The Musafir

Flies Crowd; Larons Crow Lanterns

The young man cut the rope that bound the North River Angel with his bare hands—which had been coated with inner power until it became hot and sharp.

It was only after the rope was broken, he hugged the body of the North River Angel to take him swimming out of the ship using the Science of Fish Up the Waterfall.

Mantingan smashed into the wall of the ship with the attack of its wind footprint which however still quite useful in the water like this. As quickly as possible he swam up, because in fact the ship had brought him sinking far enough to the sea.

The North River Angel is still unconscious. The mantan with his greatest concern in taking appropriate action by giving him an artificial breath accompanied by pranic energy. Didn't that girl ever do the same thing? This was the perfect time for Mantingan to reply to him.

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MANTINGAN continues to flow air and prana energy to the North River until they burst out of the ocean.

The young man had just taken a sigh of relief and thought that the circumstances had become non-urgent anymore. Feeling as if there was nothing to worry about. The North River Angel was found safe, so what else should he worry about?

But that is how life always goes without caring the expectations of the people who live it, no matter what happiness is accompanying it. If it has to happen, then it happens; that's how real life really is.

The relief of Mantingan must be extinct when he again faced death inviting attack!

More than a hundred high-skilled warriors flashed towards him. Attacking him from all directions with unsheathed weapons defied death.

The mantan became really angry this time. He was tired of all sorts of bloody battles. The battle required him to slaughter countless people again. His body was always wet, red with blood.

Remember himself in the words of Kiai Guru Kedai:

“The swordsman's clothes only dried the goods for a moment, before returning wet washed blood.”

The mantle fluttered one of his hands. Creates a large wind whirlpool that spins very very strongly. Raging ferociously in the middle of the ocean.

Mantingan then took off his embrace on the North River Angel, letting him into the whirlwind that was deliberately made as the protector.

In just the blink of an eye after the body of the Northern River Angel seemed to be submerged in a whirlwind, the hundreds of fierce warriors that had been so close to Mantingan had arrived. A blink of an eye again, they would stab their weapons in unison!

But a moment later, their bodies were actually slammed into all directions in a state that was no longer intact. Spatter away! Surely the pieces of meat become food for the animals of the ocean.

The body of the Mantang circled in the air several times. Just now he had released dozens of Blood Wind Spokesmen into the surroundings, which became a revelation as to why the bodies of his enemies were scattering!

But presumably, he was still not given a chance to breathe freely. Hundreds of experts returned. Bouncy from wave to wave. With a glittering weapon reflected by the moonlight.

Mantingan looked at those who came with a deep hatred. It was as if the devil had borrowed his body to eradicate the humans on earth to the fullest. A gaze capable of making a layman's heart stop beating!

Dark Eve seemed to have enveloped her body without giving any slit. Eve who is completely invisible, but is able to feel her presence. It was as if reaffirming that Mantingan was not an entirely friendly person to approach.

It was also realized by the warriors who were venturing closer to him. Mantingan's murderous Eve had reached to a certain degree, which was rarely achieved by warriors as young as him.

Although already knowing that approaching Mantingan is the same as taking lives, they do not reduce let alone stop the movement of the pace.

To be able to die at the hands of a very powerful Mantingan like a god of all gods to them is a very great honor.

Unfortunately, it actually had a bad impact on the Mantingan who was very fond of killing. Killing thousands of people in one night was not something that did not shake his soul.

Moreover, Mantingan never once tried to enjoy killing.

Kiai Guru Kedai once said to him during his training:

“You have ancestral blood that is very fond of killing people, it is very likely that the nature is contagious to you. So if you do not want to be a savage man without a civilized devil-like act, never try to enjoy killing, even if you feel that killing is better enjoyed.”

But for now, the Mantingan had no other choice but to kill and kill. Although his decision not to indulge in the killing would have an impact on his psyche, but as mentioned earlier that the Mantan had no other choice.

It takes sacrifice, to achieve victory.

Not only about the North River Angel that really must be protected, but also about Tarumanagara who must really succeed in defeating the rebels.

When his opponents who had just come were so close to him, the Mantingan again sent dozens of Blood Wind Palms, which in one strike it could kill up to a dozen warriors at once.

The mantan also uses the weapons of his opponents to be involved in the attack of the wind site, so that more enemy warriors will be killed in one attack.

Swordsmen continue to fall in the air. Floating falls until it finally capsizes the ocean before sinking. That's how the flashing came to him always falling drowning into the ocean with lives drifting away nowhere.

Like flies that came swarming the carcass; laron swarmed the lanterns, but sadly the carcass was laced with a very deadly poison; and the lantern was covered in trapping oil. That's how it looks today.

Until after a while had passed, the endless crowd of enemies stopped attacking when a command from a voice appeared.

“Dublish! He's not your opponent! It is much better if you stop the Mad from Sagandu who is really crazy!”

The mantle that had been released from the crowd of enemies then fluttered itself over the sea water. Behind him is a whirlwind that still protects the North River Angel. Of course the whirlwind is not only to withstand all the pace of the swordsman who tried to hurt the Angel of the North River, but also to cover the look of the girl who dressed a little from the curious eyes of the enemy warriors.

Mantingan still considers that the beauty of the North River Angel which causes the enemies willingly come to seize it. So that under such dire circumstances, the Angel of the North River must be protected from all eyes.

A frail old man came in the same way as his comrades; drifting down from the sky before tracing the sea water a short distance away from Mantingan.

The old man smiled broadly. While the Mantingan continues to wait with a facial expression that can be said to be very cold. He chose not to rush, for however the Angel of the North River was within his reach.

“This low old man came to pick up the North River Angel. If the child is willing to give it to the harm, for how much the woman is indispensable for the creation of peace in Yawabhumi.”

The mantle frowned. “Omong empty what are you saying? Obviously your intention to kidnap her is to finish your lust! What peace of Javadvipa are you talking about?”

The old man stroked his white beard while muttering. “Hmm, that means Sixth Magician hasn't told you about the truth that the woman has hidden from you and everything. What a bitter truth.”