The Musafir

The First Cagak Death

“Passing path is not like climbing a high mountain,” he said at the same time. “Playing like diving into a bottomless and endless ocean. The more you dive inward, the more you realize that it is too late to return to the surface, so you will continue to dive to death out of breath.”

The mantel took a deep breath.

“Murder in the martial world is considered as a way of perfection; but in the life of igama, murder is considered the cruelest sin if it is not what should be killed; and in the life of the state, it is considered the cruelest sin, murders that have no apparent reason will be applied to the law of life in return.”

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It is certain that Mantingan will not be put to death by the kingdom, instead being given high credit for his great assistance in fighting the enemy.

And maybe igama will not blame Mantingan, because what the young man did was the suppression of crime. Precisely from there the name of Hero Man will be increasingly underwritten.

But how is it from within the Mantingan himself, who still considers that what he has done has produced countless and great sins?

No matter how one considers him a hero, but he himself thinks otherwise, the results will still be in vain.

However, Mantingan realized that he should not regret what he had done. Quite the contrary, Mantingan must see what has been produced from his actions.

See how the Angel of the North River—which will be the key to the success of Tarumanagara—still be saved.

The life of a thousand vandals exchanged for the life of one innocent citizen is not a price too expensive.

Mantingan also understands that in war, the choice is only two. The first is to die by being killed; and the second is to live by killing.

Mantingan then looked up, looking at the inn building that had been partially destroyed. There were also several swordsmen bodies attached to the wooden wall with swords piercing through his chest. There is absolutely no visible life up there.

The mantle scrunched his forehead. Where was the rest of the White Mask Squad he had just seen?

So Mantingan banged his body up to the roof of the inn. How seen the bodies of the White Mask Troopers lurked indeterminate form. When he saw that, Mantingan knelt down without realizing it.

“You have fought to the last blood point.” The mantle spoke softly, which seemed to be saying to itself. “What kind of honor would be worth giving for your sacrifice?”

Mantingan knew that the remaining warriors who had survived had fought their hardest to maintain the Night Inn, even though it was too hard to be the size of a human body. When the enemy has been killed by the Mantingan, and their struggle has been completed, then their lives have been lost.

But how Mantingan knew that they died in peace, for victory was certain.

Mantingan then stood up and spread a look around him. Several buildings in the harbor were seen burning. The pier was destroyed. Broadly speaking, the whole thing seemed very chaotic.

At sea there, the inter-ship battle seems to have ended in victory on the side of the White Wind Spill. Under the moonlight that hung in the clean sky, seen dozens of ships flagged White Wind College was moving towards the dock.

The mantan actually wants to sheathe the sword and as a sign of ending already the murder he committed tonight. But he remembered that Satya was still fighting with his teacher.

Back The mantel spreads a glance. Times more carefully. The movements of the warriors are much faster than the pace of the eagle though, especially if it is involved in a fight.

Until the seeming greatness and flashes of light from magic spells. From what Mantingan saw, the fight was still going on quite fiercely.

Although Satya looks superior to the First Cagak, but Mantingan knows that Satya can be killed immediately when the teacher succeeds in chasing him.

Satya must continue to drag from building to building to avoid the pursuit of his teacher, but he still has to divide his mind to throw the thrashing correctly. It was not an easy thing, and a small mistake like slipping or simply slipping was able to make his life separate from the body.

Mantingan remembered that the First Cagak would fight him if Satya was defeated. Although Mantingan very much does not want it to happen, but he must still prepare himself to face the fight.

Satya looks bouncy very high from the roof of a building. Making Mantingan feel surprised and surprised is not playing with the action, but he understands that Satya can only get his luck despite having a very small risk.

When the First Cagak also darted up while drawing his sword, there Satya threw a Magic Throw in a very large number. Dozens of Magic Throws that he glued at one time!

Satya was careful enough to take into account that a swordsman would not be able to flashed dodging while in the air. The Dozens of Magic Throws he sent were no longer able to be avoided by the First Cagak.

Mantingan reviews a big smile because he feels the history of the First Cagak will be over soon. But his smile disappeared suddenly after the old swordsman's exclamation.

“BECAUSE YOU!!”

The First Cagak took off his sword before kicking him firmly upwards. When the sword shot into the sky, his body shot down as a result of the immense thrust generated from kicking his sword.

The sword was moving very fast. Faster than lightning speed. Satya was unable to dodge as long as she was still in the air.

The mantel performs quick action. He threw a sword on the roof of the inn. The sword shot forth at a speed exceeding that of lightning!

However, it seems that Mantingan must accept the fact that the sword that shot towards Satya is very impossible if it is successfully repelled at any cost.

The mantan could only close his eyes when the One Cagak sword pierced right into Satya's chest.

Still in his coolness, the Coat flashed rapidly. The Science of Hearing Dew Drops to track the whereabouts of the First Cagak, which has indeed been hiding behind the burning building. With great speed, Mantingan shot towards him.

The First Cagak could only move backwards because he was not holding a weapon at the moment. But he could easily snatch a diamond sword belonging to the members who died. The First flag cursed in the mind because the quality of the sword he got was far different from his sword.

The old swordsman chose to continue moving backwards while unsheathing his sword towards the Spell, just in case the young man threw a secret weapon.

Mantingan reopened his eyes, which instantly presented a sharp gaze to the First Cagak. The Sword of Kiai Kedai began to shine brightly, the Thousand Moon Devouring Star Sect was about to be played.

In an instant, dozens of glowing sword shadows were created that swirled around the Mantingan. The First Half sipped his saliva, he knew that out of the dozens of shadows it was only one that was truly original, yet he was unable to discern it at all.

The entire sword was surprisingly thrust forward. The First Cagak immediately prepared himself to face the attack at any cost.

He saw dozens of glowing sword shadows darting towards him. Then then Cagak Kedu felt surprised again. In a time of only a few eye-shocks, he was able to determine which was the real sword with the shadow sword. The difference is too obvious.

After successfully finding out, the First Cagak dodged the original sword attack and let his body be hit by the fake sword shadow. A big smile appeared on his lips. The situation turned sharply, for at any moment the Mantan was not holding a sword!

However, without her expecting it at all, a wave of wind crashed into the warrior's body terribly hard. His chest felt crumpled with that blow. The sword slipped out of his hand, along with the life that was lost from his body.