The Thousand Mask Warrior

Seven

The members of the Hell Earth Needle are scrapped, dispersed, ambyar. They did not expect that there were unknown figures flashing from one place to another with a quick and agile movement where they spread. The figure infiltrated on the sidelines of the whirling pe*luru bule Pranggi and their poisonous secret needles to slowly but surely, finish them all off.

"Rear. We have to go!" said one member of Hell Earth Needle to Kamisan the Pikulan Sakti. Actually, there were still four members of the group with him. However, even though their goal of ransacking the city within this fortress had basically been a little bit of a success, they also had great losses. They lost many lives of their own members.

Kamisan, who after having killed a Pranggi officer with his deadly piculan moves, may have been too proud and high-minded. He was not aware that his football was met with a hard fight as well.

Several native and bule soldiers died at their hands. The fire soared high burning place that clearly made the loss of the city of Malacca inside the walls of Pranggi fortress. Chaos ensues and people are confused and frightened. It should be, after that they can waltz away casually enjoying the destruction they created, if only the unknown swordsman did not come suddenly out of nowhere.

Kamisan confusion. The vibe of pride in his chest dimmed rapidly. He did not expect that the reports from the four members of the Hell Earth Needle group turned out to foil everything.

Kamisan looked at his wooden pistol covered in blood after he broke the head of the Pranggi officer. Her pride turned into a terrible hatred. He wanted to find the mastermind of this failure and kill him at this very moment to recover just a little bit of his great disappointment.

"No, sis. We can't do it. Too many Pranggi warriors know who we are" said the Hell Earth Needle member when he learned that Kamisan was determined to find out about the disturbing swordsman.

"I don't care. Do you think I'm afraid of facing all those waji*ngan? I can kill them in one fell swoop" Kamisan retorted.

"We know you're capable, sis. But this is not the time for you to follow your desires. We need to get out of here. We don't know how many of our members are alive and escaped the surrender of Pranggi's army and attack that figure. We have to follow the plan" said the others.

"What plan? Things no longer fit what I thought was planned. Many of our people have died. They have to pay for it, whoever it is?!" kamisan replied still filled with anger and resentment.

"Rear, think straight. Imagine our surviving friends waiting at the rendezvous. They're probably already there right now, waiting for us. They will be confused to do the next step, especially if you are invisible. What if they find out we're all dead? What are they gonna do?"

Kamisan growled in annoyance. But it didn't take long for him to realize that what his friends were saying was true. They could be said to be the last members of the Hell Earth Needle. They don't have much time or energy anymore. This last force should be the initial force for them to rise up and gain the trust of the Walanda bulls in Betawi. But the most important thing now is the integrity of the group, although it is unclear how many of them survived.

Kamisan directly led his four comrades running through the smoke and chaos nimbly out of the fortress.

Sasangka on the other hand had already come out. He has returned to his role as a wine merchant. The bamboo wine has been taken back. He also went out and took the wedhung that he entrusted. In this state of chaos, the guards turned out to poultice with him and understand the fears and concerns of people, especially newcomers like him.

So Sasangka roared like a man who was afraid of death and relieved to get out of the chaos and unrest in the fort. In fact, he deliberately came out of the city because he understood the thugs would run away like cowards. Sasangka will follow and finish everything outside the fort, without riots and other casualties. There were already members of the cunning group to run and hide after making a surprise attack and supporting the enemy.

But this time, Sasangka will not let them all survive.

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"Only this survived?" kamisan. His face was moping with gloom, flushed red with anger and resentment despite being hidden by the shadows of the leaves.

No one answered.

"Look for me to come back to tear the place apart" Kamisan added. No one refuted or rejected his words. But everyone also understood that it was just a stupid act. The Pranggi soldiers are certainly ready to be on guard. Let alone to mess things up, their movements would have been instantly discovered when they were a hundred steps in front of the city gate.

Kamisan pounded his wood into the ground in annoyance. "Well, let's just leave this damn place. Later, along with the Walanda soldiers we will come back and help destroy the damn fortress. We will finish our work" Kamisan said.

They were just about to turn away when a loud voice rang out behind them, "You're really sure you can come back here?"

The remaining seven members of the Hell Earth Needle were instantly on guard. They turned around and prepared their remaining nails.

There was a figure of people standing leaning on the tree goods with dense foliage. His face was covered in cloth on the part of his mouth and nose, making him unrecognizable. However, some members of the Hell Earth Needle immediately knew who the figure was.

"Kamisan's back, he was the one who attacked us and made the Pranggi army know our secret whereabouts," said one member of the Hell Earth Needle who had seen the agility and lunge Sasangka in the city fortress earlier.

Kamisan's blood bubbled. "Nation*t! Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. Look for this man's apparent mampus," Kamisan swore. He did not expect that the person he wanted to look for had even come willingly in front of him without having to be searched.

"You know that the Walandas will obviously throw you away, right? These seven worthless men still want to beg the great power in Betawi? Your dreams are too big" said Sasangka behind the cover of his face.

"Oh, so you're in this case working on the Pranggi bule, huh? Looks like your job worked out well. How much are you paying, stranger? Then, will the Pranggi soldiers soon come with their beds besieging this place?" kamisan.

Sasangka. "I have nothing to do with the Pranggis. My business with you, cowardly and traitorous," Sasangka replied. His experience with this group was clearly still evident within his soul. Grief cannot go away.

"Don't worry, there won't be anyone who will bother me here to take you straight to the afterlife!" sasangka.

This time it was Kamisan who chuckled. "This arrogant boy took his own life. All right, you could be the replacement for our friends who died there. But first let me know who you were before your life drifted, stranger," Kamisan replied. The wood has been fixed in the hand. Six of his comrades had already prepared their secret weapons.

Sasangka walked forward a few steps, making the Hell Earth Needle members shift their legs and prepare their silat horses carefully. He then pulled out two wedhungs, hooking each other at the base of each hilt. He then pulled out another wedhung dagger. Sasangka weighed and played with the three weapons of his flagship king.

"Prepare to die, cowards, though you will die honorably at the hands of the Thousand Mask Swordsman" exclaimed Sasangka loudly as he came forward attacking directly towards the seven members of the Hell Earth Needle.