The Lightning King

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He was a muscular burly man and was black-robed. After finishing his words, his hands were raised high. The strange-looking movement was immediately followed by his partner. Only Gandewa could be seen releasing the winding steel chain around his waist.

A pair of black serrated hammers appeared to be tied to the end of the chain.

"Well...!"

Gandewa slumped forward ahead of the Four Demonic Goa Corpses. A pair of his berger hammers swirled rapidly above his head. The cold chill shivered instantly out of the jagged round of hammers that did not appear to exist. Only a black circle appeared above Gandewa's head.

"Deliver your pure air to the body of Jaka Sembada, Kanti!" yelled Sempani loudly. After all, he was worried about his son's situation.

"That's nothing, Sempani!" jek Gandewa's.

"All of you must die, except Purwakanti."

"Se tan!" Sempani turned his golden sword to ward off the increasingly biting cold.

Blarr...!

One of Gandewa's jagged hammers was launched against the wall, as Sempani swerved to the left.

"One more, Sempani!" Gandewa returned to release the jagged Hammer towards Sempani who immediately turned his body and made a leap twice.

"Let me finish him off, Gandewa!" the Devil's Palm. The woman then jumped in front of Sempani, followed by three colleagues.

Meanwhile, Gandewa undoes his intention to attack. Let his four opponents attack from the four directions.

A few moments later.

Wuss...!

The demonic woman immediately shook her hand. And so did his three colleagues. Their movements were so synchronous, and it seemed to have brought out nothing. But from the smell that came out, it made Sempani busy twirling his golden sword.

"Yepy...!"

Wuss!

Attacked from the four corners, Sempani is really a crime. Even when his four opponents removed the silvery soft object, he gasped. Quickly his body bounces and bounces twice. But, still one of his bullies had read his movements. So, the attack that seems to be in the form of poisonous needles is inevitable. Then....

"Aach...!" Sempani screamed loudly when his right chest was hit by the stab of dozens of poisonous needles. His golden sword also bounced some distance away.

"Ha ha ha...! I told you since. Just leave Purwakanti to me, out of things. And you don't have to be so hard to feel that kind of pain. You can survive and find another woman. But now, ha ha ha.... You're gonna die with a blue body."

Sempani got up to grab his sword, but....

Bugs!

A sudden heavy kick was launched by the man in the blue sky, making Sempani strayed to kiss the ground. The guy who just kicked it was called Angkara. His body was thin, but his disposition was stark. Seeing his opponent was already helpless, but still he still gave a kick.

Purwakanti. The baby was immediately placed on the bed. Then quickly, he rushed and hit Sempani.

"You okay, Kakang?" purwakanti asked worriedly while holding her husband's body.

"You better escape, Kanti. Save our son. Let me block them. Hurry, Kanti!" Sempani tried to get up, while pushing a little Purwakanti body.

"Hurry, Kanti! Save Jaka Sembada."

"There's no point in you doing that" the woman nicknamed Satan's Palm chuckled.

"My men have surrounded this building. After all, with a body that turns blue like that, how strong you are against us."

"Hurry, Kanti!" said Sempani back, so that Purwakanti quickly go.

“But, Kakang...."

"Quick my word!"

Purwakanti was just about to dart away, but suddenly his body felt something holding back. It turned out that a swirl of blackish light created by a man wearing a shapeless mask had swirled around his neck and ankles. So, inevitably the movement becomes restrained.

Meanwhile, Sempani is busy fighting the cold that has penetrated the bone marrow.

While Gandewa had advanced near Purwakanti who was helplessly confined to the blackish rays of masked men. The masked man's real name is Barrot. But as each appearance wore a black mask, he was nicknamed the Black Mask.

Yoke!

"Akh!" Purwakanti complained of being exposed to Gandewa. Then, instantly his body felt powerless.

Sempani was more resigned when the Black Mask approached him with a drawn machete. Sempani's eyes can only be stretched wide when quickly Barrot's cleaver is ready to hit his body. And....

Blessings!

"Akh...!" The stifled screeches that came out of Sempani's mouth, further shocked Purwakanti. But with such helplessness, he was unable to do anything.

"The back...!" call Purwakanti. With tears, he witnessed Sempani's body stiffened with a strange-shaped cleaver embedded right in the heart.

"Let's leave this place!" said Gandewa while carrying Purwakanti's body.

"Let me destroy" said the man armed with a thorny whip. His name is Jatianom. His body is tall. His rough face was decorated with bauk sideburns. Adding to the beauty of his face. Now near him the bed made of teak carving. The whip was lifted up high. There was a ray of hatred when his whip was directed at Sempani's and Purwakanti's child's red baby.

"Don't you corroborate your whip with the blood of an innocent baby, Jatianom!" hold Regita down when Jurianom's thorny whip starts swinging.

Jatianom undoes his intentions. Regita looked at him with a strange look.

"What do you mean, Regita?" tanyanya was not satisfied.

"This child will be a hindrance if it is not destroyed now."

Regita did not immediately answer the question of Jatianom which was accompanied by a tone of disappointment. The devil-hearted Devil's Palms only revealed a cold smile.

"I didn't mean to let the baby live, Jatianom," Regita continued after a moment of reply to Jatianom's sharp gaze.

Jatianom smiled at Regita's words.

"Let the baby be buried by the ashes of this house building. Come.., hup!" Regita throws a lamp that sticks to the wall. His body darted quickly leaving Sempani's house which began to be devoured by fire.

Meanwhile, Gandewa who carried the bodies of Purwakanti, Angkara, Jatianom and Barrot darted no less quickly.

*

Chickens began crowing unpretently from a distance, as more and more fire licked the building of Sempani house. The supporting poles that were engulfed in one-on-one fire fell to the floor.

While on the bed that had not been touched by the fire, a baby was moving with a shrill cry. As if to match the sound of the walls of the board falling to the floor of the house due to consuming fire.

Along with the grievous cry, a streak of blue shadows slumped in through the fierce blazing flames. The shadow was a grandfather. His movements were very fast, despite his advanced age he stopped right in front of the bed from the teak carving. The blue-robed grandfather looked at the baby who kept crying! While the situation in the Sempani residence is like hell. So hot!

Soon the blue-robed grandfather was holding a overheated baby. So fast did the blue-robed grandfather move, so that for a moment his body was far away from the house that was increasingly licked by fire.

It is difficult to guess, how high the knowledge that grandfather had.

*

The day goes on from time to time. The moon changed. Years changed years.

Not felt, it has been ten years since the massacre in Tegalreja Village passed. People have forgotten.

Meanwhile, at the top of Mount Kalaban, a thick fog still shrouded. Move slowly, starting to descend. Then, the fog began to be shifted by the sunlight that came out of his contest.

A blue-robed grandfather seemed to be sitting cross-legged in a room more like a hallway. Not far away, sat a ten-year-old boy. Apparently, he was training himself.

"Perform the latter, Jaka!" command the blue-robed grandfather, after gulping down the water that was in front of him. The blue-robed grandfather then took a deep breath, and exhaled strongly. He stared at the little boy named Jaka who was so diligent in training the science of kanuragan.

Indeed, there was someone who disturbed the heart of the blue-robed grandfather while watching the earnestness of Jaka practice. After all, the blue-robed grandfather took a breath back. How much he wanted all the knowledge he had to be revealed. But, where might his heart be able to introduce Jaka in the eyes of the martial forest people as the heir to black magic?

The old man gulped down the drink in front of him. His throat feels dry considering the lunge in the past that has claimed dozens, even hundreds of innocent lives. That's not all. As a result of his actions as well, the lives of the heads of a padepokan have been lost. In fact, not infrequently he destroyed some of the plots, and burned them to the ground.

The blue-robed grandfather also recalled the time he had saved a woman's life from the swaying of a black flow figure. The goal is actually not because it does not bear to see arbitrariness. But quite the opposite. She has been attracted to the beauty of the woman she helps, who turns out to be named Selasih.

Selasih is so polite budinya. His great gratitude was shown to Legar who had freed him from the swaying of black characters. And that was proven when Legar wanted him to be a friend. Selasih did not refuse, although later he knew that Legar was actually a man from the black faction who nicknamed Ghost Hunter Life!

And when blatantly the Life-Hunting Ghost in his blue robe, until his appearance was so haunted, expressed his feelings. Selasih did not refuse at that time. Because, the woman thinks that humans are basically good. So is Legar who nicknamed the Ghost Hunter Life. It was just that, his heart had long since been embedded in the wrath and uncontrollable lust of demons.

"You want to accept me, Selasih?" so soft a question that came out through Legar's lips that time. His neatly composed speech did not reflect that Legar was a black flow figure who often dealt with blood and death.

But this is precisely what is considered Selasih. There is sincerity in Legar's speech. So, Selasih slowly nodded her head, to accept Legar's presence beside her. Of course there was one condition that accompanied his nod.

"There is a condition, Kakang Legar," said Selasih, softly.

"What are those conditions, Selasih?" also still so soft the voice of the Life Hunter Ghost.

"You're willing to give up your bad habits all along, Kakang Legar?" pinta Selasih, accompanied by her sweet smile.

There was a soothing satiation, infiltrating the chest cavity of the Life Hunter Ghost. He doesn't usually experience that feeling. But, this time?

Legar's feelings completely exposed the soft words Selasih spoke as a requirement. Legar or the Life Hunter Ghost was so sure when he nodded his head.

However, Selasih also wanted an affirmation of the meaning of the nod of the head.

"I mean it, Selasih. My world, which has been polluted by violence and abomination, will soon be abandoned" Legar said.

Man only seeks, and God determines. Although Legar showed his sincerity, but still fate determined another. It turned out that the white flow figures were against their all-out relationship. It even accused Legar of poisoning Selasih with empty promises.

"Vile humans will forever remain vile," so they always say of the Life-Hunting Ghost.

And in fact, Legar could not argue. Moreover, the evidence of his promise has not been able to show it.

The same goes for Selasih. He could not resist the desire of those close to him to stay away from Legar. He really can't do anything.

"I'll prove the claims of those close to you, Selasih. Although I am sure that we cannot unite, I will still realize my good intentions. I'm going to seclude myself, leave behind this never-ending jungle of peace."