Wanara Project

Chaptre 81. Unmatched

“I am Azazil.”

Dirga was very surprised by the statement that Darma made. Actually Dirga did not want to believe it, just that the facts present before his eyes said something else.

His mind was back in death, Dirga did not know what he should do. On the one hand, Dirga could not ignore the massacre that was going on in the Dasamuka Project mansion. On the other hand, his condition was even much worse from having to deal with the leader of the Demons, Azazil.

Dirga began to rotate the brain to respond to the condition. There are some things he can do. First, escape as far as possible. Second, go towards the mansion to help his comrades and ignore Azazil's existence. Lastly, fight Azazil with all the abilities he has.

If the first choice he took, then it was possible that Dirga could still save himself. But if given the speed shown by Azazil earlier, it was likely that he would be killed before he could even go too far. If it was the second choice he had taken, then it was likely that Azazil would approach the mansion and bring about a much greater calamity. If the third choice he took, death had clearly been before his eyes.

“Sial...” Think Dirga.

“Pak Darma, why do you have to do all this?” Dirga ventured to open his voice.

Buuuk…!

Suddenly Azazil stood in front of Dirga and threw a hard blow to his stomach, causing Dirga to crash and hit the trees. One blow Azazil did made Dirga almost lose consciousness. His eyes blurred and twitched. His bones were shattered and his body was torn apart.

Dirga faintly saw Azazil walking towards him with such a huge energy pressure. Along with the movement of his footsteps, Azazil's form slowly changed. Darma's familiar face was gone, replaced by a long-horned figure with a terrible face. On the forehead there is a strange sign like a reddish black tattoo. A pair of black wings emerged from his back and stretched very wide.

Dirga was shocked and frightened. Dirga tried to escape, but what power, his body could not be moved at all.

Amidst her fear, Dirga attempted to use fusion techniques to protect her body from Azazil's energy pressure which felt even greater as the distance between the two of them became closer and closer. It was usually easy for Dirga to use fusion techniques, but in his current state, even just to expend CORE energy was extremely painful.

He realized that while trying to heal himself using cell regeneration techniques. Each time the CORE energy flows to the injured part of the body, unbearable pain arises and makes Dirga have to stop the process.

With great effort, finally the fusion energy formed and enveloped Dirga's body as if it was a very sturdy protective fortress. That was all Dirga could do with his current body condition.

The figure of the Demon King was now standing right in front of Dirga. Azazil slightly bent his body and brought his face closer to Dirga's face. Her frequent smile made Dirga growled in fear.

Dirga tried to stay calm because he knew there was a protective energy that could guard him from Azazil's attack. But after that Azazil was seen touching Dirga's protective energy using his index finger and instantly the protective energy shattered unceremoniously. Azazil looked back into Dirga's eyes with a grin that was even more terrifying.

“Close to me and you will be safe. Be my slave and you will be happy.” Azazil said with a smile.

“Better I die.” Said Dirga coldly with a sharp eye gaze and a face full of blood.

“You are a very talented human being. It's a shame to kill a human like you. Bow down to me and you will have the honor of being my servant.”

“Kill me.”

“Close your head and you will get whatever you want. Wealth of power, and power, everything you will get.”

“That's you. Everything you mentioned earlier cannot return the Raka you have killed.”

Suddenly Azazil laughed out loud and made Dirga confused.

“You mean this guy?” Azazil said as he pointed at someone who was walking closer to the two of them.

“Raka...” Dirga.

“Come to me and you will get real happiness.”

Dirga was silent for quite a while. Raka's arrival slightly shook his heart. Despite that, Dirga was still trying to maintain her reasoning consciousness and refused to believe what she saw.

“Azazil is the leader of the Devils, if ordinary Jinn can create illusions, of course Azazil can do that much better.” Think Dirga.

“Do not Dirga Doubt, welcome the hand of the King, you will never regret it. Be thankful that the King gave you such a great opportunity.” The words that came out of Raka's mouth made Dirga very surprised.

“Badness, how dare you pretend to be Raka.”

“I'm not pretending, I'm Raka, your sister.”

Arrghhh…. Dirga screams in pain.

“How dare you show your fangs in front of me.” What happened was Azazil.

Soon Azazil extinguished the fire and treated the burns that Dirga suffered with just a slight breath.

“If you are indeed Raka, there is no way you will let your sister burn like that. It's obvious you're not her.” After saying that sentence, Dirga lost consciousness.

But Azazil didn't let Dirga pass out just like that. He touched Dirga's forehead using his index finger and suddenly Dirga's body convulsed like he was being electrocuted. At once Dirga's eyes widened and his consciousness returned.

“Don't be stupid Dirga, it's really me, Raka. The one who has been with you since childhood.”

“If you're right Raka, do you remember the promise you made? Promises you can never keep.”

“I apologize Dirga, welcome the King's hand, and I will keep my promise. I'll teach you all the fighting skills and techniques I know.”

Those words unintentionally made Dirga shed her tears. Just before Raka's death, Dirga who knew that Raka was learning something asked Raka to teach Dirga whatever Raka knew. Including extraordinary abilities that at that time Dirga first saw.

But Raka had not taught it to Dirga, a disaster that claimed Raka's life. Disaster caused by the Jinn attack.

“No need, I've learned everything. Maybe even now I'm much better than you.” Dirga replied with a small smile on his face.

“No way, you train from those weak people, whereas I was trained directly by the King. Now welcome the hand of the King and we will train together.”

“Of course you are great. Asoka, the Pandavas and now Azazil also train you.”

“True, and I will pass down the knowledge I get from the three of them to you.”

“The Pandavas are five people, and even you have never met them while you were alive.”

“Results.” Raka said that suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

“You are indeed very clever, or maybe that stupid Jinn is too stupid. Though a small part of Raka's memory has been contained in Jinn stupid, but once stupid still stupid.” Azazil said still with his horrible grin.

“That's you damned Devil.”

Dirga's speech made Azazil ride apitam. Azazil stood up straight again, spread out his wings and channeled a pitch-black energy that turned into a black flame. Azazil burned Dirga with that black flame. Black fire is one type of fire that is much hotter compared to red fire and is very difficult to extinguish. Only the power users and other black fire owners can put out the fire. While the creatures that have the power are only Azazil and Asoka.

Arghh…. Dirga shouted very loudly due to the heat of the fire and the excruciating pain. But Dirga did not want to give up so easily, he still retained the fusion energy to help reduce the pain and impact caused by the black flames. Despite that, the fusion energy could not last long and was slowly eroded by the black flames.

Arghh…. Dirga again shouted while taking out the remnants of the energy he had to maintain the existence of fusion energy, until finally the energy was completely eroded and the black flames burned Dirga's skin.

Baaam…!

Suddenly, a great force attacked Azazil. The power was large enough to create a cataclysmic explosion that created a huge destruction in the area. But even such a strong attack still could not touch Azazil. Azazil managed to dodge right before the attack exploded and destroyed everything there.

Wush... Wush…!

A strong wind managed to extinguish the black fire that burned Dirga. Thanks to Dirga's efforts in maintaining fusion energy, he managed to minimize the adverse effects caused by the black flames.

He opened his eyes slowly, and he saw someone standing straight in front of him. The black wings stretched wide from the person's back. The black wings were very similar to those of Azazil. But Dirga realized that it was not Azazil, that person looked like an ordinary human being. Its black wings alone distinguish it from humans in general.

Then Dirga looked at the area around him. Dirga was very surprised because all he saw was destruction. Only the point where they were was visible was not affected by the attack.

From a distance, Azazil seemed annoyed by what he was witnessing. Azazil knew that there were only a handful of creatures that could make such a powerful attack on such a large scale. Then Azazil again moved closer to Dirga and now he faced directly with the person responsible for the attack.

“Welcome, Rama, heir to the blood of King Jinn.” Azazil said still with a terrible grin.

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