The Angkara Murka

The Book of Soldiers Verse of Enamptuh Sixty

The half-naked female demon retreated. The color of his body that was as thin as the wind, translucent as a kind of frosted glass slowly faded but did not disappear.

Bandi. Not out of fear, but more out of spite. He stood up puffing out his chest that was bubbling the baby's head.

Nyi Blorong laughed, not giggled. His voice echoed and hung in the sky then descended pressing down, intimidating because of his majesty and horror.

The finer creatures are more and more convulsing, milling like chicks being cultivated.

Nyi Blorong grew and rose again. His astral body that was covered in a golden green color became many times its size. A pair of his eyes bought, mambalas view challenging Bandi.

"This monkey really doesn't know it's lucky. To think that having this kind of power made him invincible!" said the queen.

Bandi is challenging. He cried out loudly, "Blorong! Your place is not here. All the creatures that crawl on the grave, swim in the marshes, dwell in the trees, hang on the tendrils, and are confined to the sacred land of this island will not receive you. Your power means nothing in front of me!"

Nyi Blorong. His face cracked. Blood flowed seeping from his cracks. He opened his mouth and pulled out his branching tongue. His pair of eyes that had now turned into snake eyes looked towards the female demon who was behind Bandi's body, hugging her from behind.

"You do not have high intentions, passions, passions and desires, demonic woman. It's not wrong you chose him. But its duality is characteristic of dirty humans."

Nyi Blorong's figure was now slowly fluttering. Every particle of his body was clinging to strands of mist.

Affandi advanced through the body of the queen of the South Sea jinn ruler while his mouth was moping a spell, ".., Dark slapping kuwang-kuwang, Midaku raku, Dark slapping my pronouncer, Nyaut ora nyduk, nyuk, Elephant meta, Kala worship, ...."

"Please! Damn you!" his Affandi.

His voice slowly flowed through the air. Although soft and smooth, the energy from his speech struck like a steel hammer. All the youths felt their heads ringing. There was a kind of electrical discharge inside their heads, erupting shockingly and sending out shock attacks.

The young men held their heads.

"You may not be afraid to die because you feel that a beautiful hell is returning you to this world. But, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" affandi said then still with a slow voice murmur.

Similar signals of these lightning children gushed out in all directions.

The young men's eardrums are breaking!

The young men were screaming like choirs, alternating, overwriting each other, overlapping each other.

Their eardrums slowly returned intact. Then it broke again, in just a matter of less than a split second.

Bandi clenched his jaw with anger in the class of afterlife.

The demonic woman now completely faded and disappeared, but Bandi was getting denser. It is the work of the devil woman. It's the main piece, the best gacoan is beautifully polished. Bandi himself is aware that he is the stakeholder himself. It is the determinant of its own time. He is the master of his own life.

So in one blow, his body was thrown into the air ready to trace the man who was using the Dark Arts to torture the young men of his army.

Affandi and Nyi Blorong, whose figure is now like a giant green shadow, smiled.

Bandi falls thudding on asphalt.

Affandi drove forward as fast as a bolt of lightning, the movement of Saifi Wind he was in carried his body near the slumped body of Bandi.

With one football, Bandi ejected far, dragged strong kick, damaging the asphalt layer.

Nyi Blorong. His tongue snaps out. Astral beings were thrown far away, frightened, immersing their unreal bodies into the ground and trees.

Affandi is now the one who pushed his body into the air. He described it as a fragment of a volcanic explosion, then descended on it. He buried his legs into the chest of Bandi lying on the paved road. As a result of this, Bandi plunged into the earth.

Both the eyes of Bandi, a pair of ears and both nostrils drain blood. He can't hear anything. When gradually his audience returned, he could still hear the continuous earthy cries of the young men whose eardrums kept on bursting back.

His ear was broken again.

Chest crushed. A bulge the size of a baby's head on his chest squeezed the male leg of Nyi Blorong's main piece.

Affandi still cast the spell and stood on the body of Bandi without power.

Nyi Blorong. Tails curling. "Do you still want to play, demon girl?" nyi Blorong said mockingly.

A half-naked female figure suddenly appeared beside the body of Bandi that was immersed into the ground. Initially the makeup molecular body does not cover it standing floating. But now the body looked down and then bent down, turning into an old woman figure with a wrinkle nest. His long hair covered the rest of the body, fretting. A pair of long chests piled down. His fingers are thin with sharp nails. His face was hideously ugly, cracked, deathly pale like paper, with a pair of watery red eyes.

"Again, Queen. Slave presumptuous," said the devil short but with the meaning of a crushing defeat.

"What other body are you wearing? As far as I know, you are still hanging into one with a tree in the afterlife of the hell court" said Nyi Blorong.

Now the body of the woman who ruled under the ocean of the South sea has returned to its majestic shape, beautiful, beautiful even though still with a snake tail lying on the ground.

There was no answer from the demon. He was still bowing beside Bandi, as if his strength had disappeared and had to admit a crushing defeat against Nyi Blorong.

Is it really so? That is what can be seen in the scene in this story.

The fog is still thick. But not strong enough, against depraved passions, grudges and passion lies confined in this riverfront village.

Nyi Blorong came not to ask for help let alone plead to the evil entity that felt capable of controlling this island. Nyi Blorong came to rule. Affandi is his boat across the ocean without the detected power of Amin Kelaru.

Malang for Bandi. For him, power is in sight. He even felt that power was within his grasp. The power has been given intact by the power and mature plan of the female demon. But look what's happening now. Now the humiliation is on his chest ats, in the form of a man who not only stepped on the science of Parang Irang, but also his pride.

Then, why would an ancient demon woman who had already offered him strength and independence be able to so easily give up? He was so humiliated, he was really hurt.

Deep behind the crowded buildings squeezed in, the ten resurrected warriors of the past hid themselves to notice this incident. There was no discernible sense of what was stirring within their ancient souls that had been dying for so many years. What they will do as the next step remains a mystery. What was clear, a black skull figure poked out between them. The figure loomed then disappeared.