Red Blood
Krairon - Erga (Vlll)
THREE!
The fangs saw there was some kind of urn without the middle cover beeping! several times on the rock where the Krairon was held. From inside the jar it shone bright yellowish light that contained damaging radiation. Besides there is a kind of hourglass that is almost empty at the top, in a few seconds the sand on the clock will accumulate down like a pyramid.
TWO!!
The fangs instantly gathered all the energy he had as much as possible. He groaned for a moment then two huge black wings appeared from behind until they tore the clothes off. As fast as lightning he moved taking the urn carrying it to the dark night sky. He threw the urn as far into space as possible so that the Krairon could not be affected by the explosion.
ONE!!!
BOOM!!!!
The night sky turned bright yellow as a result of the explosion from the urn. His thump made the earth tremble violently. All the animals that were there ran in disarray shocked to hear such a deafening sound.
As if a sun had suddenly appeared, the entire Krairon was bathed in a golden light with overwhelming gratitude. They can survive the deadly explosion. Just this time, there was a light that could match the blue moonlight in the sky. Despite its large size, but the explosion from the jar was able to repel the blue light for a while about ten seconds.
The fangs dropped as soon as the explosion had subsided. He breathed heavily while sweating. All relieved, now there's no danger anymore. For Krairon, they were like seeing a god descend from the sky accompanied by a holy light at the back making a perfect silhouette with large wings. The remaining sparks also beautify Taring's stocky body.
Again, Krairon felt that this man was the messenger they had been waiting for for ten years to save them from Werewolf tyranny. Everyone saluted Taring as soon as he touched the ground by bowing.
“Thank you, Your Highness Prince Taring. Your body to my country will never be forgotten for the rest of our lives. I swear I will tell and perpetuate this heroic act of yours to the next generation,” said Larga who still bowed respectfully.
“We are not finished. Krairon and Erga still haven't recovered everything. Moreover, the person who is the key to all this is unconscious now.”
Ilfina drooped limp carried Rhino. He was still unconscious because he was out of energy. He's been working too hard all day. Taring approached and tidied a hair from his face, “if I could get enough blood, I could give him my strength.”
“Oh, about that,” said Miria cheerfully, “we can help you.”
He took out a knife, then slashed his small hand until a few drops of blood fell into the bowl Larga was holding. This time it was Larga's hand-washing turn. Then it moved to one of the Krairon next to it, and then moved again until the bowl was now filled with blood.
“You are willing to sacrifice for us, a drop of blood will not be enough to pay our debt to you. So please start Taring, please.”
The fangs received the bowl of red liquid respectfully. He had never received this much blood reward willingly. Tears fall gently flowing from the cheeks then drip to the ground, “thank you all.”
He drank. The bowl was dry in seconds. The fangs closed the eyes feeling all the senses and strength in his body rise up. He's been filled again. The limp body that had run out of energy was now standing firmly ready to face whatever came. Even the greatest danger he was not afraid of.
But rather than waiting for danger, he cared more about his friend. The fangs touched Ilfina's pretty forehead gently. From his finger came out a kind of rosy aura absorbed by Ilfina. The girl's forehead is now glowing. The fangs provide as much energy as he needs in order to wake up. He did not mind if Ilfina to exhaust all her energy like she did this morning. He was willing to faint for Ilfina.
About two minutes of absorbing energy, Ilfina's eyelids opened as well. He took a languid breath seeing all the crowd of Krairon staring at him worriedly. Looking up a little, he saw the handsome face of a prince looking back at him. After looking at the beautiful handsome face, he realized that the person was Taring.
“Taring?”
“Thank God you're sober.”
The rhino lowered it slowly. Ilfina's head was still a little dizzy but it was enough to stand up properly.
“What happened?”
“I gave my energy to you. We managed to save all of Krairon, even Istara we have also defeated.”
“Oh yes, I just remembered-”
Plaque!
“Hey why did you slap me?”
“I just helped you and you gave me a slap? Thank you.”
Ilfina smiled mischievously with very cute, “sama-sama!”
“Are the two of them always like this?” From behind the crowd Miria whispered curses with Larga.
“I think that's how they show each other care. I think it's romantic,” Larga blinks.
Finally, the tense event of the night was successfully overcome with a victory for Taring and his friends. Istara is no more. Healing back those who have not recovered from the Mantha virus. The next day the whole of Krairon was back in pieces to make an antidote serum.
Ilfina vaporized it on the clouds by borrowing the power of Taring's again. He dragged the green clouds evenly throughout the kingdom of Krairon-Erga without missing a single place. The entire monsters both were six-handed monsters and the killer tree one by one returned to themselves again. About a week later everything was completely healed and this beautiful country returned to its old routine without terror.
The Ergas had already regrown the green leaves on their branches. Previously the fierce and cruel nature had been lost. The beautiful green scenery again filled every place as far as the eye could see. No more creepy swamps. No more valley full of monsters. Everything green-safe-peace-centram.
King Atalus, the leader of Erga turned out to be a very shady banyan tree, perhaps the largest tree there, paying homage to Taring, Ilfina and Rhino as heroes.
Krairon-Erga made a statue of the three of them from Kraiman metal later in life in memory of the services they had rendered. Also the story of their courage is immortalized in verses and books that are equated with the courage of their ancestors against the invaders from outside.
But there is one small problem that has not been able to perfect their heroic story. The land of Krairon-Erga could not survive the natural conditions like this, where the day is much shorter than night. Erga needed sunlight as a source of life, with the unjust sky conditions as they are now, the nutrients they absorb are very lacking. But it seems impossible for the three of them to be able to overcome this one problem.
“I can handle it,” said Iflina.
Whahuh? He can restore the natural conditions to normal? How could he drag the day back into balance with the night?
“I can do it as long as I can get all the required materials.”
“What is it?” Tanya Taring's.
“We only need to make artificial sun, so that the sunlight they can still enjoy even though it is night. For that I need some very difficult components. Large amounts of hydrogen gas, very hard steel, some gold and uranium seeds. Ah yes, I also need crystals that are able to withstand nuclear radiation. And lastly, I need three Ancestral Core.”
All of them instantly fell silent to Ilfina's words. Where can they get all that? Is possible?
“For hydrogen,” says Ilfina, “we already have some tanks. We went into the Istara laboratory in the heart of the valley and found a tank filled with hydrogen. I think he's developing a weapon of mass destruction.”
“Oh good then!” Miria clapped once with six hands of joy, “for steel, you guys are lucky we are Krairon. We're skilled at processing Kraiman metal that's six times the hardness of titanium. We have many.”
Limp price, “for uranium and gold also no need to worry. There are some of us who are in charge of mining nuclear beans, because making a kitchen to process our Kraiman using nuclear. where there is uranium on it there must be gold. Also the crystal that Ilfina want need, we are ready to provide.”
“Alright I think all the materials needed are enough. Except where can we get three Ancestral Core at once?” This time Taring who gave impossible questions to answer, “I honestly have one. But where are we going to find the remaining two?”
“I also have one,” said Miria raised her hand, “The essence of Krairon-Erga's ancestor was born to me. I am ready to sacrifice if needed.”
“I don't think two will be enough, will Ilfina? Where else should we look? It was possible that by this time all the remaining Ancestral Core was already in the hands of the Werewolf.” leader
“No, you're wrong Taring.”
“What do you mean?”
“There is still the Ancestral Core of the Elves. I have it.”
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