White Eagle Warrior 2

The Convent of Light

No one can decide or change destiny. Some of them try to choose the way life becomes as desired. However, no matter how strong the struggle is certainly not a benchmark of results, the full result is the provision of the creator.

Danur Cakra read the note in his hand, repeatedly, until at last he became confused himself, where his steps should go. Return to the stone village or follow the address listed in the note, which is the opposite position to the stone village.

Kemuning's face appeared, dancing within Danur Cakra's mind. Similarly, Suhita, it is very clear that Suhita was so against the decision of Danur Cakra. And now, the two girls who are so meaningful in Cakra's life are in the same place, Cakra is sure if Kemuning is with the right person. Suhita could not possibly let Kemuning be defeated by his injuries. Treated by the God Physician, surely Kemuning will soon recover and return to normal life. Of course Cakra was very happy.

"I just send a message, I hope they can understand my position now," Danur Cakra sighed for a moment, before then writing a letter that he attached to the arrow and then released with the ability of energy in the direction of the hut that Suhita built in the middle of the stone village.

Danur Cakra let out a long sigh, before then swinging a step towards the address listed on the palm leaf. Accompanied only by the flickering starlight that was swept away by the clouds, Danur Cakra accelerated his pace, and, the sooner until then no longer caught by the eyes of ordinary people when Danur Cakra exerted the ability of science to relieve his body which was at a perfect stage.

Once again, Danur Cakra read the entire inscription on the palm of the palm leaf in his hand. A moment later the tip of the lontar leaf flashed a smoke that turned into a flame, burning the entire writing down.

"Little Dragon, this is the time. I'm sure your fighting spirit will be able to help me, make all this easy" Danur Cakra spoke to himself. That is to say of course he delivered the happy news to the black dragon baby in the realm of evolution.

Down there, eyes look. There stood a large building, a monastery that is still active. Because the monastery is a place of residence that is also a place to learn and worship the creator, it is certainly inhabited by some people with special abilities. And true, the monastery is the first target that will be Cakra sambangi.

Monastery of Light, is a place of worship for a small part of the population. The monastery has administrators who come from other countries. Today there are twenty students, five teachers and a abbot who lives in the monastery. However, it is not those who are the targets of Danur Cakra. Except for a guest, who stopped by a few days ago.

Without a sound, also without anyone knowing, Danur Cakra was already perched on the roof. Paying attention to the situation around, releasing his gaze to all directions. The sharp gaze of Danur Cakra's eyes followed the steps of a walking monk carrying a lantern in his hand. At midnight this way, he was still awake, if the monk was a student who was in charge of ringing the bells sign that the day had changed.

Danur Cakra smiled faintly, he had a plan to prank the bell-beating monk. For a while, Danur Cakra did nothing, he was just watching, following the bell-beater's pace towards the large bell that was in the front yard.

Maybe because of a premonition, the bell-beating monk felt the feathers on his back stand up, goosebumps were not bad. Unlike usual the night felt so cold and gripping. The monk looks wry with fear of bandaging himself.

"Tonight the weather was so strange. Is it possible, there's a demon passing by?" the monk muttered as he raised the large lantern he was carrying, twisting its light around his body hoping to see something he did not really want to see.

Nothing, maybe just his feelings. The bell-beating monk resumed his steps, crossing the spacious courtyard to reach the bell-spot which was right in the middle of the courtyard.

Before removing the wooden laces, the monk raised the lantern he was carrying, watching around where the giant bell building hung. There are no venomous animals, slithering animals or the like. Only after believing that the poor monk had placed the lantern on his right did he quickly open the wooden laces of the beater. However, he had not finished removing the rope, suddenly from the back of his shoulders felt someone patting.

The bell-beating monk was silent, clearly he had not seen anyone in that place. Why did someone suddenly pat her on the shoulder from behind. Tautly, the monk turned his head, turning his head quickly.

Goosebumps, immediately the feathers of the bell-beating monk stand up. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. Really, he felt so scared tonight. Some of the horror stories he heard about demons overshadowed his vision, making fear even more so.

Shakingly, the monk hurriedly removed the wooden laces of the beater, he wanted to quickly provide the task and then return to the room. But so unfortunate fate, the rope has not been separated precisely his body that lifted. A person gripped his waist and his body held high with his head pointed at the iron bell.

THE TUUNGGG!!! The bells echoed, tearing apart the silence of the cold night. Delivering the night switch sign. If there are members of the monastery who want to perform the ritual, of course they wait for the sound of the bell.

No awkward incident. Especially for those who are still sleeping. Even the teachers who had the ability to practice, no one expected if the sound of bells that roared happened not because they were hit by a special wood that had been provided, no one expected, rather the sound came from the loud clashing of iron bells with the head of a human, the head of a small bell-beater monk.

They would be even more incredulous if they saw the terrible scenery that was around the iron bell. Blood that gushed, mixed with the contents of the scattered head. It even scratched a small crack on the iron bell, illustrating how violent the impact that had just occurred was. Really, a disgusting sight that is impossible for common sense to digest, what else does a human being do.

"Biksu bo*doh! What a shame for your fate," Danur Cakra wiped his palm, then took out a lantern that bore witness to the horrific events of the cruel act of stealth.

In less than an hour, there would be no one outside. Because those who go around outside the room are just bell-beating officers who change every hour. Now the first bell-beating monk is wretched, if the inhabitants of the monastery see the passing lanterns then they will not think of anything.

"Damn! Where is the room occupied by that Great Master?! Woe, I can't guess before looking at his face," Danur Cakra clucked in annoyance. He had only come first, not even a single face was he familiar with. How do I find the master teacher referred to in the palm notes?!

Danur Cakra stopped his steps in front of a room. The corner of his eye saw movement from inside the room, it meant that someone was awake in there.

With one flick of a hand, Danur Cakra opened the locked door. The movement was so fast, when the occupants of the room tried to see what happened to the door, Danur Cakra had already entered and caught the bald-headed monk's neck.

"Akhhh .." Other than that voice, there was nothing a monk could say. He even had trouble delivering air to his lungs.

Without a perfect voice, in fear the monk pointed out the place that Danur Cakra asked. He did not lie, as Danur Cakra's abilities managed to intimidate before the monk was able to act.

Cakra released a stranglehold on the monk's neck, he got up and headed to the room in question. But before Danur Cakra left the room, the monk got up and headed for the corner of his room. Snatching the neatly stored communication device, with all his might he shouted wake up the entire monastery, "SILUMAANNN !!!!"

Danur Cakra turned his head, whereas before he had no intention of harming the monk. But because he dared to make trouble, Cakra could not hold back the movement of his hand. Releasing one long-range punch then made the body of the black monk freeze.

Yongg !!! Toonggg !!! Toonggg !!! The sound of clanging quickly put to each other, awakening the disciples to prepare for alert.

"Murder !!! Killeraannn !!!" from the other direction, there was also a scream. Perhaps some of them have found the body of the bell-beating monk who died horribly.

Danur Cakra clucked in annoyance, his plan not going smoothly. What can be done, he is not a coward who will leave before his goal is achieved. Danur Cakra did not try to escape at all when the monks discovered his existence. He stared with his eyes lit up, looking for the whereabouts of the abbot.

"I've come to find someone, if you want to stay alive, then don't complicate my path" said Danur Cakra. The hiss of his voice reflected such a frightening stealth figure. The Danur Cakra is in its first stage of evolution.

"Amithaba .. emptiness makes one able to see how beautiful peace is, to turn away from the plunging path. The contents are empty, the blank are the contents," a monk puts his hand in front of his chest, bowing to the Danur Cakra. He was not the abbot, not the man Danur Cakra was looking for.

"Where is the abbot? I want to meet and talk to him. You little sheep, it's good to go back and sleep in each cage!" with a haughty tone, Danur Cakra stared low at each face that surrounded him.

Monastery managers, teachers, maybe they can control themselves well. But those who are students and little monks (young monks), of course, boil their hearts when faced with a human figure who is more cruel than demons. They assume that demons must be eradicated to save the world in the future. 

It is true, if demons and demons are real forms that must be fought, destroyed, to disappear from the face of the earth. There is nothing wrong with that, their belief says so. However, the fault is that they have to deal with Danur Cakra. A demon that is the strongest human.

More than five small monks attacked in formation, they did not intend to take revenge for the deaths of the two monks in the light monastery. However, their goal was to stop the carnage, rooting out the root of the problem by capturing the culprit.

"Kepa*rat! Where's the abbot, where's the great teacher? These ugly sheep are a waste of my time!" Danur Cakra unleashes dangerous attacks, dropping one by one opponents in a few moves.

Not to be left behind, Danur Cakra also gives gifts to teachers who have not acted. The attack that Danur Cakra made forced all the monks to come down fighting. And now, the fight is becoming more and more interesting. The sparks caused fires at several points. Although Danur Cakra is a great warrior with deep energy that is difficult to find a match, but to defeat the monks who are equipped with the ability, certainly not like turning the palm of the hand. He has to fight hard to get everything done. Including by exerting a blow of energy in the Dragon Krishna.

Quickly, the fire devoured the roof of the building and spread to other buildings. Not long after, the red jago blazed over without being able to control.

The remains of the surviving members of the monastery did not know what to do, they tried to put out the fire but too late, only in vain to water, making the fire even more blazing. The opportunity was taken advantage of by Danur Cakra to catch up with the abbot and the guests who fled through the back door.

"Protect the Great Master!" shouted a guard who was carrying a stretcher.

The abbot, as well as those in the entourage were so shocked that it turned out that Danur Cakra had caught up much faster than expected. They did not expect that the attacking demon figure was so formidable, unable to be tackled by the monks who had high abilities.

OHHMM !!! The Danur Cakra released a dazzling glow of light, grabbing the palanquin and destroying its entire cover. Make the contents inside clearly visible.

A little boy?! The Master Teacher in question turned out to be just a seven-year-old boy.

Not compassion, nor a changed thought in doubt. Although clearly the opponent is a child who does not know anything, Danur Cakra even more excited. His body gave off a pitch-black colored light, the shadow of a dragon wriggling out and quickly snatched towards the Great Master.

"Nooo !!!" The abbot shouted out loudly, he quickly jumped up high trying to repel the attack of the black dragon.

The tiny speck of light that shines from the Abbot's body is unable to illuminate the pitch-black world. Even a gust of wind so fiercely blew the lamp, extinguishing the light point, engulfing it in increasingly dense darkness. Seiiring with the body of the abbot who was stretched without a heartbeat.

OH, BAAMM !!! Again a loud bang happened. A moment later there was no movement in the entire location. 

There was only one breath, namely Danur Cakra who breathed a sigh of relief. The Little Dragon had successfully jumped over the second gate.