The Musafir

Killed by His Own Fear

“If you want to snatch the Sky Stakeholder's authority from me, then you really don't have to bother beating me.” The mantle spoke in a pressure-filled voice, out of nowhere it gained its power. “I never received the Sky Stakeholder's authority. Anyone is free to take it from me. But if it is done by fighting, especially to the point of endangering my soul and the souls of those I care about, then I will serve.”

The mantle stood up. This time, the Bloody Ferret Swordsman could no longer maintain his smile. “How can you ...”

Now, it was precisely Mantingan who smiled widely. “Unnamed Woman taught me many things.”

The mantle flashed forward. With a raw bogem, he managed to crush the head of the Bloody Molewler. Right after that, everything became a temporary waste, until it was finally replaced by a new sight.

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The night sky is studded with stars. The moon hung in the sky, spreading its brilliance. A few unfortunate bats cross by continuing to make sounds that are not able to be captured by ordinary human hearing.

That was what Mantingan saw when he first opened his eyes. He was in a state of disintegration after escaping from his unconsciousness. Loosely dressed wild grass that began to tickle his skin.

The mantle reached for his Savrinadeya Sword lying beside him. Consciously unconscious, he was able to find out the location of the sword without having to bother looking for it. Mantingan then stood up, because it was still fresh his memory of what had just happened!

The mantel spread a look around. The discovery of all puppet players crumbling on the grass in a terrible state. Most rolled around with their mouths wide open but made no sound at all. Another small part had sprawled out without moving with the white foam in their mouths, clearly lifeless. Chitra Anggini was still rolling on the grass, instead of being sprawled with foam soaring high above his mouth. Seeing that, Mantingan secretly put on gratitude.

How Mantingan knows that all the puppet players experience the same thing with him. They are caught up in a terrifying delusion made by a sorcery. Their brains are capable of creating pain that never really existed, based on what happened to their delusion. This is also what is experienced by Unnamed Women.

In fact, the magic that creates such a terrible delusion is not harmless. If one's delusion had reached such a terrifying level, then that person would have died, just like what happened to some of the lifeless puppet players with foam in their mouths. While the remaining puppet players only need to wait for time until death approaches them.

The mantan can escape from the magic full of deceit, because however much he has a high consciousness after reading the Book of the Unnamed. Indeed, such magic is actually very easy to break, although very deadly. A person who is exposed to magic just needs to realize that all the terrible things he experienced were not real at all.

However, often terrible things make a person unable to think clearly. Moreover, if his position has been so desperate. They will not be able to think that everything they experience is not real.

What Mantingan wants to do at this time as soon as possible is to resuscitate all the puppet players around him. Before it's too late. Time can mean life!

But when he was about to do that, he saw Kartika who was being pushed by the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman in the corner of the field. How the woman is in a deadly lockdown. The Bloody Kelewang Swordsman overtook him from above, with a hermit trying to pierce Kartika's chest. However, the beautiful woman managed to hold back the speed of the slats with both hands!

Mantingan knows that Kartika has an empty hand science called Iron Hand Science, which is able to make the hands become as strong and hard as iron. But however, the kelewang owned by his current opponent is not a mediocre weapon, but a high-level heirloom weapon. As a result, Kartika's hands were covered in blood. The slender blade managed to injure his hand, and now continued to accelerate slowly but surely. From the look of his face that shriveled, Mantingan could tell that Kartika was enduring a great pain.

“Not manly your attitude if only dare to attack me from behind, Hero Man!” Bloody Kelewang Swordsman shouted loudly. From the look of his face, it was obvious that he was scared to death!

Sayu Kartika's eyes glanced at Mantingan with a million meanings. However, Mantingan knew that the woman asked him to ignore the words of the Bloody Mancier. In another sense, the woman asked Mantingan to help her as soon as possible.

“Maybe there have been countless lives that you plucked away in this horrible way, O Bloody Devotee Swordsman who is not at all gallant.” The mantan began to step forward with the sword raised to chest level. “I actually really wanted to make you feel the greatest fear before dying, but that would only make me as humiliated as you.”

Bloody Kelew Swordsman became very upset. As soon as possibled pulled the handle of the leeway in preparation to face Mantingan, but both hands Kartika held the leash! Bloody Kelewang breeders become afraid not to play.

“Let go or I kill you!” The man with the burly muscles began to trample on Kartika's stomach.

The action of the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman was actually used by Kartika. The woman who looked slim and powerless was moving quickly sidelined her body, so that the two legs of the Bloody Molewers in her stomach became lost footing. The swordsman's body is no doubt to be shrewd until it slides down. Kartika immediately wrapped around the Bloody Minker Swordsman's body with both feet, even before the swordsman fell to the ground.

Things turned around very quickly. There was only one blink of an eye. Kartika overlapped the body of the Bloody Kelewang Swordsman with a dagger in his hand, so killing could no longer be avoided.

The woman who was the leader of the puppet player looked at Mantingan after successfully slitting his opponent's neck to break up. Facing that gaze, Mantingan could only smile awkwardly.

“He died by his own fear.” The woman said while cleaning the blood in her dagger with her shawl. “Hero Man, I'm going to talk to you after we wake up all my foster children from this curse magic.”

Apparently, the magic that plagued them all was curse magic. Mantingan knew a little about magic from the books he read in the Thousand Drops of Water. As the name suggests, curse magic comes from the lucky spells that are recited. The magic is quite terrible, because it usually does not have a single antidote spell. To be able to control curse magic can not be done carelessly, because it only takes a little mistake to be able to make a spellcaster exposed to the curse of his own magic.

In addition, of course there are still many things that Mantan knows about curse magic. However, Mantingan would not remember it for now. He must be fully alert to Kartika. Early last night, Chitra Anggini signaled that this puppet dance troupe had participated in hunting the existence of Hero Man, who was none other than himself.

As if seeing a hint of vigilance in the eyes of Mantingan, Kartika again said, “We have indeed been looking for you for a long time, Hero Man. Of course you know that as an underground society, we rarely hunt people without the intention of killing them.”

“If so, do not you need to ask for my help even further.” The mantel changed the look on his face. “If you want to settle the matter now, then I am willing.”

“I changed my mind.” Kartika smiled. His face suddenly turned pale. “Kutahu that even if I was with all my men attacking, we would never be able to defeat you without a great loss. After all, Hero Man, I need your help now .. The poison from the Bloody Moleum Swordsman has spread throughout my body.”