Asphalt Edge Empty House

51 Gates of Hell

The sound of the growling outside just getting louder, Siska prepared to be ready with a long-barreled rifle, keep watch if the zombies manage to break through. The hero is still determined, the desire of Mr. Jarwo to open the gates of hell, it is impossible for him to grant.

"Time gets narrower, mind, decide now or the zombies will make us one of them."

Not yet had time to speak suddenly the sound of helicopters rumbling in the sky, accompanied by the noise of machine gun fire. The zombies that surrounded the house were immediately provoked and looked for the source of the sound.

"Siska... hurry down, we leave this house now!"

The opportunity was used by Wira, Pakde Jarwo, and Siska to get out of the house. They ran through the back door through the night darkness into the forest.

A few zombies that kissed their presence, immediately chased after, but the Hero nimbly struck the foot of their foot, then pierced his head. After that they ran through the garden into the forest.

The three continued to run only armed with light from their respective phonsells. The fog and cold weather made them quite difficult, Siska fell several times, but Wira did not want to stop, she immediately helped the girl to stand up again, and rushed to continue running.

"We better get further into the forest, it'll be easier to hide and set traps for them."

The hero gave the command followed by Siska and Pakde Jarwo. Although they do not know the direction of their destination, Wira continues to run while hoping to find a cave or anything that might be used as a place to shelter from the attacks of zombies.

From a considerable distance the barrage of bullets still continues to be heard mixed with the roar of the helicopter engine. Long enough they ran until finally the hero stopped at a large tree trunk that had fallen.

"We rest here while waiting for dawn. I think this place is pretty safe."

Wira sitting leaning against the tree trunk sound their breaths sniffling at each other. Once again they escaped death.

"Is Asih's nest still far from here Wir?"

Pakde Jarwo asked to confirm their position. He wanted to match, whether their travel time would be right with the birthday of Wira on the Javanese calendar, according to Ronggo Joyo's notes.

"If I don't get me wrong, from this village we need a day's walk, to get to the empty house edge of the asphalt."

"If you want to go faster, we can cut the road through the hill, but the forest there is wingit, I don't want to add to the problem."

"What's wrong, sir?"

The hero asked back, he was curious, why pakde Jarwo was impressed to rush to arrive at the nest of the demonic woman.

"If it's true that our mileage is only a day's journey, it means that you still have one more day to kill the demon."

"Your weton will fall in two days, you better save this mustika. Once there's a chance to stab his heart and stab the demon's head."

"I'll guard the portal, to get them back to nature."

Pakde Jarwo handed over Ronggo Joyo's legacy mustika, and his gold spikes. The hero received the two sacred objects doubtfully. He still disagrees that Pakde Jarwo made sacrifices. But he doesn't want to argue.

"Are you sure I can do all this?"

"All back to your belief ngger, sir can only control, you will solve this matter."

"On the odds, sirde can only say fifty, lumaby because the fateful day you two are the same."

The silent hero did not want to ask again. The atmosphere of the night became silent, which sounded only the wind, and the sound of night insects. The three of them sat down tightly to ward off the cold. The night felt very long, Wira was on guard with a gun in his hand, while Pakde Jarwo and Siska chose to sleep to recover energy.

Early in the morning they had woken up, the forest was still covered in a thin fog. The hero extinguishes the fire of the remaining branches of the tree and the dried leaves that he burns to warm the body overnight.

His hands were still frozen due to the cold air. After breakfast they went out of the forest to continue their journey.

The situation in the village is very chaotic corpses are scattered, the military is really doing a cleaning operation. A foul smell spread out, stinging the nose, some undead figures with conditions that were no longer intact could still move, galloping in pursuit.

Siska picked up the rifle that was strapped to her back. The police forcefully aimed at them one by one until they collapsed with their heads crushed. They continued to walk heartily among the scattered corpses, the quiet, desolate village road, making the aura even more uncomfortable.

"In the end the casualties are inevitable, they all become Sandikala's fall."

Wira muttered softly the scenery along the way made it sliced. Sad, angry mixed into one. Because of the greed of the Sandikala sect, those who are innocent must bear the consequences.

"Those who crave for the devil, why is this person the victim."

Siska perotes in her heart, while shedding her tears, she impatiently wanted to get to the empty house edge of asphalt and face directly with Asih.

It had been two more hours they walked, finally Wira, Pakde Jarwo, and Siska reached the end of the village road. Sayup in the distance they heard the sound of fighting.

They rushed to the direction of the sound. From a distance Wira saw trucks owned by soldiers parked blockading the road. A tank a few meters away was seen in front.

"Retreat..back off...!"

"Quick retreat, they're too many, and they can't be killed!"

There was the sound of a TNI officer in the rank of captain running away to approach the tank.His hand held a grenade that was ready to be thrown. Behind him dozens of TNI combined soldiers, the Police, continued to launch attacks on something in the distance that was not clearly visible to the eyes of the Hero.

"Hey you three get out of here, this place is dangerous!"

"Didn't you hear the red zone warning!"

The captain shouted in a yell, but Wira did not frown, she continued to run forward even though two soldiers had blocked and pulled her arm.

Pakde Jarwo brushed off the muzzle of the rifle aimed at him. He walked quietly behind Wira while saying kamit reciting a mantra that kept on repeating since they came out of the forest.

"Have left it, they might have deliberately wanted to bring death themselves!"

A major officer, giving orders. His face looked irritated, the soldiers who blocked the road eventually retreated and let them pass.

"Sir Wira you're here?"

A handsome young man with a brigadier rank who was moving backwards greeted Wira. Apparently he was one of the members of Wira who took part in the undead cleaning operation that attacked the village.

"How's it going up ahead Wan?"

"It's a mess sir, they're actually dead people, but somehow they got up again from the grave, and attacked the village. We've shot them many times, but in vain they've all been bulletless."

Wira scrunched his forehead. From the brigadier named Wandi, Wira got a picture of the situation that the army was facing in front of them.

"It is only for my army to be defeated, the creatures are not human, they are the forces raised up by the black magic. We are not comparable opponents."

The hero is in the midst of anxiety, while the partially skull-shaped undead are increasingly visible. They kept moving towards the soldiers who were showering them with bullets.

Many times mortar shells from tanks have been fired, but the undead never run out. They continued to exist and attacked the soldiers in the front row.

Whenever hit by a bullet, grenade, or mortar, the shattered body is scattered always back in one piece. And now they're getting closer to military defense. Of course this made all the soldiers panic, and ran backwards.

"It seems like it's time to open the gates of hell."

Pakde Jarwo prepared to perform a soul handing ritual, but suddenly his eyes were disturbed by the figure of a white-haired old man wearing a black headband. The old man stood in the middle of the road while brandishing his dagger.

Suddenly the creature was restrained and could not move forward. They hit a thick glass wall so high that even though they tried to creep up, the results always failed.

The undead bodies stood piled up, some of them seen constantly trying to creep despite the failure.

"Change Wingso?"

The hero recognized the figure standing far away, in front of him. He was very sure that the figure who was standing damming the sentient creature Asih was mbah Wongso village elders they had visited while looking for Siska and Linda.

"You know ki Wongso, Wir?"

"yes, sir, he helped us find Linda at the time."

It turns out that Mrde Jarwo has also known mbah Wongso. The famous man defeated the demit alas wingit in his day.

"It is better to ask the soldiers to withdraw Mr. Wira. There's no point in them being here. These creatures are in the power of darkness, even if nukes are dropped here, they will not perish."

"The demon slingshot woman can't be killed, we can only lock them up and return them to where they came from."

Wira was astonished by the opinion of Mbah Wongso is very different from Ronggo Joyo, and Pakde Jarwo. Of course Wira immediately confirmed Wongso's Mbah statement.

" sorry before. Why mbah Wongso's opinion is different from the explanation of Mr. Jarwo. If that demon can't die, then what's the point of this mustika?"

"Jarwo's opinion is not wrong, it's just incomplete, the female creatures named Asih and Sitarasmi, they are just containers. Both of them are part of the demons of the lower realms."

Wira was more astonished to hear the explanation mbah Wongso, he increasingly did not understand, as well as amazed because since starting the conversation, Wira never mentioned the name Asih and Sitarasmi. But nyatamya mbah Wongso knows his second name.

"I will explain it clearly later so that Mr. Wira understands. Now get that stubborn major to pull his army."

Mbah Wongso told Wira to speak to the major who led the operation immediately. The hero immediately approached the captain, and the major in charge of the clearance operation this time, he asked them to withdraw the troops.

The conversation went very hard. The hero had to fight with the two TNI officers. But after calling to the base, they finally understood and were willing to withdraw the entire army, returning to the post in the nearby village.

Wira returned to meet mbah Wongso and pakde Jarwo who was busy chatting at the time. It seems like the two of them are nostalgic, remembering the youth when they were still jaya, famous as a high-scientific magician.

"Sorry Mbah if you can please explain again about the words earlier."

Mbah Wongso chuckled, then asked that Wira and Siska sit down to join nearby. The four of them then sat cross-legged under a large tree, just a few meters from the line of the undead that was seen trying to penetrate the magical wall created by Wongso.

"Actually Asih is a human child, when his mother was pregnant, the perverted person performed a ritual so that the evil devil ministered to him."

"By chance you guys are the same, so to prevent the demon from coming back, Mr. Wira has to lock him in his body so he can't move body."

"His heart pierced with a golden dagger, and then put a gold nail on his head simultaneously, then he will not be able to move again to the empty body of the girl in Siska's body."

Wira and Siska salaing view, they are amazed by the supernatural abilities possessed mbah Wongso. Without having to do the old grandfather ritual, know that in the body of Siska, bermayam Linda.

"Not to be surprised, this is indeed the devil's way of surviving. Jarwo intends to open the gates of hell in order to attract parasites in Asih's body and return them to the lower realms."

"But if it doesn't work, then he'll die too. And actually, there must be someone who closes the gates of hell, so we agreed to choose Mr. Wira to close the gates."

"With the ceremony to open the gates of hell let it be our business, do not worry Jarwo, I will send the apprentices to attract them."

The woman was amazed to hear Wongso's explanation, she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. What he feared turned out to be a solution. Wira thanked mbah Wongso. His move to kill Asih became lighter now.