HOLY LOVE QUEEN OF THE OCEAN

PETAKA IN KARANGWUNI VILLAGE

On a clear morning where the morning dew had not yet dried, there was the sound of screams accompanied by heart-wrenching cries.

A group of savage robbers are running their stunt in the morning. Robberies are accompanied by rape and murder.

With a mad herd of robbers queuing up to fuck a pregnant woman. And two of the little girl's children roared to her mother. And the sinful savage robbers just laughed while salivating. In the form of a burning lust.

Apsara quickly escaped her horse approaching a horde of savages who did not know that honor and respect.

He took out the fat and arrows from his back. While continuing to drive the horse, the right hand holds the gendewa and the left hand draws the arrow. They are one by one a group of immoral men. The arrow shot quickly without pause on the neck of the robber until it penetrated to the other side, becoming a picture of the wrath of the Archer God. They died with a face full of surprise, dying in the barbaric waiting.

Inside there is still one more person who is racing to take evil pleasure. His sweat was flowing through the body. From his mouth came the sound of a snort full of pleasure. While the woman who was being raped cried lamenting the humiliation and pain that was being experienced.

"Dign creatures. Get you out of this life." With the murkanya Apsara pulled out his dagger at the end of the dagger was right about the spinal cord. The robber could not tell the difference between the pleasure he had gulped from the woman before him and the pain of the call of the god of death. The pain comes along with the peak of pleasure it is gaining. His eyes looked at the confusion. Caught up too. Die.

Outside the house Baluh Jingga hugged the poor woman's two young children. The two children were puzzled along with an overwhelming fear of what had happened. His father had been lying lifeless and his mother was weeping.

After covering the body of the extremely pitying woman, Apsara came out with a dead red face holding back the anger. An orange gusset came in and saw the woman inside. But he was late some time. The woman found the dagger belonging to the robber who had raped her. With the rest of the power he had thrust the dagger right into his heart. Lampuses. This woman prefers the self-lamp rather than living with humiliation. He brought the child in his womb to meet his husband who had left him first. Sadness, humiliation, hopelessness piled into one.

Baluh Jingga came out of the house with wrath. He ran into another herd of robbers who were dragging an old man who was trying to save his daughter's honor. The whip that became his flagship weapon, wrathfully swung the whip towards the robber before him. Feeling something challenging, the robber fiercely served the attacks of Baluh Jingga. His dancing sword serves the whip game of a female swordsman who is out of nowhere. The whip kept attacking him from all sides not giving him a chance to twitch. Keep attacking full of awesomeness, right left, front back, top down. The robber lowered his body avoiding the whip that flew over him. As the whip struck his lower half agilely he leaped upwards and directly sideways directed his sword to wound the ferocity of his opponent, a beautiful young lady. Actually a little careful of these robbers in the face of the Orang Gorge. This beautiful flower is very dear when injured. But due to unfounded caution accompanied by his wild delusion, several times he was hit by a whip so fiercely roaring, that the robber suffered pain in several parts of his body. Lost already the impression of the face of ayu in front of him, which is now how he conquered the ferocity of the whip that became the weapon of the young woman who was fighting kanuragan with him.

Sweat poured down from the face and neck of Baluh Jingga. His clothes were drenched in sweat. There is no longer a trace of a servant who must devote himself daily to the work of a servant in the kingdom. All that seemed now was the agility and wrath of a female swordsman.

The battle lasted long enough. On one occasion Baluh Jingga carried out a deceptive attack. He directed his whip to the foot of the robber, with lightning fast the robber leapt up his foot, and without warning when the robber was still in a jumping position moved his whip as fast as lightning towards the robber's neck. The crew heard the sound of a broken collarbone. When the robber realized his life had escaped from the body.

Baluh Jingga still with a burning breath. His eyes stared intently at the surroundings looking for a criminal to vent his wrath.

Apsara approached him and touched his shoulder. " Have a rest, take care of the children and the people who need help. Let us be the men who fight the criminals," said Apsara slowly trying to calm the emotions of Baluh Jingga unexpected.

Baluh Jingga just silently stared intently at Apsara. But he did not fight back with what Apsara ordered. He kept his whip back in place. He joined in helping the population and children who are being hit by disaster.

In some places of this village there were fights. These robbers have the ability of a capable canuragan. The movements are like well-educated movements, trained with a high degree of discipline. The battles were fought fiercely.

Jaladhi fought fiercely against one of the robbers. They both armed with swords. Crashing each other, slashing at each other. The level of his opponent's science was below him. But this guy was so prigelously painstaking in dealing with it. He took into account all the movements of his opponent so it was not easy for Jaladhi to defeat him. Brain versus brain. His opponent mostly fought with his brain, his movements observed and studied, after making a decision then he attacked.

"How to defeat this man" he said in his heart.

Try a way. If he had focused on attacking, he would now follow the flow of water wherever he moved. Jaladhi's opponent pointed his sword at the right side of him, with Jaladhi's quick movements instantly moving to his opponent's right side. Hit his opponent's hand violently until the hand shook and released his sword. Jaladhi's opponent tried to bend down to take his sword making use of the small amount of time available. Jaladhi also bowed, but did not take the opponent's sword but flapped his opponent's sword until it bounced far away. Jaladhi's opponent became a little nervous. This opportunity is used as best as possible. Hit him on the back with all his might, before his opponent hit the ground kicked hard until his opponent was thrown a few fathoms from him. He lifted the body of the man and aligned it with a large palanquin tree in the place where he hit his opponent's stomach with four strokes without pause by expelling energy completely. His opponent fell silent, silent for good.

The battle points in some places were already deserted. Stop without being touched. Victory felt on the side of the team. It had been a year that they had wandered and witnessed several crimes, but the crimes encountered this time were so inhumane, that they had to be extinguished without waste. Although Jaladhi felt that there was an awkwardness in today's events but his neglect would make the biggest regret for him.