Story of Maung Kulon

The Battle of Prohibited Forest I

"Hemm, great. You are indeed another than the others," said Nyai Hand Poison praising Cakra Buana.

His words were pretty loud. So that the four figures on his side could hear. And the reaction of the other characters, they also agreed to what the old woman said by giving a nod as a gesture.

"Hey, what are we going to do next?" ask Cakra Buana.

"Because you have come, then now we will continue again,"

Everyone nodded. A second later, they had moved again running among the lushness of the Prohibition Forest.

The shadows of various colors darted rapidly through into the forest. Dust and leaves flew because of the rapid movement of dozens of people.

The deeper, it turns out that the air there is actually more different. The thick mystical aura felt extremely pressing. The figures immediately protected each of their members in anticipation of the events Tens of different weapons had flashed splitting the horizon. The holder himself has advanced forward.

The moon started to rise high. Soon it will arrive just above the head as a sign of midnight has arrived. A cloud covered the light.

The sound of owls in the distance was earthy with the sound of wolf howls.

The middle of malan has arrived. Dozens of groups stop in the forest that is still lush and many weeds grow there.

The forest is really dark. But within a distance of about ten spears in front of them, there was a bright light radiating into the surrounding area.

A dark yellow light illuminated the darkness of the forest. There also looks there is a building that is almost equal to the size of a famous college. The difference, the building –although it is old– is much more magnificent with authenticity and luxurious ornaments.

Although the lighting is not too bright, but the figures can see it clearly.

His Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart beckoned everyone to split up in order to shorten the distance.

It's just that, before the command is executed, Cakra Buana first raised his voice.

"Hold it!" cakra Buana said suddenly.

"What's the young man?" ask the old woman.

"Something seems wrong. Wait a minute," he said.

After saying so, Cakra Buana immediately deployed Ajian Dewa Saptapangurungu.

If this rare study has come out, then the Nameless Swordsman can certainly hear anyone talk.

Deep inside the old building, twenty high-ranking members of the Death Skull Organization were gathered in one large room. They sat face to face in a special room like a king's room.

On a chair that was very magnificent because it was made of precious stones, it was seen sitting a woman.

A beautiful woman whose beauty would not be found anywhere. Although looking to the end of the world though, no one will be able to match her beauty.

Maybe when God created that woman, she was overjoyed. So that the results of his creation of this one, so perfect without any defects.

"What report did you get?" ask the woman.

His voice is very soft. Softer than anything. His eyes glanced spoiled with plump eyelashes. Their little red lips.

Her skin is so smooth. Like a smooth silk cloth woven with patience.

"The entourage has successfully entered the prohibition area. At the moment they are hiding in a bush with all the troupe they bring" said the man who became the complainant.

The beautiful woman smiled meaningfully. Just hinting with one of his index fingers, the twenty people who were in front of him instantly understood.

A warrior about forty years old in dark green clothes, stepped the bee at the very front. He stopped in front of the building. Behind him were nineteen top-class warriors.

"Everyone, gather!!"

Not yet finished his speech, three hundred lower class warriors had approached. They wear similar clothes with the emblem on the same back.

"We're moving. There are groups of people who deliberately bring their lives here. You surround them, bring full weapons. If you meet, give a sign so that others help you," said the swordsman dressed in dark green.

Although his age is four heads, but his stoutness is still clearly visible. His muscles bulge, his chest field.

"Good leader," answered the three hundred members.

They move in unison.

According to the orders, the men immediately split up to surround the entire forest.

The goal is certainly so that the attacker can not escape anywhere. Because considering, all the exits were already tightly surrounded.

Cakra Buana. He stopped eavesdropping and told the results to others.

"Great, they already know our arrival. The entire forest was already surrounded by members of the Death Skull Organization. Not to mention there were nineteen top-class warriors plus one leader. Inside, there are also some old warriors with a beautiful woman, it seems that woman is in control of this organization," Cakra Buana told everyone.

Those who heard were equally surprised. But only briefly, because a second later, a blaze of spirit immediately came to the surface.

"Good, then we move now. The problem of winning or losing is not the main thing. Importantly for now, we are fighting as much as we can. Believe me, Sang Hyang Widhi will not stay silent," asserted Nyai Hand Poison Sacred Heart to give spirit to all members who are with him.

The whole group felt the same feeling right then and there.

Feelings that can be felt by those who are one way.

The spirit to defend the truth.

If such a thing has grown in the soul of man, let alone three hundred men, a thousand even if they are not afraid to face it.

For the sake of nation and country, losing lives is no longer something to be feared.

It's just the question, does every citizen in a country, have this kind of spirit?

They moved, without waiting any longer, the fifties members had advanced to various corners. They split up in the not too far distance.

The five main characters come forward to face whoever they meet.

The Nameless Swordsman and Wingless Angel returned with a knife. They do the same thing as before. Go through the woods, exterminate anyone they meet.

The battle has started. The main targets are certainly the weakest members. Although their strength is not much, but if there are many, then the situation will be different again.

The Death Skull Organization had also begun their first steps. Nine high-ranking warriors along with a leader, had advanced into this battleground.

A vast forest, a dark night, a great battle.

Complete already.

The clang of the guns began to sound. The time of the battle was not long, but dozens of lower class warriors on the enemy side had already fallen victim to the ferocity of the heroes.