THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
THE DEATH OF MANGKUBUMI

The officer laughed. That's the deadly style of swordsmanship he embraced, called the style of "sabbing the mountain piercing the hill". Of course the Mangkubumi Mintra sprigs mean nothing. This old man quickly changed the position of his weapon but in vain because the tip of the opponent's sword first hit his chest. Then a terrible grievance came from the throat of the poor old man. 

At that time, Sultan Hasanuddin had managed to get out of the confinement of rebel soldiers and although his heart was heavy, he was forced to flee, not only to save himself, but he was forced to flee, but also save the heirloom keris Tumbal Wilayuda, in order to re-establish the future Kingdom of Banten. 

But when the ears heard Mangkubumi Mintra's complaint, the Sultan stopped running and turned his body. So he went up black when he saw how the old man fell on the ground bathed in blood. 

" Violent rebels!! I pit my soul against you!! ”, exclaimed Sultan Hasanuddin. 

He stormed to the face, but not to mention he launched an attack then there was a roaring sound like a wasp. Six strange, star-shaped white objects shot out rapidly towards the rebels. Five rebel soldiers tried to escape or fend off the thing, but without mercy. The five screamed loudly, fell to the ground, cornered instantly and then stiffened with no life. 

The rebel officer in his surprise and with his higher intelligence, used a sword to climb the sparkling star object. 

"Trang !" 

The officer looked pale. His sword can indeed make mental objects of death that attack him, but his own weapon putung two hit the object. Both the officer and Sultan Hasanuddin simultaneously turned their heads towards the top of the big tree, from which the secret weapons came. 

"Devil motherfucker on the tree come down!!! Don't hide yourself!!! ”, snapped the officer. 

In response there was a laughing voice, then a body lightly floated down to the ground from the top of the big tree. In fact, he was a cool-looking young man with long hair. His age may not be much different from the Sultan himself. At that time his clothes were not buttoned and the wind that blew a bit hard to shake his white clothes, so it was clear that the image of the Trident was printed on his right chest of the Death Trident Swordsman. 

Seeing this young man facing him with such a mocking laugh, then snapped at the officer earlier. " It seems you still don't know who you're dealing with!! Still do not know what the consequences of your intervention in uru.” 

The officer's words just got there. Almost imperceptible Swordsman Trident of Death had already moved his hand and threw the Heavenly Dragon star towards the talking rebel officer. Then "hegg”. There was a choking sound from the officer's cage, when the Celestial Dragon's secret weapon precisely entered the mouth. The secret weapon vanished and blood immediately spurted out of the officer's mouth. His fate then is no different from the fate of his previous subordinates. 

Sultan Hasanuddin immediately approached Pendekar Trisula Maut. "Brother, you've helped. Me...” 

The Trident of Death signaled. He stepped quickly and bowed before Mangkubumi Mintra. It turned out that the old man was still breathing one by one. Mouth twitching. 

"Sultan.. maybe he wants to talk to you”, tell Pendekar Trisula Maut or Rangga Geblek. 

Hearing that Sultan Hasanuddin immediately knelt beside the body of the old man. Mangkubumi Mintra with the remnants of energy that there open his two sparkling eyes. When his gaze touched the face of Sultan Hasanuddin then smile at him. "Sultan, are you okay ? " 

"No father". 

The sultan stroked the old man's hair and wiped the sweat off his forehead. The sweat and forehead were as cold as ice. 

Sultan Hasanuddin nodded. He was about to say something but it was not because he saw the old man turning his head to the young man who had helped him. 

"Young man, I'm glad you came. Even happier because you saved the Sultan. God will someday repay your great service”. 

The old man stopped talking for a moment. Presumably he was gathering new energy from the last remnants of his strength. Then his mouth opened again. 

"What is certain is, if the throne of Banten has returned to its rightful owner, then the Kingdom and the people of Banten will not forget your help or service this” 

The Trident of Death tried to smile. He knew that the old man's condition was no longer possible to help. Then he said. "Sorry old man, I can't do anything with your wounds” 

"Ah... This wretched me need not be taken care. I am happy to meet death in this way. I am glad because at this time of death I have seen the light that Banten will surely return to his rightful heir…" 

Mangkubumi rolled his eyes at Sultan Hasanuddin. His mouth was open to say something, but the angel of death asked for his life first. Tears welled up in the eyes of Sultan Hasanuddin. Bite his own lips to hold out the sound of sobbing. Suddenly the forehead of the Death Trident seemed to flinch. His head was turned to the east. 

"What is it?", asked the Sultan who at that time still did not hear any sound. 

"The rebellious gibberish was I guess”, said Pendekar Trisula Maut. 

A few moments later, the Sultan heard the sound of a lot of horse legs, coming towards the direction where they were at that time. After a while, between the trees and the tall bushes, there were about twenty rebellious soldiers led by a white-faced, black-haired scuffed man. 

" Sultan, leave this place quickly! " 

"Can't be buddy! Mangkubumi Mintra is stretched out in this way and is a coward once left you alone. Moreover, you are my helper lord”, rebutting the Sultan when he was asked to leave. 

"It's not about the Sultan's coward. What matters is your safety and the safety of Tumbar Wilayuda's keris in your hands".

Of course, Sultan Hasanuddin was shocked to hear the speech of Pendekar Trisula Maut. When the young man first called him "Sultan", he was shocked and now even knew that the Tumbar Wilayuda keris was in his hands. 

Meanwhile, the horsemen were getting closer. Rangga Geblek or Pendekar Trisula Maut said again. "Go quickly before it's too late! About this old man's body I'll take care of. As long as the mountain is green, we will meet again! " 

Hearing that and again there was nothing else he could do, then Sultan Hasanuddin immediately left the place. As soon as he disappeared behind the bushes, twenty rebel soldiers under the leadership of the black face reached the place. He gave a signal. Soldiers spreading. And the Heavenly Dragon Death Trident Swordsman was now confined in the middle of a circle of twenty fully armed warriors, under the leadership of a kosen martial figure.

SERIATE...