THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 123

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Vinder suddenly pointed at Braheim. "He's the sun." Vinder pointed at Sanjeev. "You're a flea." Vinder pointed to himself. "And me, catastrophe."

For whatever. Sanjeev really wanted to strangle the boy who was currently flaunting his haughty gaze. If only there was a way to destroy the protector, Sanjeev would trade him for anything, with his only son even once. Sanjeev's anger grew more turbulent, and slowly, his mouth returned to casting spells. The instantaneous spell made the previously calm undead army turn into a fidelity.

It was seen that the undead troops who were inside the protectors ran over to the combat troops of the eight continents. They intend to attack whatever is breathing, as Sanjeev ordered. But the thousands of arrows covered in Gandh* that were fired at the undead army made them immediately turn right, and look for other targets. Slowly the cries and cries of the people were heard again, because the undead troops who turned out to enter their homes.

Gandh* is a new weapon made by Kumari Kandam in the past, in the form of a mixture of salt and holy water. Salt is known to weaken the half-leech Gaana, and holy water has been used to drive out demons for hundreds of years. The reaction that would have arisen if Gandh had hit Gaana's body was a pain that slowly turned into a burning sensation.

"How's it?" Sanjeev looked impatiently waiting for Vinder's answer.

"Lumayan."

Spontaneous Sanjeev back up.

"But to be honest I can eliminate you and your army with just one swing of a hand" added Vinder.

"What did you say?"

"I just appreciate your hard work. So what if I make it fair?"

The wandering tribe that rose from the tomb was just as fed up with hearing Vinder's arrogance, they were intent on attacking. But their steps were again repulsed. The sacred portal gaped again in the middle of the battlefield, revealing the representatives of the nomadic tribal leaders, Aryesh Farorz, Birousk Zarar, Zerdad Aalam, and the beloved animals of the late Daxraj Natesh, Balaavan*, Chammach*, Bandar*, and the beloved animals of the late Daxraj Natesh, Balaavan*, and Bhookamp*.

Balavaan*one of three supernatural creatures pet Daxraj Natesh who shaped a giant lion.

Chammach*one of the three supernatural creatures of Daxraj Natesh's pet is a giant snake.

Bandar*one of the three supernatural creatures of Daxraj Natesh's pet in the shape of a giant ape.

Bhookamp*one of three supernatural creatures pet Daxraj Natesh who shaped a giant elephant.

Not to forget the protectors of the five continents, Chhota* the protector of the Chamakadaar Continent, Ninos the protector of the Shushk Continent, Hoo the protector of the Hathelee Continent, the protector of the Garjan Continent, as well as the protective elf of the Padachihn Continent, from a distance, he approached Sanjeev and his undead army outside the guard. There is also an alien-faced man in strange clothes who looks to lead millions of supernatural creatures.

Chhota* or Faot is a half-human half-elf and half-bull.

Ninos* is a half-scorpion.

scut* is a half-shark man.

Hoo* is a half-human phoenix.

"Open this protector and fight me you coward!" exclaim Sanjeev.

"Patience a little, Head Lice. There's still something important I have to tell the suns." Vinder turned to face Braheim and the seven kings. "The bodies of those who are raised will not remain. Doesn't it matter?"

Bheim and the seven kings only looked at each other.

"That means there will be nothing at the base of Dhoosar* and in the tombs of the Muslims. Doesn't it matter?" ask Vinder again.

Dhoosar* is a river that has been used for hundreds of years as a special burial place for people who contribute to the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam.

"Is there no other way?"

"Of course there is. I just need to insert the Head Flea into the sacred portal, and he will die by himself" Vinder replied to King Padachihn.

"Want to?"

Vinder turned to King Shushk. "Lantas after that the sacred portal will be destroyed."

King Shusk, Braheim follows his comrades back to look at each other.

"Balavaan, Chammach, Bandar and Bhookamp can only stay inside the sacred portal. Then the tomb of the wandering tribal leaders was also inside the sacred portal." Vinder was silent for a moment. "I honestly have no problem losing them. They're dead anyway, and you're just as lost. But I can't lose my tribe anymore."

"Then don't do it, son."

"That doesn't matter?" Vinder turned to look at King Jvaala.

"Is there still a choice we have?"

Vinder simply shook his head in response to King Garjan.

"Then what impact is there other than a ten-year drought?"

"Yes" said Vinder to Braheim. "I thought it would increase to a hundred years because of the nomads and they were raised."

"They? Who are they you talking about?"

"Kings of Kumari Kandam before," said King Hathelee to Braheim, looking back unblinkingly.

"Also the kings of the seven continents were earlier." King Lagaam chimed in while looking far ahead.

"Sanjeev Rajak is really no longer human" Haala murmured.

"So? Should I start the war now?"

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

The war of destruction was not a war between the successor of the wandering tribe leader and Sanjeev Rajak alone, but a war of all the creatures on the face of the earth. Evidently from the eight kings who finally wore their armor, War Commander Kumari Kandam who again filled the front lines, as well as the people, the queens, and the people, the royal family and royal servants who came out of hiding to join the overthrow of the undead army.

Likewise with Ejlaal Awlya, the Mausam*, and Chief Warden Kumari Kandam who has not recovered properly. They insisted on going down to war to atone for their sins. In a war of destruction, there is no choice of opponent. Whoever appears before the eyes, must be fought to the point of falling. Even though that opponent was a much loved and respected person. For the only way to win is to ignore memories and insanity.

Mausam* is a weather and season controller.

Like a tribe of nomads who must now fight their dead. Haala must fight her late father, Salmalin Josha and his ancestor, Yusef Bahadir. And Braheim, who must fight King Khair*. There was no choice, even though it had to fight back with tears dripping like flood water. Everyone was crying, too Kumari Kandam. Although not the last tear for everyone, but it was the last tear of Kumari Kandam.

Khair* or more completely Khair Bhaavesh Elhasiq is the father of Braheim.

"So, Chief Ticks, when do you want me to step on it?" ask Vinder who is currently stepping on Sanjeev's neck while chugging Goan Feni*.

Goan Feni* is an alcoholic beverage produced only in Goa, India. Goan Feni is made from coconut sap or cashew apples and the alcohol content in each bottle reaches 43-45%.

"Until you kiss my feet."

"Oh, come. I'll just do it to Commander Haala" replied Vinder.

"Then we are defeated until the end comes."

"Sucks." Vinder stepped on Sanjeev's face. "Who? Durab's? Tadeen's? A ghutay? Quickly tell me what your real name is."

"Don't expect until you kiss my feet de–"

"I began to hear the despair of your tone of voice, son. So how? Still insisting?"

"Look easy. I also enjoy trampling on Daxraj Natesh's face."

"Grandfather."

Vinder turned to the origin of the voice, even Sanjeev.

"Gohar Damurah. That's his real name" added Ejlaal.

"Fuckin' boy in–"

"Shut your mouth and swim in the crap, Damurah Gohar." Vinder mentioned Sanjeev's real name with great emphasis.

Sanjeev Rajak was immediately turned into ash, ash that spread a foul scent. And after Sanjeev's ashes rose to the sky, time suddenly came to a halt.

"You should have died a second ago" Vinder said, punching one of the undead who was about to attack Ejlaal.

"Why should?"

"If you die I won't have a sister, and Kumari Kandam will be too quiet" Vinder replied.

"What?"

"Kumari Kandam is destined to always be noisy. So live, and replace Aswin Nadeem."

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

Exactly as written in the ancient book belonging to the ancestors of the wandering tribe, with the command of the son of the nomadic tribe leader and successor to Yusef Bahadir's oath of allegiance, Kumari Kandam managed to come out as the winner in the war of destruction. But of course, no victory is obtained for free. In addition to tears and blood, the soul must often be sacrificed.

Many souls who died in the war were immediately welcomed by the strange dry season. And not enough hundreds of souls but thousands. Nearly a thousand souls went to the lap of Lord Krpya*. They are the people of Kumari Kandam and the seven continents, the fighting forces of the seven continents, the royal servants of the eight continents, the Mausams, the Chief Warden of Kumari Kandam, Aswin Nadeem, Faakhir Samama and, Jihan Joozher.

Krpaya* is the God whom the Kumari Kandam people worship.

The funeral procession was held in Dhoosar, just after the drizzle in Kumari Kandam was replaced by an extreme stabbing blister. Truly, there is no sense of obstruction, nor hate left in the heart, really only a very deep sorrow, he said, although the deaths of some of them had already been foretold by Vinder and Princess Gaurika Chander of Narak* Kingdom*.

Narak* kingdom is the kingdom of the greatest war weapons maker.

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Are you hurt?" Haala put Vinder's favorite comb on the table next to the bed.

"Who's hurt and who's worried. It's ridiculous."

"Aryesh has made a potion for me. I've been feeling better."

Vinder did not call, still faithfully throw his gaze to the ceiling of the room.

"Then be–"

"It should just let them be the meal of the Jaadoo Wolf. After all, they only had to count the days, so there was no point getting out of the sacred portal and risking their own lives."

Haala smiled. "At least there's still something they can do before their day runs out, right?"

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"I'm sure that day was not wrong to hear," Haala concluded while looking at Ejlaal who was helping the funeral procession.

"I saved him."

"Why?"

"His relationship with my sister will enliven Kumari Kandam," Vinder replied as he passed over to Murat.

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Please give your servant a chance to help you prosper the land of Kumari Kandam, Your Majesty," the princess added.

"Let me ask someone if there's enough money to build a harem." Bheim looks at the Minister of Finance.

"The funds we have are even enough to build a hundred harems that are a hundred times more magnificent than the palace of Her Majesty the Queen, Her Majesty."

Bheim nodded in response to the Minister of Finance. "What do you think, Counselor?"

"You must think about it carefully, Your Majesty," Murat replied.

Bheim nodded back. "Then what do you think, Commander?"

"It is an honor to try the greatest weapon of war made by the Kingdom of Narak, Your Majesty."

Braheim clucked as he moved. "Back, princess. I don't need a concubine. Really, Queen Kumari Kandam is more than enough for me."

"But Queen Kumari Kandam won't live long, Your Majesty."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"I thought at the time you were just saying Sannidhi Hessa's bullshit."

"No, Your Grace. I have seen her since I first met Princess Jihan" Princess Gaurika replied to Braheim.

"I glared at him the last day we met." Bheim.

"Hamba even ti–"

What Princess Gaurika would say was paused, for the cry of Murat roared. Seen from where Princess Gaurika and Braheim were standing at the moment, Murat was gripping both of Vinder's shoulders while flaunting his gaze of grief adorned with tears. Everyone stopped crying, and turned their attention to Murat and Vinder who were standing opposite him.

" … Then why did you let him die? Isn't it when you stop time that you can save her? Why are you keeping quiet? He has repented! He's done so much for Kumari Kandam even for you and your tribe!"

"I knew. I thank him for that."

"Whatdidyou say? Thank me? Just thank you? Just thank you for your reply to ya–"

"In the future his heart will be blackened again."

Murat choked, and slowly, the firm grip of his hand on both of Vinder's shoulders began to weaken.

"He will trigger another war of destruction that will not be won even by me" Vinder said.