Swordsman Without a Name

Red Versailles

Tree leaves fall out. The unfortunate leaf then flew away carried away by the wind. The branches of the tree swayed because of the baby's gust. The sun is still hot. So is the blood of the Nameless Swordsman.

Blood's hot. Just like his grudges to the Dark Lord and the Four Perverted Gods.

The Steel Hand's blood was already dried. His entire body was soaked by his own blood. His death was terrible. Anyone who sees it will not be able to.

After staying for a while in his original place, finally the Nameless Swordsman stepped into the saung.

Inside is the same as outside. Very neat. Clean. Also treated. Although there was only one bedroom, it was also clean.

In the middle room there is a dining table and chairs. Everything is made of teak wood.

Cakra Buana is looking for Grandpa Penang. After a while of searching, he finally found the old man.

But what happened now was something he never expected. Turns out Grandpa Penyaru's dead. His condition is very concerning. Fresh blood came out from all over the holes in his body.

The blood was dry as well. His face was very pale. His chest slid inside. Just one look, the Nameless Swordsman had already understood that the internal organs of the Refugee Grandfather had been shaken violently. In fact, it is not impossible if the innards of the old body have been destroyed.

Who killed the Convict Grandfather? Did the Steel Hand itself do it?

If it is, then the Nameless Swordsman has been a little late. Try if he arrives first at this place, maybe Grandpa Penyukan is now not dead.

But it's a pity. Destiny says something else. Perhaps the Convict Grandfather should indeed be doomed to die at the hands of his enemy.

In this world, there are some things that cannot be changed or returned. One is absolute destiny and time.

The Nameless Swordsman clenched both his hands. He also brushed his teeth. The anger in his chest had completely overflowed. He can't just shut up. Cakra Buana will not stand idly by to see all these events.

After all, he had to thoroughly investigate all the mysterious events that had occurred during this time.

He thought for a moment. Cakra Buana did not want to act rashly. The young man was thinking about who the roughly person who had killed the Refugee Grandfather was.

He walked over to the Refugee Grandfather's body. After that he immediately crouched down to check his body.

The Nameless Swordsman began to look through all the wounds on his body. After a clear look, it turned out that the wound came from within. No external injuries visible.

Suddenly Cakra Buana's nose smelled an unpleasant smell. Between the stench and the fishy smell different than usual.

Poison.

Yes, the old man was obviously killed because of the ferocity of a poison.

But what poison? Who killed him?

The young man was thinking hard. According to his judgment, in the Land of Pasundan, it felt like not many people were able to kill the Convict Grandfather. Despite his advanced age, but anyone understands that the old man has a high ability above average.

He is aligned with the pick-me-up character. And as a character choose a match, of course only a few people who can do all this. It was impossible for a first-rate figure or equivalent figure to him to be able to kill that fast.

The pair of sharp eyes looked increasingly probing. He also noticed the surroundings.

The Heart of the Nameless Swordsman pounded violently. His revenge is burning. The blood in his body was getting more and more violent.

He found another clue. Although only a trace on the wall, but just looking at it once, Cakra Buana can already guess everything.

The God of Poison Tread!!!

Yes, Cakra Buana sure, the footprint of the palm printed on the wall is certainly a trace of himself.

How could the young man know that the trail belonged to the God of Poison Fields?

Of course you know. As a peerless figure, Cakra Buana certainly can understand something that is not understood by others. Other than that, in the past, she had fought with him.

Even the Cakra Buana is almost extinct in that person's hand.

Because of all these things, it doesn't seem strange that she recognizes him, does it?

"Fuck fuckin. Anyway, I'll definitely find you. I will kill you all" he said, bluffing his teeth.

His eyes suddenly turned red. Face violent. From the pores of his body came out***** very thick kill. Eve in the saung turned great.

The birds outside who happened to be perched on the roof of the saung suddenly fell down and immediately died. It was caused by the intense radiance of death that came out of the body of the Nameless Swordsman.

Suddenly Cakra Buana stood up. He's carrying Grandfather's corpse. The young man entered the forest and immediately dug the ground once he found a suitable place.

After it was finished, the Nameless Swordsman then immediately left from there. Now he is desperate. He did not care anymore whether his movements would be discovered by the enemy or not.

Cakra Buana was only certain of one thing. The Goddess of Red Veiled or Sian-li Bwee Hua must have had a plan. At least, his lover will certainly help if he is entangled into the trap of the opponent.

Yush!!!

The red shadow flashed. Dust and gravel rolled into one. The shadow is like lightning. Quickly not playing.

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The night has come. The moon only shines half. The stars in the sky seem a little. Not as many as usual.

Currently the Nameless Swordsman was already in the territory of the Royal Palace. More precisely in the middle of the Palace forest. The young man was already preparing to shake his own "house.

As usual, his clothes were red. This time, his face was also covered by a blood red veil.

Red represents courage. Red also symbolizes great anger.

In addition, the color red also means blood. The blood is thick. But his grudges are much more intense.

The first fist just passed. The atmosphere is getting quieter. The young man's initial intention was to infiltrate the Royal Palace and go to meet the Two Goddesses, the Grandfather and Grandmother, and also meet Queen Ayu.

But on the other hand, he had also made up his mind, if only there were suspicious people inside the Royal Palace and then attacked him, then he vowed to kill him indiscriminately.

Who cares who he is, if his true presence is only to destroy the great and magnificent Kingdom, then that person deserves to die.

Foolish terms know or do not know, friend or foe, Swordsman No Name no longer see it all.

In essence, any human who only brought disaster to the Land of Pasundan, he would definitely kill him immediately.