Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart

Struggle

Love does not change a lonely world

The sound of the flapping of the weakened wings remained upright crashing through the storm that was not strong made him unconscious. The wings have been targeted by Taraya troops, the figure of the tribe and the spirit that haunts managed to pass through various lives just to harm him.

“Look, the strongest winged king is now in our hands” said tribal chief Taraya.

The king is bound by a sharp thorny root with a spell cast by the chief of the Taraya tribe. The thorny root injured his entire body. The blood dripping from the wound ripped through his skin, the more the king moved the tear on his skin grew wider.

“Argghh” The king thrashed his efforts independent of ties.

He was placed on a giant stone table as a deity. The Taraya tribe wants its giant wings.

“King, today is the day of your death. No one can help you even if the sky is staring at you. Ihihihhh” said the chief of the Taraya tribe.

The devil's plan worshipped by the Taraya tribe was to gather strength from the jinn to strengthen his knowledge and resurrection.The sound of the pounding feet of the Taraya tribe holding a spear by exclaiming to walk around the king.

“Hu, ha, hu” bustling sounds they watched to the Taraya tribe holding a giant sword that looked sharp. He sprinkled flowers, the sudsh water that the spell recited turned into blackened blood smeared all over the sword.

“Arska, it's okay for me to lose this powerful wing as long as I can stay with you in every life. I must not die because I cannot bear the pain” muttered Raja Permadi.

“King, in a matter of three. You should be able to pull the red thread that was near the creature” echoed Han's psychic voice.

“Who wants to foil my plans?” said the chief of the Taraya tribe.

He deployed the spirits of the jinn a thousand skulls to open the protective parcel of the psychic. “I know this aura, green psychic figure dare to interfere in my affairs!” said the chief of the Taraya tribe.

The king could not reach the red thread that the demoniac said, his hands did not reach because his wings seemed to have been glued by a very sharp object. The more he tried to reach then the wings were interested in releasing blood that flowed so fast.

“King! I have a lot more time. Sunlight will penetrate my light, the figure of the head of Taraya devil adherents have a great science heir” said shaman.

From above the sky, Ganga flaps wings carrying princess Arska. The princess used her supernatural eyes to successfully enter the forbidden forest where the Taraya tribe was located. He used a bow of arrows filled with fireballs to aim right at the back of the chief.

Brakkk's. The giant sword slipped out of the hand of the chief. The princess also took aim, releasing some rotting towards the black skull. One by one it shattered with the sound of a terrible scream echoing. King Permadi also managed to reach the red thread to enter the mortal moving towards the kingdom of Yaksa.

“Princess!” shouted the King.

The princess was chased by the Taraya tribe, the ganga brushed off any wind magic cast by the chieftain. As they penetrate the forest to get out, Ganga's legs are pulled by the thorny rope thus losing their balance. Seeing that, the princess leaped from Ganga's body then slashed the thorny root with her sword.