The Angkara Murka

The Book of Pon - Twenty-seven Kusuma Goddess

The splashes of blood paint the walls, the bed, all the furniture and the interior of the Anggalarang monochrome room like a coloring business in a classic film noir. The Maung clamped the body of the huddled thug between his upper and lower teeth, then shook his big white hairy head until it was torn in half and did not look like a human form anymore.

One tried to escape because of the overwhelming fear that reached him like a giant bird. It's just that, not a step yet, his body has been floating high and rushing to hit the wall thrown by the slap of the front leg of the Maung. The big-jacketed thug is not dead but his shoulder is cracked, his head is badly injured. There was blood on the wall where his head hit.

Master Johan looked back only to be more surprised to find that one thug's body had already become two separate pieces and blood was spreading in all directions, another thug was thrown far away, and there was a figure of an undefined monstrous being growling before his eyes. Blood splattered in the mouth like the muzzle of a tiger.

Evolver thugs move the muzzle of the gun alternately to the ghost of Ratih and a white-haired monster the size of a cow that suddenly appears in the apartment room and is clearly seen killing his partner. His mind was now completely insane. It feels crazy to see a strange scene with a series of confusion and shock that brings an air of increasing horror.

He can't take it anymore.

He pressed the trigger giving two shots towards the shadowing female ghost who was crouching in front of him.

The bullet shattered the floor tiles, piercing through the body of Ratih's ghostly figure who wasn't even looking at him.

The thug shouted loudly, spending the rest of the bullet turning towards Maung the white tiger demon.

The bullets ripped through the tiger's fur skin in various places. Blood splashed outward from his body but without any significant effect, as if a shot was just a small prick interfering in his body. The tiger roared furiously. His jaw was wide open, inhuman, baring sharp and sturdy fangs adorned with drool and dripping blood.

That was the last sight he saw before Maung darted leaping quickly over the head of Master Johan towards him.

The thug's body was ripped to shreds with steel nails as sharp as daggers and fangs that were sturdier than ganco. The thug cried for only a moment because his life was gone quickly. Maung crushed his chest and stomach until it became a stir of red porridge and mud.

Mr. Johan's teacher sat stiffly. Kusuma Dewi got up standing behind him. There is a figure of Wardhani looming in the body of the woman he was about to kill.

Kusuma Dewi looked towards the tiger who stood with all four legs so majestic and frightening. "Akang, is that you? Who is Anggalarang?" kusuma Dewi.

Maung retreat. Her tiger face shrank when a little human face that is very well known to Kusuma Dewi rubbed off the white hairy face bathed in blood.

Various emotions mixed with a clear image on the face of Anggalarang that can not completely eliminate the shape of the stealth. He was surprised there was another figure in the body of his lover. He was also surprised when his inner nature also had time to catch a delicate spirit figure similar to a shabby woman crouching not far beside him. He was confused and unable to complete his understanding of what was really going on. He was so weak because Maung had taken power over him.

"What's wrong with you, Goddess? Who is that man who wants to kill you? Who's sticking to your body?" ask Anggalarang.

Kusuma Dewi shed tears. "Oh, Akang Anggalarang. What the hell is going on with us? Akang is a tiger demon, and I am a female demon. This is our true. I did not expect the path of destiny that was formed to lead to this place," said Kusuma Dewi as he reluctantly held back the swift tears that flowed from within the center of his happiness universe that suddenly shattered.

Not only Kusuma Dewi, Anggalarang was sucked back into the body of the Maung. He was locked inside a magical room in his own soul, locked by the roar of Maung the white tiger demon.

Wardhani smiled cunningly. His figure disappeared and was replaced again by Kusuma Dewi who looked so sad and weak. But it only happened for a second before his pale white skin was torn everywhere. The scales of the greenish snake were sticking out from behind her beautiful skin. The scales wrapped around his entire lower body which turned round and elongated forming a gigantic snake tail. The face of Kusuma Dewi has disappeared completely replaced the face of a woman with scales that also adorn some parts on her face that look cunning and cruel. His branching tongue swept through the air.

Maung growled a loud roar. Already from the beginning Maung kissed the cavity in the soul of Kusuma Dewi which has the potential to store a demonic entity as opposed to her. Now, everything is proven. There are creatures with thick evil air that are too brave to finally appear out in their true appearance.

Maung was ready to set his feet but suddenly his animal body was bounced back violently because the snake figure that took power over Kusuma Dewi was calling to attack the tiger first.

The two physical bodies, half-human animals, were ejected into the short walls of the third-floor divider, smashing and breaking into it and falling down.

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Master Johan is still in shock. The keris in his right hand was still tightly grasped. "Relove ... Where're you?" he said suddenly because slowly his consciousness was formed and did not see the existence of his wife's curious spirit.

The oversized jacketed thug who was unconscious opened his eyes. He stood up like nothing had happened when his shoulder was cracked and blood was still flowing out of the wound on his head.

He looked towards the man who paid for his services and his two colleagues who were sitting on a keris

clasped in his right hand.

He smiled and approached.

Mr. Johan was jolted at the arrival of one of the thugs he hired. "You're still alive?Looks like we should get out of here. You feel and see for yourself that we are dealing with no ordinary force" said Mr. Johan.

The thug chuckled. The ghost figure of Kuntilanak Ratih shows himself crawling beside the thug.

"Bunuuuhhh ..," said Ratih lirih as usual.

"You're there apparently, Ratih. I can't kill him today. All outside the plan. There are other supernatural beings involved. But relax my wife, I'm not giving up. But we need to get out of this place."

The thug laughed, giggling, "A despicable creature like you is not in his place against a far greater supernatural power than you, Mas Johan," he said.