SATRIO.

CH 94

Pandji goes into the room, summons the black barion and goes out of the house across dimensions towards Uncle Candi's house.

His premonition said Badrika might be hiding not far from her home, watching the movements of her troops, most of whom had infiltrated all the disciples of the court Hargo Baratan, also watching her Mother not to take her father out of the house.

The atmosphere of Uncle Candika's house is quiet, the former fight that ravaged the fence and yard is still clear.

Pandji got down from the barion and told his mount to go home, he walked around the house investigating and concentrated on detecting the aura.

The flow where Uncle Temple's magic in the air still remained thin, as well as his Father's, just that Pandji did not feel the dark energy Badrika was there.

The energy mixed with the two mana Pandji recognized was almost the same as that of the short man Mika had finished off in front of the fence of her house.

Pandji was just about to knock when one big shadow pounced from behind and made him slam into the door.

"This rotten smell ... this aura, damn it!" Pandji turned around quickly to find the body of the young man whose skin had blistered and his supposedly black eyes were only a faint gray color were staring at him with a strange grin.

The foul-smelling young man's mouth was dripping blackish mucus, the severity of the hair that should be neat, looked half bald because the scalp was also blistered like it was about to come off.

The young man drew a sword at Pandji with a finger almost visible to his bones.

Pandji immediately drew the sword with a gold-patterned hilt and filled it with mana.

TRANGS!!! TRANGS!!!

The two swords clashed fast, Pandji occasionally dodged the maroz residing in the body of Hargo Baratan's disciple who attacked him brutally.

The sword slash of the dead young man was not bad at all even though his body started to break down and rot.

Pandji again jumped to the side as the sabre almost cut his neck. The sword that missed his slash scratched the door of the house and made it split in two.

"Sorry Uncle .. It wasn't me who broke the door of this house," cried Pandji echoing all the way into the house.

With a high jump, Pandji retaliated with one quick swing that parsed the bowels of the young man in front of him.

Black liquid and a foul smell came out together, the young man fell down on the doorstep and was burned by the heat of Asih Jati quickly, leaving the black ash then gone in nothingness.

The young man left behind a sword of decent quality, Pandji took it back.

Pandji's father came out of the door followed by Uncle Candika whose face pias, like no blood flowing in his head. Some of the wounds that had been bandaged also appeared on Uncle Candi's body.

Pandji watched with question marks before the man not far from his father told him to come in.

“What happened, Uncle? Previous ... sorry about the front door."

Uncle Candika shook her hands, not caring about the damage done to her house, "That's not a problem, there's another important thing that Uncle's thinking."

"Uncle got hurt a lot, how could it?" Pandji observed minor injuries that were not covered in bandages, such as scratch marks or light scratches of sharp weapons.

"Mas Pandji has just met one of the Hargo Baratan disciples who is not strong receiving black magic with demonic energy in it. For those who could not survive .. their lost souls were not helped and their bodies were rotting. But, it can still be used by the demons who originally possessed them," explained Uncle Candika briefly.

"Half of the disciples of Hargo Baratan had turned into living dead beings, the other half who managed to survive made progress by becoming more powerful than before. Uncle had just faced the two, only a few people but they were quite strong."

"Aren't they supposed to .. They didn't attack Uncle Temple?"

"They obeyed Badrika's orders, the uncle was just trying to get out of the house to visit your father, but they held back and tended to hurt. There was a fight, thankfully your father soon came, otherwise.Imbe Uncle's life is no longer in the body."

Uncle Candika's remorse was endless, her head almost bursting out feeling the responsibility she had to bear, either to the parent whose child had turned into a demon or whose life had already been lost. Even Yogya residents who began to fret with the incident in some schools and public places.

“Badrika came here?” tanya Pandji voiced his thoughts.

“He left so feel your father's aura coming.”

Pandji didn't miss, the guess was right. "I want to meet Auntie Risa!"

"Don't! The magic in his bracelet would kill him spontaneously if any aura other than darkness approached him. Your father tried to get close, and it made Risa die!"

“So what's our next move, Uncle?”

“Uncle has discussed with your father, Mas Pandji can chat for the next step. Uncle has not been able to determine his attitude, however Badrika is a child .. and he is among those whose body is still alive even though his soul is somewhere."

Uncle Candika took a heavy breath, then continued to speak, "But Uncle still wishes there was a miracle that the Ganendra breed could create to heal Badrika and also Yogya who is now in danger.”

"We've discussed it, don't go out of the house to keep your safety and your family awake!" sahut Ayahanda Pandji's. "We're saying good, the sun's almost up."

Pandji's father invited his son to come home by car.

Pandji again sat behind the wheel and held his mouth back so as not to yawn widely due to family manners.

“Can Pandji rest after this, Dad?”

“Not …! Until the house immediately took a shower and then picked up oma and opa at Adi Sucipto airport. They land at seven later.”

Pandji glanced at his watch and complained inwardly.

Why don't you just pick me up? Wasn't the father of Oma and Opa's sons?

"Dad there's still other business, Mas! It wasn't you who protested that Oma came across dimensions and didn't stop by to greet you?"

"Eh .. isn't it rude to read people's minds, Dad?"

"You're my son, is there a problem?"

"Absolutely not," replied Pandji quickly. He got rid of his brain, trying not to think about anything to not read his father, even though Pandji actually half-dead want to curse the ability he does not have.

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