THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
JATIWALU CEMETERY
He still plucked the grass that was growing in the tomb. He did not ignore the roar of the horse's legs that snarled behind him because he thought that they were ordinary horses and passed by in that place.
But his delicate hand stopped plucking the grass when behind him came the laughing sound of someone.
”Ha.... ha... is this the only child of the bastard Kalingundil?!”
The sixteen-year-old girl kneeling on the face of the tomb turned her head. Four horsemen saw him lined up behind him. It was the front horseman who laughed and opened his voice. His body was tall, his wings were thicker than the other three humans, he looked even more haunted.
”He.... he.... beautiful also look huh?!”, said this man who is none other than Bergola Wungu.
”But baby, his head must be separated from his body. Isn't that so, Bergola Wungu?!”
”Betul, but no need to hurry. Presumably he can satisfy my taste and all of you!”
The four men laughed.
”Cornyuk-yuk black cuckoo! Who are you?!”, snapped the girl in blue. Lightly he stood up. The right hand holds the headwaters of the sword inserted at the waist.
”Eh, fierce is also this female!”, said Ketut Ireng.
”But if you want to know us, I don't mind introducing myself. My name is Ketut Ireng…. This is Bergola Wungu. This one, that fat short Seta Inging and this one whose eyes were the yells of the Yellow Pitala. Well... well... Now you don't mind telling me your name....?” The four of them laughed again.
”Dearest man! Get out of front of me! Unless you want a taste of my sword slash!”
”Ah, the big mouth is the same as the father!”, said Bergola Wungu while wiping his berewok. ”Behold we have come to send your father to the grave. That's also if there is a grave that still wants to receive it!”
”Your mouth is too big a cuckoo monkey!”, hardik the girl. ”I want to see if it is also big enough to receive the tip of my sword?!”
Accompanied by a loud squeal, a sword flings towards the head of Bergola Wungu!
Surprise the four people, especially Bergola Wungu himself did not
approximate. Otherwise he would have thrown himself off the horse's back, his head would have been split in two.
But as his body floated in the air, then at that moment the sword in the girl's hand once again slashed through the whip.
Bergola Wungu snapped loudly and somersaulted to the side
leftist. The sword of the girl who was supposed to cut off her waist cut was now meeting her target on the neck of the Bergola Wungu steed. The horse neighed fiercely before
took lives. Floundering with the neck almost broken. The other horses latently neighed and became binal seeing the spurts of blood. Fortunately, there were three riders
I jumped first. Otherwise they would have been thrown mentally!
The three horses were like crazy and then ran across the gravestones of the cemetery!
”Female Devil!”, kertak Bergola Wungu. ”While you have a pretty look and a smooth body, do you think I hesitate to slash you have a neck shaft?!”
”Do not sell bacot kunyuk berewok! See sword!” the sword in the girl's hand flashed again faster and whipped.
”Sreet!” Bergola Wungu pull the long machete.
And….
”Trang!”
Two guns clashing violently in the air splashed sparks that dazzled the eyes. Bergola Wungu's hands shook with a tingling sensation while the girl in blue clothes bounced a few steps back. The sword in his hand had almost slipped!
which came out of his throat and turned his body into a shadow.
The sword light burst into enveloping Bergola Wungu's body!
But Bergola Wungu is not a green man in the martial world. Not the kid yesterday. Free he was unfortunate across a dozen years to become the leader of Four Berewok Goa Nagreg. Even if he had both feet, his body vanished from the
vistas.
”Breet.... breet.... breet..... breet........!!!”
The blue-clothed girl suffocated and came out from the battle circles. His face was so dark red when he realized how the tip of Bergola Wungu's machete had made more than ten tears on his clothes that the girl was now almost half-naked!
”Animal man!” rutuk blue dress girl. ”Today I complain against you!”
With all that he swarmed to the face. His sword roared like a typhoon. Bergola Wungu twitched to the side. The girl's sword hit the tombstone so it was locked in two! He slashed back towards the waist. But at that moment Bergola Wungu's left arm had hit his right wrist, making his sword detachable and mentally distant.
”Ha.... ha... today is the end of your history as a child of Kalingundil!”
Long gauge in the hands of Bergola Wungu back mebabat increasingly here. Back sound: breet... breet.... breet....!
And now the blue pants of the girl who was targeted
cleaver tip. In half a time it could be said that the girl was almost naked. Her clothes were torn big without being able to cover the whiteness of her breasts, stomach, back and thighs!
By relying on the speed of movement even by rolling yourself in the land of Kalingundil's daughter trying to save themselves. But the tip of the machete Bergola Wungu really has locked him away from various majors. It's impossible for him
to run, it was impossible for him to save lives!
”Sreet....!”
The girl's hair was broken off.
”Sreet....!”
The girl's blue trouser strap was so twisted that it fell off her waist and her aura was completely unsealed now!
”Beched! Just kill me! Kill!” yelled the girl.
Bergola Wungu laughed.
”Kill about easy!”, he said as he pressed the end of the cleaver into the throat of the girl.
”but did you know that before you killed my mother, you had your father rape her first?! Ha. ha…. The law of karma is now in effect! Karma law!”
Suddenly at incredible speed the girl thrust her neck shaft to the face. But Bergola Wungu's movements were even faster. The end of the cleaver is shifted to the side. As soon as the girl was pushed to the face then her left hand swiftly grabbed the girl's hair. The almost helpless girl was still trying to kick her foot in the face.
That meaningless attack didn't hit its target.
Bergola Wungu threw the girl to the ground then ambushed her ferociously. Both rolling. Yang
one seeks to defend his honor, one deliberately to destroy that honor!
”Friends!”, cried Bergola Wungu. ”Don't shut up! This girl is all part of us! What are you waiting for?!”
Simultaneously three men Bergola Wungu immediately stormed anyway. A girl, four boys rolling in the graveyard! Screaming, yelling, kicking and lunging. It was as if they were all crazy to enter a series of graves!