THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 67

"I intend to use it as my last card. God fucking. All because of Salmalin Josha," Gaana murmured.

Haala's father, Salmalin Josha, did not succeed in defeating Gaana. It was just that Gaana was back to making her heart weak. Gaana, who runs out of energy against Haala's father who cannot die, is forced to use her last card. Gaana tells Haala's father that the body of her youngest daughter, Laasya, is at the bottom of the lake where Namakeen lived*.

Namakeen* a type of Ghinauna that inhabits one of the sacred lakes on the Chamakadaar Continent.

Haala's father was out of the duel. Without caring for his king, for his fighting army, also for his homeland. Just like back then, when he saved Laasya from the clutches of starving Gaana. For a while, Gaana could breathe a sigh of relief. Gaana immediately followed Braheim to the southeast, intending as quickly as possible to complete his revenge.

Gaana still muttered, "I have to be quick. Before that fucking Salmalin Josha comes back and drains my energy again."

"wait. Really, I have no evil intent. Don't go there. That's dangerous un-"

"Go! Don't follow us!" exclaimed the wife while throwing Jihan with a stone.

"Leave us! Fucking demon!" The husband picked up the stone.

"Ah, it seems like there is something else that I have to clear before Braheim Bhaavesh." Gaana grinned.

Gaana intends to help Jihan, for later strangled to death. But Bheim came first and messed up his cunning intentions. However, Gaana was not upset. Instead, he could throw stones at two birds at once. Gaana appeared, cutting off the wise counsel of Braheim to his terrified subjects.

" ... Go back to safety. Bring along the others. I'll determine the punishment for all of you"

"I fear that they will never be punished because the one who will punish them, gets punishment from me first" Gaana told Braheim.

Bheim turned around, facing Gaana. "Go with them to safety."

"alright. I'll call the soldiers" Jihan replied.

Spontaneous Gaana laughing. "Good idea. Just bring all the soldiers you have in front of me. It just so happens that this stomach has already begun to rebel."

Jihan looked upset. It was like Jihan was dousing Gaana's face with holy water like that time. But Braheim's gaze that signaled the order to leave immediately made Jihan finally only able to swallow her irritation. Now there are only Braheim and Gaana. Tired, run out of cunning tactics, and hunted time make the arch enemy no longer mince words.

The two of them immediately attacked each other, focusing on targeting any part of the body of the opponent. The duel was a series, but slowly it began to look who was superior. Man against the devil? Impossible. That's why Braheim finally fell, after being pierced by his own sword. But when Gaana was about to reach Braheim's neck, someone suddenly threw Gandh* at him.

Gandh* is a new weapon recently made Kumari Kandam, 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.

"Damn it!" Gaana.

The dead man, Jihan, bounced, after Gaana spontaneously pushed him. Jihan hit a tree, and was instantly dying. Gaana was wide-eyed, though the burning began to spread all over her body. Now Gaana is convinced that no other damn humans will stop her from strangling the Kumari ruler of Kandam.

"You know? To be honest he was a more competent subordinate of Salmalin Josha."

"He is intelligent, has ambition, and doesn't think twice. He even realized that it was Daxraj Natesh who actually turned the clock" Gaana added.

Bheim groaned, not to respond to Gaana, but to alleviate the pain of the sword he began to draw.

"I didn't even notice it in the slightest. Since the beginning of Daxraj Natesh it was the one who made the plays in the past. He's after my tail, making it all go as I planned."

Braheim's groans became more and more, when finally the sword that stuck in his left collar fell to the ground.

"So you were fooled by him? How you feeling?" braheim answered at last.

"It turns out it's not that annoying. In the end, I became a winner again. So it's a waste she's fooling me."

"But it looks like this time they will be the winners." Braheim pointed at something behind Gaana with his sword.

Slowly, reluctantly, Gaana looked back. There, at the mouth of the lake door, were seven kings from seven continents with an army impossible to enumerate. Of course Gaana is upset, but not as sorry if the face is Daxraj Natesh and his pet giant lion. Another bit. Gaana had to delay her revenge a little more.

"Sorry too late, King Braheim. It turned out to be quite difficult to wear armor without the help of the servants," said King Chamakadaar, Arshaq Zamir.

"That would be a memorable memory for the last outfit you wore."

King Lagaam held back his laughter. "I know, King Arshaq, I know. You want to say the same thing but get confused because she's naked, right?"

"Yes. Fuck while you can. Rather than that, I had time to predict a situation like this. But I didn't think it would actually happen. So you're abandoning your people? Truly, unjust kings."

"The people under the unjust king had a strong survival motivation. So save your worries" King Shushk replied to Gaana.

"That's right. But would they still be able to survive if they were not human?"

"Everything that is not human is here. Even if there are still non-humans out there, it must be the leader of the wandering tribe and its army."

Gaana was silent, looking at King Garjan with a face that immediately turned cold.

"It seems like King Garjan scared him."

"really. Just look at him speechless" King Hathelee told King Padachihn.

Afraid? How could the number one demon of the universe be afraid just because of nonsense? Gaana was angry at the bullies who kept popping up pausing Braheim's death. Not enough with Salmalin Josha and Queen Kumari Kandam, now the kings of seven continents also bother him. Spells were again cast, the tambur was again sown, the bloody war broke out again.

"Allahu Akbar" cried King Jvaala as he advanced with his army.