The Angkara Murka

The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter of Forty Eight

The sound of police car sirens echoed. Flickering blue rotaryor or police strobe lights bouncing on the trees under the hill approaching to the center of activity of residents of Praguritan who are now being decorated with fire that burns here and there.

There were two police vehicles with special forces inside. It is not unexpected that the police can be convinced by three people who report to the city in order to be willing to come to the village of Prajuritan. Either what was said or told by the three residents so that the police took seriously and sent troops in particular.

There are two 4x4 Armored Personnel Carrier (APC) Police each capable of carrying up to twelve members. This means that there are approximately two dozen special police personnel who are deployed by the police to deal with this problem.

Residents are actually confused should also feel relieved because help came, or not. This is not a simple matter, not a matter of crime or terrorism. It's a magical problem. What if the leader of the mob of jinn, ghosts and astral beings and the bearer of pageblues and death were stronger than the misting of hot lead?

"Mas Marsudi's. We are waiting for your orders" said one member of the police special tin who when he arrived at the field of battle directly facing the figure of Marsudi who stood upright with the immune youth in front of four members of the Angkara Chess.

"You've come all the way here. Our goals will be achieved tonight. You don't have to hide messing around in the dark. No one will be able to match us" Marsudi said coldly.

His body then floated, floating in the air.

The policemen who saw this immediately knelt down. Their faces were solemn by charm, pride and respect. The muzzle of their long barrel firearms was facing downwards.

The citizens were confused half to death by this thing they saw in front of their two eyes. Shouldn't the police help the citizens and at least arrest Marsudi and his followers? Not even to be following Marsudi. Or, may these policemen be Marsudi's minions? The corrupt and filthy police force sided with the power and money of Marsudi, one of the most important thugs in some areas of the archipelago.

Some residents know that their three citizens who were given the task of reporting to the police in the city have been killed by these corrupt police members on their way back to the village of Praguritan.

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Anggalarang without Maung in his body could almost be said to be just an ordinary human. But his determination, intention, courage and instincts were nothing to be underestimated. He ran as fast as he could and carried Sarti and grabbed Wong Ayu by the waist as the police started shooting at them.

Crowd dispersed. They escape hiding and taking shelter in various buildings from this sudden and blinding attack. Irawan, Hamdan and Dul Matin pull Soemantri Soekrasana fast and hide in a mini self-service building.

The rain of gunshots shattered the glass, scattering the various merchandise in the building. Although the four were injured by broken glass and were dragged down by a hot tin, they were basically still safe, lying behind the counter.

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Sarti was shot in the stomach. Blood flows without being prevented. Anggalarang could not prevent Wong Ayu who woke up with anger to see Sarti, his new partner, hurt.

He shouted loudly and spread out both hands. The fire that was burning in various buildings was getting bigger and smoldering.

Like handling a herd of wild buffaloes, Wong Ayu fluttered his hands together. The flames extended like the tongues of dragons and set fire to the policemen who shot at him and the people.

Screams of pain rang out from the four policemen who got themselves devoured by the blaze.

Wong Ayu seemed to be in an extremely angry state. His body went into space. From there he ordered fire to burn the enemies like an orchestra conductor arranging the performers of musical instruments.

Marsudi apparently could not let this happen at will. He stomped his feet to the ground, then used a kind of science of moving things from afar untouched - telekinesis - and threw at once five corpses scattered on the ground.

The five corpses flew towards Wong Ayu who was still floating in the air.

Three bodies he managed to avoid, but the remaining two hit his body so that he fell to the earth.

When he stood up, his body was hit by a police force carrier battle vehicle, 4x4 APC Police, driven by one of Marsudi's men's police team. Wong Ayu's body was thrown far away, hitting a shelf of goods in a mini-service where Anggalarang, Irawan, Hamdan and Dul Matin were located.

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Sarti almost forgot what it was like to die and die. Blood kept flowing from his hull, his head dizzy and his gaze drifted to hundreds of years ago in each of his old lives. Anggalarang in smapingnya try to help him as much as possible, do things that Sarti did not know, anyway he was dying.

The smell and sound of the waves reached his sense of hearing and smell. It's time he died. His life stopped until this stage. The last time he died, he did not feel much pain or excessive fear. Only one thing he was waiting for, the figure of a beautiful, graceful, full of charm yet majestic woman was to come to him.

Everything around him does not feel and does not matter. The oxygen that had choked into his nostrils was no longer the main requirement. All his nerves have also been paralyzed. His gaze increasingly blurred to see the world around but one point slowly formed something, incarnating the figure that Sarti was waiting for.

The woman walked gracefully, feeling like she was floating. His slender body was wrapped in green kemben with a tangle of gold thread embroidery. The jarit and shawl on his waist were intricate, long, luxurious and majestic. His wavy hair competed long with his net sweeping the ground. A crown enthroned with beaded stones twinkled over his perfect head.

Necklace strands, arm bracelets and wrists that glow gold match the color of the skin that is also glowing. His face holds strength. The charm of the face that makes any man bend his knees. Not only because of lust, but there is fear and subjugation that cannot be described. There is an absolute sense of defeat and resignation.

"Nyi Roro Kidul," said Sarti in his death.

"Ah, Marti, Marti. After all this time, you still can't tell which one I am, which one is Blorong or Kandita, nduk," said the woman.

His voice was full of dignity and incredible calm. It is almost impossible to come out of the mouth of a man.

"Kanjeng Ratu Kidul," Sarti corrected his words earlier when he understood that the spirit of the ruler of the South Sea came.

Sarti was shocked beyond measure.

For hundreds of years and no matter how many times he lived and died, this was the second time the Queen Kanjeng came directly before him.