The Musafir

Crazy Mantle

“A great honor to be able to converse with you, Nyai Dara.” The woman who recognized herself as Chitra Anggini smiled. “But can you ask your guards to hand out a wide cloth to the refugees to cover their noses and mouths?”

Dara could hardly believe that the stranger she had just met immediately told her without making small talk. But after all, Dara could still accept it.

“Alright .. It's time to spread fragrance.” Chitra Anggini took out a small roof from inside his coffers. The smile on her lips grew wider.

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AFTER spreading the murderous lust, the Mantingan again swung his sword with the Thousand Sword Dance Technique. In a single hit, he could kill dozens of his enemies, because the Thousand Sword Dance Force had been combined with the Wind Splitting Force, so that the wind coming from the saber was sharp enough to be able to create deadly scratches.

Mantingan has no difficulty facing warriors around him. They were helpless as long as they were under the pressure of the murderous lust that Mantingan had put out. Moreover, the pressure of the killer's lust grew even greater after the Mantingan killed more warriors in that place.

The leader of the army who was far enough from where the Matingan was located also felt the horror experienced by the enemy warriors. Although the murderous lust did not touch him at all, but the sight of the Mantingan slaughtering his enemy like a heartless savage beast was still extremely terrifying.

This is truly a massacre!

But Mantingan still felt less. It is seen that the twilight is increasingly bristling until any movement becomes scattered, while the number of enemy warriors are still many in the port. Mantingan did not want to waste time in a humanitarian way, he was sure that the one he faced this time was not a human.

So in the midst of the sea of helpless enemies, his body spun around the goods once. All warriors who would have been within three spears from where he stood immediately bounced far away, which of course with life separated from the body. So quickly, even his enemies did not have time to let out a cry before death.

The mantle flashed to the face, doing so once more. Sending dozens of famous Blood Wind Sites was extremely deadly towards his enemies. Making dozens of enemy warriors soar high with lives also drifting away.

The Mountain Tiger Forces then realized that the crazy ones in this place were no longer them, but Mantingan!

So those who had initially advanced and concentrated the attack on Mantingan, now flocked back away from him and chose to face off against the much weaker White Mask Army.

However, of course the Mantingan would not let them get away with it. If hundreds of enemy warriors with medium to high-level abilities were to attack dozens of White Masked Army warriors simultaneously, then it would naturally only result in defeat for the White Mask Army.

So without saying any more words, the Mantin flashed quickly over his enemies who were angry. Return to play the Thousand Sword Dance Technique that blends in such a way with the Wind Splitting Technique. No forgetting Mantingan uses the Science of Hearing Dew Drops to find out which dangerous attacks are targeting him.

Mantingan attacked in a swirling manner like a whirlwind. Surrounding his body was like being enveloped in thousands of fast-spinning sword rods. The storm created feels so sharp, it can easily tear the skin and tear the flesh. Blood is everywhere.

The coat of clothing that was originally white was not spared from the splashes of blood, so now the color has been completely as red as blood. Even his body had been completely crimson in color, and it was as if it was fused with his clothes that were so red in color anyway.

But a moment later, there was the sound of a call saying his name repeatedly. A whisper, whose voice was so small that it was almost inaudible among the screams of death.

“... Mantxue ... Matingan ..”

It was obvious that Mantingan heard the sound of the call. But where did it come from? The mantan looked around without stopping his movements that grabbed his enemies like starving eagles.

“... stop, Mantingan ..”

Someone told him to stop, but where would that man be? Who might? Why did he ask Mantingan to stop?

Among the screams of death that completely filled his ears, Mantingan was very difficult to estimate where and from who the voice was. He even had difficulty knowing if the voice was a woman or a man.

Of course the Mantingan will not sacrifice the Science of Hearing Dew Drops to use to find the origin of the sound, because the science is still used to track hundreds of attacks that lead to him in just a blink of an eye.

“... stop ... What you did is a heinous massacre ...”

“Have you really spared you will be me, Mantingan?”

When the voice was clear, and when the words felt so gripping, the new Mantingan realized where and from whom the voice came. Instantly his facial features became bad, but still did not stop his movements.

“Rara, I thought you had left me forever ..” The mantel replied with a witty. If others heard it, it would be known how much the voice contained profound sorrow.

“As long as the ashes are still with you, I will never be able to escape from you.”

Such a heart-wrenching voice Mantingan. How the young man remembered that Rara had asked him to stall his ashes, because he did not want to travel with her anymore. Could Rara bring that back?

“I don't think you'll ever want to stall my ashes anywhere. I actually don't like it at all, even hate it. But do I have the power to fight a beast like you?”

Again, those words seemed to have destroyed his feelings.

“Now all I can do is warn you to stop this crazy slaughter.”

“Rara, you know that I must do this for the sake of Tarumanagara ..”

“You did not do it for Tarumanagara or any other country. You did this solely for the sake of that Champa girl you were with.”

“Not at all, Rara. You must have understood that his departure ...” The mantel held back his words. Is not the secret of the ambush of the troublemakers after the departure of the North River Angel absolutely not to be revealed to anyone including Rara who has not competed and spirited though?

“Understanding what?” Ask the intangible girl.

The mantan still continues to flicker snatching his enemy and also fending off attacks in the form of poisonous needles and flying knives that lead to him. He was caught in a moment of worry.

“If you continue to be in my soul,” he said in the end, “then you must understand it.”

“I have understood it, but I want you to say it directly to me.”

“No.” Strict mantain to his decision. “No to now.”

The voice disappeared for an instant before it finally reappeared. “Stop this you did. How many lives have you lost?”

“I'm sure that they deserve to die, Rara.” The man answered without stopping.

“You are just an ordinary man, a Mantingan, and humans sometimes misrepresent a truth.”

“This time, I'm sure what I'm doing is not wrong. And if I'm wrong, at least I've done a favor to the crowd.”

The mantle then flashed faster, as if hinting that he would not listen to Dara's words anymore.

But from the sea of enemies in front of him, the Mantang saw a shadow that was so fast moving towards him. The mantan had pulled his body back because he thought that the shadow was about to strike him, until he realized that the shadow stopped in the air a few steps away from him. At that moment, Mantingan took a deep breath behind his mask.