Dalo Coral said.
“The neighbor is in prison, if you try to attack me then Surasena will kill your Prince.” even though it trembles a little, Karang Dalo's words sound serious.
Dalo's coral saw Sugsang Geni speechless, he was sure the young man was now starting to listen to his words. So he was a little relieved, at least for now Sungsang Geni would not surprise him.
“Strong release your sword! And surrender!” The Preech of the Dalo Coral.
Sungsang Geni was still weighing the taste, but his current position was indeed unfavorable. If he said he was alone in this Kingdom, it would not be difficult for him to leave here. But his responsibilities as the guardian of the Deity, and the evidence of obedience to his teacher, Sungsang Geni had no other choice but to give up.
Dalo Coral smiled with satisfaction at Sungsang Geni's sword, jettisoned to the bottom. He believes he has won this fight.
“Bring chain!” Dalo Coral ordered its soldiers, finding no soldiers nearby, Dalo Coral shouted. “Bring 2, 3 chains here, and tie the young man, FAST!”
Some soldiers came hurriedly with 4 chains, their faces looking pale when forced to approach Sungsang Geni. Apparently the Dalo Reef did not want Sungsang Geni to escape, until the four chains had to be wrapped around the young man's arms and legs.
“Now lock him in torture prison!” the Preech of the Dalo Reef again.
Looking at the arms and legs of Sungsang Geni who had been chained, some soldiers began to dare to approach him. Then some of the other soldiers, forcibly pulled Sungsang Geni's body.
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Sungsang Geni was brought into a basement, which was almost like a cave. The floor is broken because the water seeps from the cave wall, making the atmosphere feel cold.the lamp from the torch is the only lighting in the cave.
After entering a long hallway, Sungsang Geni arrived at a large room surrounded by a small room that was stuck with iron bars. Although the torch light was slightly dim, Sungsang Geni could still see there were many torture devices in the room.
A beheading device is the most terrible appearance among other torture devices.
“Come in !” The officer dragging Sungsang Geni said rudely.
An iron bar door opened wide, welcoming Sungsang Geni into the holding cell.
“Huh...” Sungsang Geni breathed a long breath, his mind still fixed on Dewangga and the others.
A few hours he was there, befriended by the chirping of a foraging mouse or the sound of geckos echoing, making Sungsang Geni intend to meditate.
But his intentions were soon undone, when he heard someone's moaning. At first Sungsang Geni did not care so much about the voice, he thought it might just be his illusion, but the longer the sound became clearer in his ears.
After a long time he noticed a figure hanging in front of him, Sungsang Geni then became surprised, and very angry. That figure was clearly very familiar to him, Muksir.
“Uncle Muksir, Uncle Kantu!” Pekik Sungsang Geni, “What has happened to you guys?”
Next to Muksir, Kantu was tied to a black wood, with a neck hung with round iron and legs tied in chains. The neck was dripping with blood, because the burden he was carrying was too heavy.
Sungsang Geni barely felt the inner strength of his two friends anymore.Maybe because of that too, he did not realize there were two people other than himself in that stuffy prison.
Without waiting for a long time, Sungsang Geni removed the chains that had made him uncomfortable. He squeezed the chain, like squeezing fries.
“Uncle Kantu has died!” sungsang Geni lirih.
“Huu..hu Muksir tried to say something, but Sungsang Geni did not understand what Muksir was saying.
Sungsang Geni gasped, then examined Muksir carefully, then Sungsang Geni's face jolted even more knowing that Muksir's tongue had been cut off.
“Uncle!” said Sungsang Geni, his eyes were angry, his breathing became irregular, his face red because of the burning emotions. At once his right arm emitted a red aura.
“Huu..hu Muksir said, then shook his head, his hands trying to pat Sungsang Geni on the chest, hinting to hold back his emotions.
“Uncle say what happened before..” Sungsang Geni speech stopped, just let him ask, because Muksir could not say again correctly.
Sungsang Geni took a deep breath, his head ached, his chest felt tight. If not for the news of the Dewangga who is still being held, Sungsang Geni intends to retaliate for the actions of the Surasena people.
The only thing Sungsang Geni can do is, recover the power in the Muksir as soon as possible. Not impossible, he berpasip same with Kantu if Sungsang Geni not immediately treat it.
“Uncle can you move?” tanya Sungsang Geni, who was then replied with a nod of Muksir.
Muksir slowly moved his hand, he was looking for something like a pebble. After finding it, Muksir wrote something on the floor. Although not so visible, but it is clear enough to read Sungsang Geni.
“Reacted as soon as the full story.” Sungsang Geni scratched his chin, “Then what information has uncle heard?”
Crutches.crek...Muksir again wrote on the floor, this time a little long, Sungsang Geni was forced to grab a torch to make sure he did not misread.
“Badly, they apparently intend to steal the Dewa Panca keris. It might just be a coincidence, but the King of Cakra Mandala has been killed. Were they the ones who committed this murder?” Sungsang Geni thought hard, his head ached thinking about this situation.
Muksir again scratched the pebbles on the floor, explaining how great the kris panca deity was. The royal heirloom weapon of Surasena which is the highest class weapon.
“I was really surprised to hear Uncle, Keris Panca Dewa?” Sungsang Geni thought for a moment, “One of the 5 highest weapons that he said could destroy one large building with just one slash.”
Muksir nodded, then wrote back.
“Stop uncle, I'm not sure!” sungsang Geni replied, his face looked doubtful.
Muksir wrote his hope to Sungsang Geni, if it turns out that the keris has indeed come out of Surasena, then it can be ascertained there will be bloodshed to fight over the keris, both from the black and white.
Actually no one has the right to get the kris, either Sungsang Geni or the thief. Not only as a weapon, the kris is also a symbol of the unity of Surasena, luck and prosperity.
“Heritage inherited hereditary!” sungsang Geni.
After a long while they exchanged thoughts, suddenly the sound of the main door of the prison opened. From there, some soldiers carried torches, in the middle of the soldier, Sungsang Geni was very familiar with him.
“Free Geni now Also!” said Darma Guru, “You want to lose my face in the city and old bangka Alam Sakti.”