Story of Mystery 2

The Demon Goddess's Revenge

"You really want to do it Nindia?" the one who asked was an old man with long hair and a beard who had bleached.

He asked a beautiful girl, dressed in a dark robe. They were both standing in front of a door that was tall and wide.

The girl turned, "This is the only way."

"But I've explained the risk, you will sacrifice your body" explained the old man.

"I know, and I'm ready," his hand pushed the door in front of him. "Wait here, whatever happens, I won't let you in."

The old man looked silent, no more rebuttals from his mouth. He knows how stubborn the grandson's head, will not change his will even though it has been advised. Finally he just nodded and waited.

As soon as the door opened, the girl came in. The door is back closed.

The room was very large, crystal stones were on several sides of the space, giving off an illuminating green-colored light. Stepping forward, the girl climbed the stone stairs, a pool with blackish red water in front of her. White steam billows on it, smell fishy and rusty.

The woman took off her robe, nothing now covered her aura. Slowly he lowered his foot into the pool. Not long after his whole body was out of sight.

Some time later, the pool water seemed to boil, the surface released bubbles, white steam increasingly steaming.

The water is gushing, one head appears on the surface of the pond, but the appearance is not the head of the girl. What appeared was a sinister face, with sunken eyes and red, his mouth opened, sharp fangs sticking out, and a shout that could knock out the heart sounded. Aaaaaaah!!!

The bearded old man waiting outside almost fell to hear the scream.

Nindia! His screams in his heart, he touched the door leaf, but undone his intention. Back old man in his original position, waiting.

One day waiting, the door in front of him opened wide. In front of the old man stood a figure of a creature. With a jet black body, hair rippling, red eyes! A pointed fang appeared from his mouth as he grinned, and his fingers were filled with sharp fingernails.

"Eyang." one hoarse voice sounded.

The old man nodded. "Let's grandchildren, we prepare clothes for you" he said as he watched the creature's body not wearing any clothes.

The monstrous creature was Nindia, the granddaughter of the old man, how could she who was originally in a beautiful manner turn terrifying when she entered the pond?

The pond was not just any pond, but the Devil Frame Pool, had the power to increase anyone's energy dozens of times over. Efficacy that can only be obtained once, after which the pool water becomes fresh.

Unfortunately there is a price that must be paid, anyone who wants to obtain the benefits of the pool.

The old man was named Ki Tapa Surya, the stakeholder of the Demon Frame Pool, while Nindia was his grandson. Dozens of years in his tutelage since the girl's two parents were killed.

Nindia knew who the killer of her parents was, from the age of ten she trained hard, with the aim of someday getting revenge.

However, her parents' arch-enemy is not a human, after ten years in Ki Tapa Surya's tutelage, the girl's ability is not comparable to his future enemy.

Nindia whines, asking KiTapa Surya to show her the fastest way to defeat the enemy. Finally opened the secret of the Demon Frame Pool to his grandson.

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There are three levels if we want to meet the Whip of Hell at Bukit Gema Loka, the gate on the first level is guarded by four brothers nicknamed West Lion, the gate on the second level is guarded by, the Claw of Death and Trident of Death, being on the third level guarded by a single man with the title of the Netherworld.

The atmosphere of the night was not completely dark, the moon was seen half in space. At the first gate of Bukit Gema Loka, four brothers and sisters of the Western Lion sit casually enjoying the venison on the bonfire grill.

"I'm bored" said the First Lion.

"Why Brother?" asked the Fourth Lion, while engrossed in the thighs of the deer in his hand.

"Over the years we've been demon lackeys, how not to be bored." replied the First Lion in passing.

About five years ago the name of the Western Lion ruled the world of mourning, until one day they met the Whip of Hell and were defeated, since then four lions became subordinates in Bukit Gema Loka.

The three First Lion sisters did not acknowledge his brother's words, they were indeed easy to leave the hill if they wanted to, but the oath had bound them, as knights, to abstain from breaking the oath.

"Hey!? Who's that!?" The Second Lion suddenly rose up on alert.

From the darkness stepped slowly one body figure, the longer the closer. The other three lions also rose up.

When the newcomer had entered the range of the campfire rays, the four Western Lions let out a shocked bellow. The newcomer has such a haunted form. With a harness made of blackish metal, a huge sword draped over his back, and a sinister face, this guest who came was like a demon who came from Hell. Soon the Western Lion was on alert.

"Hey! Stop that!" the Second Lion shouted.

The creature stopped.

"Who are you!? Whatdoyouwant!?" ask the Second Lion.

The newcomer's red eyes flashed, his mouth opened, "Hell Whip, I came for his life."

The hoarse voice that came out of the creature's mouth made the Western Lion more convinced that before them this was not a human nation.

"Hurm your mouth! You think we're scared! Step over our bodies before you meet the Hell's Whip!" the First Lion.

The creature grinned. The srekk! He pulled out the sword on his back, pointed it towards the Western Lion. "Relin..." Body flashes. The smell of rust filled the area.

The four Western Lions who were already on alert dodged the attack. In a short time the duel happened.

Dhuagg! The First Lion's kick hit the opponent's body, but the opponent did not move from his place at all, as if the First Lion's kick in the energy in it was just a clap.

Back the fight occurred, the mainstay formation of the Western Lion locked the enemy, many times the punch and claws were successfully sifted to the enemy's body, unfortunately none of them managed to hurt. After a dozen moves, humans in a sinister form that is none other than the manifestation of Nindia roared, the attack more ferocious, the smell of rust more stinging, the energy coming out of his sword causing pain in the skin like slashed. The four Western Lions were flurrying, they moved backwards while throwing long-range blows.

Crass! Akh!

The sabre split open the chest of the Fourth Lion, its body slammed with a fountain of blood from its wound.

Sett! The splash!

Nindia's body suddenly shot out very quickly, her sword making a circular motion on the sidelines of the remaining Third Lion's attack.

Crass! Crass! Crass! Akh!

The three sabetans of Anindia tore the opponent's body apart. His speed that is difficult to follow the eye makes the opponent unable to dodge. The three Lions collapsed onto the ground covered in blood.

Nindia stared at the satisfied corpses that were lying in front of her. His feet stepped towards the gate.

The distance of the Second Gate was quite far, but with the ability he had before Nindia arrived. In front of him two people who were about fifty years old faced off.

Like the Western Lion, the Claws of Death and the Trident of Death were shocked to see the embodiment of the newcomer.

"What do you mean by nisanak?" ask Trident of Death.

Nindia replied, "Killing the Whip of Hell.."

The two guards were on alert. "Go home, your efforts are in vain tonight, you enter the tiger's horn." said the Claw of Death.

Laughter whizzed out of Nindia's mouth, "Tiger? Anybody I can kill tonight, hehehee.."

Surprised at the two guards, "Badly, you're looking to die!" shouts the Claws of Death, his body pierced with two claws outstretched.

Fierce fighting ensued, Si Trident of Death took part, with two tridents in his hands scattering the body of the opponent.

But just as the Western Lion encountered, the opponent's body was unaffected by the claws and strokes of the trident, making the two guards inexhaustible. Especially when Nindia intensified her attack, the two opponents fought back and forth to avoid the sabre.

Not wanting to continue at the insistence of the Death Claw on his recitation, his two claws turned blackened, that was his mainstay punch Poison Core Claw Punch. He pushed both his hands.

Glucarr! Loud explosions rang out, Trident Death to the point of jumping rolled avoiding the impact of the punch.

Nindia stretched her sword. The two opponents in front of him were quite great, had been increased speed and attack power doubled, but the opponent was still able to overcome, so it was decided to increase his attack power three times.

Heakhs! Hoarse screams came out of his mouth, Nindia's body darted faster, the smell of rust sounded so stifling.

The claws of Death and the Trident of Death choked, they quickly responded, an exclamation fight ensued, but not for long there was a shriek of screams, sword slashes tore through the bodies of the two guards, and, nindia's movements that doubled her speed were no longer able to be overcome by the two, with the sound of the Death Claw's body thumping and the Trident of Death slamming the ground.

Silent.

At the third gate of the Netherworld stood waiting, the aura of killing and death had been felt. There was an enemy with extraordinary magic approaching.

Sure enough, not long ago a figure appeared from the darkness. The monstrous form of uninvited guest did not make the Afterlife's Palms tremble at all, the old man remained calm.

"Hmm.. what is your purpose The Whip of Hell?" guess the Netherworld.

"You great old man, your guess is correct, let me in, your life is unattractive to me." a hoarse voice came out of the newcomer's mouth.

The newcomer's reply, which seemed to be looking one eye, did not make the Netherworld worry, "You know, I'm just a guard here, it's the duty of the guard to take care of his master."

The srekk! Without further ado Nindia drew out a sword. The opponent in front of him is not arbitrary, immediately he increased his attacking power fourfold.

Seeing the opponent pull out a weapon, the Netherworld Palm stretched out one side of its palm forward.

Heakhs! Nindia lunging.

Sett! Dherr! Uhh!

Somehow, the body of the Netherworld Tread snuck and thrust its palm at the chest of the opponent. Nindia slammed back hard. The opponent's palm was like a steel blow to his chest.

The Netherworld smiled. His position returned again, with one hand extending a palm in front.

Nindia's eyes gushed red, she emposed her attack sixfold, as fast as the lightning she flashed, her sword roared attacking all parts of the opponent's prone body.

Sett! Dhuarr! Akh!

Once again Nindia's body was slammed. What a great Netherworld, the speed of the opponent's attack seemed to have no effect on him, his palm still managed to meet the target.

Aargh! Nindia shrieked, her body trembling. The atmosphere around suddenly darkened, the fangs in his mouth more sticking out, he threw the sword in his hand until it collapsed half on the ground.

Heakh! Body disappeared.

The palm of the Hereafter that had been in a prepared position was shocked. A single swish of wind flashed beside him. A sinister face fanged up to the laughter of victory.

The srek! The srek! Drrt! Dherr!

The energy shield of the Netherworld Palm protected him from the claws of the enemy demons, but the blows of the opponent's punch scattered his shield, his body slammed backward as his palm clashed against the opponent.

Nindia who had already reached the peak of her anger hunted the opponent's body with her demonic claws.

Srats! Drrta! Dhars!

The explosion happened again, Nindia's body was pushed back. A strike that let out a very hot air hit his claw attack.

Up ahead, the Netherworld was still sitting limp, standing beside him a middle-aged man, his hair was shoulder-length, in his hands clutched in a red-lighted whip. The Whip of Hell.

The whipped man was indeed the Whip of Hell, the noise at the gate made him decide to look. "Stay in whatever happens" he told the people in the building where he lived. Once out, there was a great fight between the Afterlife Palm and an enemy.

The Hell's Whip was quite surprised by the appearance of his terrifying opponent. For a long time, he was silent and did not open his voice.

"Hrerr. You finally showed up to the Hell's Whip."

The forehead of the Whip of Hell is wrinkled, trying to remember, where he had collided with the man in front of him.

"Who are you?" tanyanya.

"The Lifesaver, hehehehe.."

The Whip of Hell is a famous figure, as long as it is unfortunate across the jungle martial that no human being is able to face it, hear the enemy's answer, his anger rises.

"God! You think your face scares me, go ahead!"

Nindia knew, the opponent's magic was very high, which was why she sacrificed herself in the Demon Frame Pool. So, in the emposnya of the magic energy to the peak. Black steam enveloped his body, the energy pressing out was so fierce.

The Whip of Hell tightened the grip on the whip in his hand, neutralizing the stifling smell of rust.

Heakh! The sound of a bang came out from Nindia's mouth, her body flashed so quickly, her two claws let out screeching sounds trying to tear the opponent's body apart.

But the enemy was indeed great, the instant his body disappeared, the sound of the whip trembled.

The dhuar! The dhuar!

Nindia rolled over, the whip right hitting her body. His body was charred like it was burning. This time he felt an incredible pain.

"Hahaaha, then you feel the efficacy of my whip." laughs the Whip of Hell.

Glaring at Nindia's eyes, her body flashed again, a dark mist enveloped the battle area, they fought life and death, moving extremely fast, looking for gaps to defeat the opponent.

Hiaat! Ctars! Ctars! The explosion of the Hell Whip was heard many times, the red beam of the whip fading the black fog that was affected by the Nindia attack.

The whip in the hands of the opponent like a living, as fast as any movement he made, still unable to penetrate the enemy's defenses, even several times his body was stung by a whip, which caused tremendous heat pain, if his body was still an ordinary human body, he would have died earlier, Nindia thought in between fights.

"Campus you!" shouted the Whip of Hell, the whip in his hand broke through the opponent's defense.

Ctars!

Sabetan whip hit Nindia's chest. Tapps! Two girls' hands clutching the whip, the overwhelming heat of the whip on the chest and in both hands not in the hull. He channeled the black devil whip.

Ouw!

The Whip of Hell reflex took off his whip, his hands looking blackened.

In front of him, the opponent had already mastered the whip, with a cynical smile twirling around.

Heakh! Hoarse blows came back out of Nindia's mouth, fire whips in the hand he blasted forward, in the wild of the devil, the power of the whip so great not play.

The Whip of Hell does not stay still, two hands push forward, he throws his mainstay punch with all his energy.

The dherrr!! Glucarr! Akh!

Explosions like thunder were heard, the ground was scattered, sparks scattered. The Whip of Hell screamed, he could not resist the whip of the opponent's hand, his body crashing backward reflecting smoke.

Nindia grinned seeing the opponent not getting up again. Lunas has his revenge. After being satisfied to see the corpse of the opponent, his foot stepped about to leave the headquarters of the Hell Whip. The whip of the opponent who had been released from his grasp he picked up again, tucked it in the waist.

The Netherworld that had just witnessed the fight opened its mouth, "Where are you going?"

"Go. My grudge is over, I hope you don't get in my way."

The old man nodded, "I'm no man now, there's no need for me to beat you."

The woman continued her steps. Revenge will always arise as long as man still indulges his lust, perhaps one day he will face those who will hold him accountable for what he did today. But until that time comes, he will be alone in his grandfather's residence. The Demon Frame Pool Stakeholder.

So-called.