Story of Mystery 2

ELIANA: The Dark Envoy

The man was stout, his eyes sharp, plus his thick eyebrows almost fused between the two, making his appearance more and more manly.

At that time he was among the four fierce-looking men who were on standby surrounding him, but amazingly the thick-browed man still showed a calm attitude.

"Give me your suitcase!" Snapped one of the besiegers, who was holding a knife.

"If not..?" the man asked casually as he glanced at the black suitcase in the grasp of his left hand.

"Challenge you!" yelled the man holding the knife.

"Hajar Bang, don't be saggy!" said a friend beside him who was a bit flat but tall.

Hearing his friend heat up, the man in a knife spat and unceremoniously stabbed the young man in front of him with lust.

Somehow, know the knife has changed hands, and move next a blow struck the back of the opponent who attacked him.

Crap! Akh! Shouts of pain rang out, the man who stabbed his own weapon fell.

Seeing as easily the would-be prey dropped their friend, the other three people looked surprised. And like the command of the three then ran scattered leaving his partner who ate his own weapon.

Eh!? It seemed that the young man did not expect his besiegers to be as mentally weak as that. As he thought, a groan rang out, he saw the man lying on the ground trying to get up. He approached his opponent slowly, his legs raised. Jem! Hekhs! Knives are set flat inside the back, the choking sound is the final sound of the opponent, then the sprawled body is silent for good.

The thick-browed man returned to his feet, the night was late enough there was one important task he had to complete before sunrise.

On the other hand, the long-haired young man named Arga seemed to be thinking hard on a chair in an open cafe. There is one phenomenon in the sky that has not long been a concern. That month. Although not until a minute he had seen the color turned red. What the hell's going on? To his knowledge, such a thing was a sign that something mystical was happening, but what?

While thinking, from afar he saw a familiar figure. Elianna. Is that woman really good, wandering around alone in the middle of the night?

Arga got up from his seat, waving his hands towards the girl. It seemed that the girl knew of his whereabouts, as her feet continued to step closer.

"Hi Arga!"

"Eliana, I never thought I'd see you this late, sit down, let me have a drink for you."

The girl shook her head.

"Hey, why? Where to?"

The girl smiled, "I don't know Arga, I'm feeling uneasy tonight, and this leg, it still seems like it wants to step."

"All right, but let me accompany you, for a second, I'll pay you a drink first." Said the young man, then rushed him to pay for a drink.

They walk in the moonlight, the longer their legs pass through a fairly quiet area. "Where are we going Eliana?" ask Arga at last.

The girl stopped her steps, "You know Arga, actually I fell asleep earlier, woke up from a nightmare."

"What dream did it look like?"

"The sky looked red, blood red, and I saw a body appearing, the aura of death I felt so strong."

"Ohh," Arga remembered the natural phenomenon he had seen some time ago.

"Do you know what my dream means?" the girl asked when she saw the young man looking surprised.

"Unfortunately not, but I think your dream is a sign that something bad is going to happen."

Eliana fell silent, trying to understand Arga's last words.

In one place, the man in the suitcase stopped his steps. A large house stood haughtily in front of him. He opened the suitcase that had been carried earlier, an object like a belt rolled neatly, so pulled sound puffed, it turned out that it was a flexible sword, with jagged sides. As soon as the weapon was grasped, a magical air like black steam rose out, enveloping the young man's body, as soon as the steam thinned, the clothes re-worn as a tuxedo turned into a kind of jet-black armor, even the man's eyes turned completely black.

His body bounces, passing through the gate of a house high enough. Hup! Now it's in the yard. His eyes were watching something not far away at the front door. An old man. The man who had a rather long beard and had partially whitened stood quietly, a spear was in his grasp. .

The eyes of the newcomer do not care about the shape of the host, his eyes hit objects in the form of a necklace with a chakra-shaped pendulum hanging from the neck of the old man.

"I know what you mean, you were sent for this thing."

Audible grunting.

"Make it." A voice came from the mouth of the newcomer.

"It's not that easy, hehee." said the old man and held out his spear.

"Hmmm.." Mumbles are followed by the body of an armored creature. Fast is incredible. In an instant the tip of his sword was already an inch on the neck of the old man.

Trakk!

Even though the spear hit the back, it did not sound as small as a cry of pain, the armor was really made of strong impenetrable spear tip.

The old man jumped back, watching his opponent. "Great!" his praise.

The opponent grinned, "You don't know who I am, old man, in the ranks of demon officers I am one of the top ten third-ranking officers, your choice is only one, hand over the item or die!"

"Hahaha, for a dozen years I have kept this thing, dozens of occult nations fell on the tip of the spear, then what was blocking my spear returned your tribe to the supernatural realm," the old man replied no less bluffing.

"Please!" shouted the magic messenger, his sword creaked, protruding long like a whip trying to wrap around the old man's body.

"Heah!" The old man's body disappeared again, and knew the onslaught of his spear led to the face of an unprotected enemy.

Oops! The opponent bounces backwards, his hands move, the jagged sword rolls shutting all space.

The truck! The truck! The truck! Inevitably the old man used his spear to speed up the opponent's sword. Then his body turned back.

"Damn!" the curse when he saw the spear was no longer intact, crumpled like a saw.

"Haha! Look at the old man! Your flagship weapon has been torn useless, soon your body will be eaten by my Demon Sword!"

The old man threw his gun. His hands made a swirling motion.

At that time Eliana and Arga arrived in front of the big house, there was only one house there, all around was empty land filled with trees.

"You hear that laugh Eliana?"

The girl nodded, "Let's take a look, it looks like this is where my feet are going tonight."

Behind the fence, the old man continued twirling his hands, a black circle formed.

The creature that was armed with a serrated sword choked, "Black hole.." he seemed to know the danger he faced, once his body was sucked, there was no way he could get out of the hole.

With a single shriek, his hand slammed the sword forward. The sword slammed into hundreds, thorns and sharp edges like the head of a dragon ready to scatter its victims.

Heahh! The old man up ahead smacked his hands forward, the black sphere darted, swallowing the edges of the opponent's sword.

Ahhh! Surprised to see his sword swallowed, reflex released the sword hilt and jumped far back.

Amazingly the black circle continues to hunt, sucking the opponent's body. Aargh! Screaming, as the messenger of darkness began to feel his body sucked, he thrashed and howled, but all for nothing, not until a matter of minutes his entire body collapsed swallowed by a black circle.

Hup! As soon as the opponent collapsed into the black hole, the old man clenched his palm, the black sphere vanished without a trace. Next his body collapsed with two knees to the ground. His breath was heavy.

Eliana and Arga who had just jumped on the fence still had time to see when the creature was swallowed by the black hole, they were both completely amazed by the ability of the old man.

Arga jumps down after Eliana, they approach the old man who is still sitting.

The old man who saw the two young people who had just come smiled. "I'm too old for this" he said, wiping the sweat that soaked his forehead.

The two helped the old man stand up and lead him into the house.

The mansion has various antiques in it. After being able to relieve the turmoil of energy due to the fight, the parents introduced themselves named Dirgantara, an antique collector who likes to live alone.

His solitude is not because he does not like to meet or mingle with other humans, but because the burden borne by him is full of danger, because he got the task of his late teacher guarding a sacred object in the form of chakras, which is the key to the sacred gate.

"What is this, sir?" asked Arga curiously.

"A sword, whoever controls that sword, will rule the real and the supernatural, for that is with all my soul to guard this thing" the man replied, holding a chakra necklace around his neck.

"It is a very dangerous task that you carry." said Arga.

"Yes, this time comes the third level officer from the ruler of darkness, I can't imagine any creature like that will be patrolling me later."

"Master don't worry, we promise to help if you need our energy." now Eliana's the one who opens her voice.

Ki Dirgantara nodded, "I believe, once I saw that I already knew you guys were not random humans, it was not easy for the messenger of darkness to enter the human dimension, there was a certain distance of time, there was a certain distance, that's why I'm not too worried for some time to come."

Arga and Eliana realize that the enemy the parents face is different from the one they used to face, much stronger, but even so, they are determined to help the parents if needed someday. After speaking stale for some time, the two parted to leave the residence Ki Dirgantara.

So-called.