SATRIO.

CH 106

The two swords of Pandji dancing regularly reduced the opponent significantly, his white face flooded by sweat.

The cold expression of the young man with messy hair grew even more frozen when he looked up, looking at the ball of fire and lightning that still continued to strike the vault.

Pandji's worried. He raised his sword speed and shouted loudly at his team, "Get it done now friends!"

One dead man Pandji faced spat out a black liquid after being hit by a kick in the chest.

Hands that only remained the skeleton was trying to rub rough lips torn up with a speck of mucus. The young man got up quickly.

However, Pandji did not give it a chance. He kicked back until the rotten body was slammed. Pandji greeted her with a slash on her neck, turning her into ashes before touching the ground.

Mika and Raksa still collaborate very harmoniously. The power of heirlooms can not be denied to determine their speed.

The Spear of Raksa swerved like a snake, balanced by Mika's poisonous dagger flares, they deserved to be the main actors of an action film.

Although not wearing heirlooms with the same quality and special as the Pandji family, but Aswanta and his two friends are not discouraged.

Compared to the weapons used by the knights of the Baratan Hargo, theirs was still superior. Pandji still provides them with weapons of elite quality.

"I've finished thirty-one, Master!" exclaimed Tirta ruthlessly, his anger overflowing considering both his parents.

Mahesa chimed in with rage, "Capture your emotions, Tirta. You're endangering us if you keep fighting like that, I'm overwhelmed to share protective mana with you!"

"I wouldn't consider you a disciple if you couldn't be directed, Tirta!" aswanta. His short sword danced lightly, more making protective slashes for Tirta who was rampaging with the strains of her wave sword.

"OK .. okay, I get it! Thirty-two, thirty-three …." Tirta retreated closer to his two friends who were fighting right behind his back.

Mahesa thrust her yellow spear fiercely and unraveled the thigh flesh that was making a round kick towards her head.

Not only perfect, Mahesa took off the spear by spinning it quickly and sadistically.

The sound of metal clinks still filling the night must not be as intelligent as some time ago. The number of those who entered the dome is dwindling and starting to burn out.

Black ash flew from each fight, screams and short roars faintly sounded and disappeared into the night.

Outside the dome, Badrika and Andara are still working together to drain mana to shed the protective dome that is starting to crack.

Large and small explosions were heard alternately, intermittently the dome lit up like fireworks if any maroz touched the invisible net of the human eye.

Three chimera-shaped commanders fought hard to spew fire to help the cooperation between Badrika and Andara.

Pandji grinned at the evil behavior of Badrika's forces from inside the protective dome.

All the human forces that attacked first were already successfully overcome.

But his residence was like it was being bombarded by a magical power that could destroy anything.

If there is no dome that paddles above, maybe the house is flat with the ground.

Pandji's team is busy waking the unconscious knights, giving Pandji's mother a concoction of healing herbs that have been packed in capsule form and waiting for some time until their energy is restored.

"Drink this now!" said Aswanta who helped give the medicine to the newly awakened knight. "Hey you .. don't go out the gate!"

Tirta dragged the arm of the young man who was about to come out the gate and forced him to sit inside the pendopo with the others. "One more time you walk there, I'll cut off your feet with a sword. Understand?!"

The young man nodded in fear even though Tirta spoke in a silly tone. He immediately swallowed the medicine stuffed in his mouth and regulated his breathing while closed.

The pain in the entire body slowly disappeared, his mind became clear and his strength stabilized again. "Thank you, chief!"

"Chairman? There's no class president here, this isn't a school. This is the residence of the Abisatya family, the court owner of Putra Ganendra," explained Tirta who did not understand the words of the young man he had just helped.

"Alright .. thank you very much, Mas ..." said the young man, nodding.

"Tirta, that's my name!"

"OK, besides saying thank you I want to know how I survived?"

"Listen friend .. You were saved on purpose! But it's not free at all, there's a price to pay!"

The young man looked at Tirta skeptically, his head throbbing as he thought, since when is there a sale of lives in the world?

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