The Mist of Love of the Angel

The Angry of the Dragon

Raksa stared at various types of weapons and magic studies that moved like the waves of the ocean.

The first attack came from a red Rajawali snatched with a flaming nail. Darting behind him were dozens of secret weapons of various types and forms. Not to mention the desing of swords, sticks and some thorny balls roaring towards a single point.

At a glance, no one would dare to guarantee there were people who were able to withstand such an onslaught.

His early Death-Taring Swordsman wanted to intervene. But he wanted to wait for the right moment.

Now he is doubtful. She's confused. Rarely do Swordsmen have the serenity as shown by Raksa. Even on the face of the Raksa smiled. It was as if enjoying the beating of the dancing rhythm of death coming asking for a piece of his life.

Some of the attackers who had not had their turn were just as shocked as the Deathly Taring swordsman.

Taring Death noticed the Mercury not without reason. Raksa in one buzz has given him a beautiful view. Dozens of corpses scattered. Almost all with patal wounds. A wound that makes a person die without pain.

Who is the Taring of Death? He is one of the evil dedicators.

His youth was spent deceiving, robbing and killing. Inheriting his father's talents. He was known to be savage and merciless. In his life story he once grounded a village in the embers of death fire. But now he stood transfixed as if bewitched by a young man.

Is it true that evil is most afraid of something more evil than him?

Mercury drains nearly five hundred inner power circles. An amount he had never used.

A few seconds when the attack came, his body shot up, soaring high into space.

Once in the air he did not immediately go down like a swordsman in general. Raksa pressed Ajian kijang kencana to the climactic point. His body was floating in the air.

Dozens of attacks struck the void space. Some even escaped until they destroyed the headquarters gate.

Rajawali warrior from the North flabbergasted. He had not expected the young man in front of him to be able to fly. Even floating in the air. As if there were no body weights.

Floating in the air Raksa displays an amazing figure. Success against gravity.

The Mercury grasped the Black Mermaid Sword with both hands. Blue light enveloped the body, even his blue eyes flashed even brighter.

" Broker Rajawali from the North, you claim to be from the white faction but it turns out you are a black faction, are you planning to destroy the Selaparang kingdom?" The monster shouted from the air.

"Don't be a hero, you're just a kid yesterday afternoon, you don't deserve to know our plans, go home, bring your wife here, I'll let you live, ha..." Ki Dursila laughed mockingly.

After swearing with dirty words the old man broke through the crowd, leaping high while attacking with his red sword. The fire bird shot straight.

The Raksa fully understood their purpose in trying to kidnap him. Vast.

Is there any remnant of mercy for one who wishes to harm his Little Angel?

Raksa doesn't need a long answer. From the air his sword slashed. Ajian Soul Fiber howled breaking the night air.

Boom! Bum ! Boom!

Fire birds are gone. A blue glow grabbed the three front-most attackers charred in flames. Some parts of his body even melted and became dust.

Dozens of attackers retreated in fear. Their faces pale. A blue figure floating in the sky like an angel of death . . .

What happiness does the world offer that you are so in love with it?

Then what suffering does death offer that you are so afraid to face?

The Swordsman of the Deathly Fingers was no longer able to withstand the admiration. He raised his hand and gave a thumbs up. Praising the young man.

The Rajawali warrior from the North who saw it couldn't help himself.

" Death Fangs, why are you just dumbass, let's attack that young man!"

" My appearance is ugly, but my brain is not stupid, if I attack it is the same as giving up my life. I still want to live!" The death fangs just retreated and darted away.

Some people who saw him admitted defeat and went unaffected. What was their prowess compared to the Death Fangs?

" Coward, hey all of you, no one's trying to leave, fast forward, if you retreat you'll be branded a traitor and will be hunted for the rest of your life!"

The remaining black warriors had no other choice. The words of the Rajawali warrior of the North are not nonsense.

Ki Dursila opened the pitcher from the pumpkin that always hung on his waist.

Black fog billows. The shadow of the black bird appeared.

Its outstretched wings covered almost half of the sky in ironic language. Fierce and full of killing. It was as if it was created from the death swamp evaporating from the drops of thousands of blood and the curse of restlessness.

The Rajawali warrior from the North showed off the ultimate weapon with pride.

With one jump he sat on the back of the beast.

Raksa unabashedly felt his blood pressure flow more rapidly.

"Magic rod, hard to kill, every part of the bird's body is also poisonous, we have to be careful!" The sword spirit reminded Raksa.

"Do you know the animal?" Raksa curious.

" It's a demon lord, one of the animals belonging to the lord of darkness, he is able to rise from the dead even awakening the soul of his master" The sword spirit explained.

Raksa curious. As fast as lightning he shot. The black mermaid sword rattled off the head of the demon lord.

The warrior king from the North laughed. Within seconds the demon bird was recovering as it was.

Ki Dursala laughed and with a pongah he waved. Hundreds of demonic eagle feathers darted in pursuit of Raksa.

The mercury was a little surprised. The flow of electricity of the Black Mermaid heirloom sword resuscitated him. The late-stage Lolat Ampan becomes the final shield.

Duars!!

The force is tens of meters. Her chest feels tight. He got up and set up his suddenly chaotic blood path.

" The bird cannot be killed. Approaching the rider is also difficult, what are your plans?" The Raksa tried to dig out the idea of fighting sword spirit.

" We need a combat partner!"hoarseness filled Raksa's head.

The rakas raised their hands. Drawing empty circles in the air. A tunnel-like energy associated with another dimension opens up.

The roar of the Dragon boomed. A horned dragon figure with glowing red eyes came out from the tunnel in the air.

The remaining black warriors were stunned. The figure of a legendary beast was plastered before them.

Mercury jumped, he landed on the head of the Wind Force Dragon. The horn that curved backwards became a restraint for his body.

"Wind Force Dragon, I need your help!" The raksa held the nape of the dragon.

"Okay sir, take out your orders, I will carry out with pleasure" a clear and surging voice rang out in the head of the Raksa.

"Don't pretend you don't know, ugly Dragon!" The sword spirit shouted hoarsely.

" Black Merfolk, you never change, it's a stale base, you always suck!" The Wind Force Dragon sounded annoyed.

The Wind Force Dragon moved slowly, its eyes unblinking at the demonic eagle flapping its wings and causing a wave of wind.

"Master, use a long-range punch, target his head!" The Wind Force Dragon gave the command.

" Don't say much, I know what you're up to, let's get started!" The sword sounds impatient.

Raksa felt a flowing warmth permeate his soul. The comprehension of the Black Mermaid Sword and the Windy Heavenly Dragon was truly shocking to him.

Raksa had no idea that the two members of his team had gone through many battles together.

The Wind Force Dragon was ready to attack, it roared, its mouth was open and a red fireball as big as an elephant clumped was ready to fire.

Whuss!!!

The monster did not remain silent, the pounding of the Black Mermaid Treasure in his hand became a sign that he had to attack, then he quickly reacted, this time he prepared the Wind Wound.

"Now!!!" Raksa gave command. He floated high, breaking away with the Wind Turquoise Dragon, hurtling at lightning speed.

Wind Wounds roaring. Hot air darted, then disappeared rajawali warriors from the North mocking the blow of Raksa. He thinks it failed. But a few seconds later he was shocked, the heat suddenly rose and hit the head of his demonic bird.

Not lost surprise came the fireball attack.

Duars!!!

Ki Dursila lost his grip. He floated, falling to the ground. He was trying to reach his demonic beast.

The Raksa no longer forgives. Once again the Wind Wound burst out from space.

Boom!!!

Dust fly. Ki Dursala's figure vanished leaving a body figure that resembled minced meat.

The remaining black warriors no longer had the guts. Without command they fled.

For a moment the Demon Lord roared at the body of his master. When his form had recovered, he darted north.

It was almost morning when the battle was over. The red light of dawn in the east cultivates clarifies the collision of corpses and destruction. The house was almost flat, the forest turned spacious and messy.

.....

A body figure stared at the death of Ki Dursala with a look of disbelief.

He tried to find certainty about the event in the eyes of his daughter.

"What should we do now, father?" The girl was confused.

The man in luxurious clothes took a deep breath. For a moment he just stood there.

"We're going to Skull Valley college. We're going to make the next move there" the man moved north on his daughter's lap.

I have been in and out of the room dozens of times. He didn't find Raksa.

Diah and Ki Buyut Bayanaka could only stare at Sekar.

They tried to help but Raksa was not found. They had asked some guards but they did not know.

How can they not panic?

There were a few traces of commotion in the room and the remains of the bone-squeezing poison.

All of that became the turning point of their worries, especially Sekar.

Just crying for a bit. Cowering in the corner of the bed.

The Wind Force Swordsman's room was also empty. It was as if they had agreed to go and leave confusion for him alone.

"Is my smile no longer able to reconcile your heart?" She whispered in the shadow of her husband.

Diah entered in tergopoh-gopoh reported that Raksa had known.

The fog. He was confused, Raksa should not know that all night he had struggled and cried. Otherwise he'll be big head.

In black clothes Raksa back. He came with the Wind Force warrior.

The new Raksa realized that his teacher was paying attention to his fight from the start. Be awake if something bad happens.

The queen tried to smile. Disguising the fatigue radiating from his face. Even though he was conscious. The dust and fishy smell of blood had told me everything.

Sekar scattered, flying across the narrow corner of the grief that was squeezing his soul. Immerse yourself in the ever-tested peace of the waves.

"Hey, why are you crying, I'm fine!" Raksa stroked his wife's long hair.

"You intentionally bullied me!" She clutched her husband tightly. He was no longer ashamed to shed tears. No matter Raksa would make fun of him.

She is her husband. There was nothing strange if he was worried.

"This is the last one, I won't leave without you, unless forced" Raksa laughed mischievously.

Screaming away, he looked into his blue eyes and found the flickering of a lucky star.

"Thank you for taking care of me" she whispered with her beautiful eyes. Eyes that freeze everything. The beauty that has been handed over completely to one person.Steadfast Raksa.

Pomegranate looked at the two people standing before him.

He knows one of them for sure. The figure he wrapped with hatred.

Swordsman Wave Breaker.

Swordsman Breaker Waves fight for rigor. Chests rumbling. That beauty has been buried forever.

A pair of Pujawati's eyes.

God put those eyes again on the girl in front of him. Is this a gift or a punishment?

Pomegranate stared at the Wave Breaker Swordsman expressionlessly. His red clothes waved, long wavy hair covering half of his face.

"You've come to deliver your guilt-filled soul, if you come for it, this place doesn't accept you!" The bitter sound without a sense of flow disturbs the silence.

"I have come to explain the truth of the tragedy that befell your brother"

The Wave Breaker stepped forward.

"Stop!" The pomegranate raised its hand and the mist spread. The roar of ferocious beasts echoed out screams of torment.

Oi... Will it repeat the same punishment? . . .