Rangga stood up straight looking at the peak of Mount Balakambang which was shrouded in mist. Behind him, the village of Pasir Batang Rangga turned his head when he felt footsteps approaching. His lips smiled when he saw Sawung Bulu sitting on a rock. Ranga approached.
"Anything on your mind?" asked Ranga."Yes," said SawungFeather sighed.
Rangga took a place beside Sawung Bulu. Together they looked at the peak of Mount Balakambang.
"I don't understand why you helped me yesterday," Sawung Bulu muttered under his breath.
"I'm helping, because you need help," said Rangga casually
"It shouldn't be me, but the villagers," Sawung Bulu looked at Pasir Batang Village "I think I'd rather die than see the destruction of the people I love."
Rangga silently listened. Since he was brought here, this is the first time Sawung Bulu wants to say something. He was always gloomy, like he was thinking something.
The Sacred Eagle warrior knew what Sawung Bulu was thinking. Last night he received a lot of information, also this morning from several residents of Pasir Batang Village.
Rangga did not think that Sawung Bulu would act so recklessly without considering the risks. Who would be willing if his lover was made a victim
demon offering? It's just actionSawung Buhl who was reckless and too indulged in young blood. Now everything has happened. The entire population of Pasir Batang Village is just waiting for fate.
"I don't know, are they demons who came from hell, or are powerful human beings who indulge in lust. They are so tough and hard to beat," Sawung Bulu was already complaining.
"They are ordinary humans who can die," said Rangga."You know them?" Sawung Bulu was a bit surprised.
"Yes, three of your opponents yesterday died," said Rangga without intending to brag.
"You killed them?" Sawung Bulu was even more surprised. His eyes crawled over the Demonic Warrior's face like he couldn't believe his ears.
"Not me, but the Almighty who is pleased," said Rangga modestly.
"When did you kill them?" asked Sawung Bulu as if probing
"Last night, in front of the village chief's house. But I was late..."
"Slow down, you mean?" cut Sawung Bulu in a worried tone.
"They managed to kill no less than ten people."
"So?"
"I spoke with Ki Brajananta, Ki Gandara, and several other people. It seemed that they all really wanted to escape from the clutches of King Dewa Angkara."
"Ah, if only the AlmightyPower is pleased to give me strength. I'm willing to sacrifice my life to free them," Sawung Bulu's voice whispered.
Ranga just smiled, then stood up. His feet swung towards the village of Pasir Batang.
"Where are you going?" asked SawungHair.
Rangga just pointed towards the village without looking at it.
answer.
"I am coming along!" Sawung Bulu rushed over. "You'd better stay here for a while"
stop Ranga.
"I'm not a coward who can only hide!" snorted Sawung Bulu.
"I'm not saying you're a coward. But this is for the safety and safety of everyone you love." Actually Sawung Bulu wanted to insist, but his intention was immediately abandoned. He believed that the young man who was the same age as him was not just anyone. The proof is that he killed three of Raja Dewa Angkara's men
in one night only.
"Who are you really?" Sawung Bulu asked, curious.
"I am the Sacred Eagle Warrior," said Rangga
As quickly as he answered, as quickly as he shot. Suddenly it had disappeared from Sawung Bulu's sight. Of course this young man was looking for him. Within days, he really admired the lightening skill of the Perfect Eagle Warrior's body.
"Rajawali Sakti..." Sawung Buhi muttered that name several times.
He sat back down on the rock. His lips were still muttering the name of the Sacred Eagle Warrior. He seemed to be remembering the name. Yes, he had heard that name from Ki Gandara. Also several martial arts leaders from the white group who often come to the Padepokan Pasir Batang. The name Sacred Eagle Warrior is always touted as a young warrior who is very high in supernatural powers.
"Is it true that he is the Sacred Eagle Warrior?" Sawung Bulu asked himself.
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In the main hall of the Padepokan Pasir Batang, Ki Gandara was talking with Sangkala. Several pupils of the hermitage were seen standing guard with their weapons drawn. For the past two days, Ki Gandara has ordered his students to always be on standby around the hermitage.
"You didn't see the Sacred Eagle Warrior today, Sangkala?" asked Ki Gandara.
"This morning I still saw it, but until this afternoon it was nowhere to be seen," said Sangkala.
"How is the village?"
"Nothing has happened yet. But Ki Brajananta seems to be restless."
"Yes, I'm also nervous," Ki Gandara admitted frankly.
"Ki. "
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
"Is the Sacred Eagle Warrior capable of facing the KingGod of Angra?" asked Sangkala doubtfully.
Ki Gandara did not answer immediately. His eyes blankly stared straight ahead, towards the peak of Mount Balakambang. It's too risky to just rely on the great name of the Sacred Eagle Warrior. He had only heard the name himself. Haven't seen directly his actions against the powerful figures of the black flow.
Indeed last night the Sacred Eagle Warrior hadprove it by knocking down three people from King Dewa Angkara. But those were just his accomplices. Ki Gandara himself might as well be able to deal with it. Even Sangkala can still compete. So that is not a guarantee that the Sacred Eagle Warrior will be able to defeat King Dewa Angkara.
"I'm sorry if my words made you upset," said Sangkala feeling bad too seeing Ki Gandara turning gloomy.
"No. You have some truth to it. We are
it was impossible to rely completely on the Sacred Eagle Warrior. King Dewa Angkara is difficult to measure the level of intelligence. Ten years have been planted with nails to control all the villages on the slopes of Mount Balakambang, without anyone being able to stop what he's doing."
Trumpets crawled around him. His eyes immediately fixed on the peak of Mount Balakambang.
"There have been many martial arts figures from the white faction who have tried to eradicate them, but so far no one has succeeded. In fact, they are only living in name," Ki Gandara continued. "Do you remember what happened in Kenanga Village, Sangkala?"
"Yes, Ki," said Sangkalaslow.
"No less than ten martial arts warriors helped, but they all died at the hands of the King Dewa Angkara. Also the Ruyung Emas, who was obviously on a level above me, also died."
Trumpet was silent. It is difficult to measure the level of intelligence of King Dewa Angkara. He could understand why Ki Gandara was upset like this. Of course he already realized that he couldn't match the power of King Dewa Angkara.
At their timesilent, suddenly heard shrill screams from the eastern part of the hermitage. Ki Gandara immediately jumped while exerting the knowledge of lightening the body. In an instant, he was outside the pavilion. Trumpets follow.
"King Dewa Angkara..." Ki Gandara hissed when he sawhis students were fightingagainst about ten people dressed all in black.
In a short time, the students of the Padepokan Pasir Batang were bathed in blood. Seeing this fact, Sangkala immediately jumped up while releasing his inner strength. His movements were light, in an instant he had plunged into the fight. Sangkala did not hesitate to draw his sword,
lunged at King Dewa Angkara's men.
As soon as Sangkala entered the arena, one of them immediately confronted him. Sangkala had to face it. His sword flashed swiftly with internal exertion. Sangkala was indeed an expert in swordsmanship. Especially when issued his flagship sword moves.
The silver sword that was the pride of it seemed to be intangible again. All that was visible was a silvery light enclosing the opponent
Trang! Trang!
Several times Sangkala's sword collided with his opponent's black spear, causing his hand to feel like a pins and needles. Sangkala realized that his inner strength was still below that of his opponent. Realizing this, he tried not to clash weapons too often.
Meanwhile, there have been many victims from the Padepokan Pasir Batang students. Ki Brajananta is now facing two opponents. Sangkala could no longer divert his attention to the others. The opponent's attacks seemed to be getting more intense. Even his spear strikes felt hot on the skin.
"Uts!" Sangkala tilted its body to the side to avoid the opponent's spear thrust.
The tip of the spear passed a few hairs in front of the chest. The wind of the spear was really powerful. The trumpet moved backwards two steps pushed by the wind of the spear. So hard and hot the wind
Trang!
Sangkala was forced to slash at the tip of the spear which had turned around so quickly after its first attack failed. Again, Sangkala was pushed back two steps backwards. His fingers felt stiff for a moment. His sword almost slipped from his grip.
"Demon!" snorted Sangkala when he noticed that the blade of his sword was chipped.
Sangkala's shock had not yet disappeared, suddenly the opponent's spearhead was again aiming at his chest. He immediately tilted his body, but it was too late.
Crass...!
Unexpectedly, the man turned his spear and succeeded in injuring Sangkala's left shoulder. Blood came out of the torn shoulder quite deep and wide. Sangkala winced in pain, then quickly jumped two more spears away. His fingers immediately tapped several trails of blood on his shoulder. Instantly the blood stopped flowing.
"He... he... he... The doors of hell are open for you, buddy," the man chuckled smugly.
"Don't get big-headed yet, devil!" snorted Sangkala angrily. "I can still take your life!"
"A mouse has entered a trap and can still act!""Accept my 'Dragon Tail Sword' Kick," snapped Sangkala
furious.
After saying that, Sangkala quickly jumped up and shouted loudly. His sword flashed even faster again. A whistling sound could be heard from every flash of his sword. The tip of the Sangkala sword was like the tail of an angry dragon disturbed by its calm. Deflated all of his inner strength to match the opponent's inner strength.
However, all of Skala's powerful and deadly attacks brought no results at all. Even suddenly the opponent's feet managed to land on his chest. Sangkala fell backwards. His chest suddenly tightened, his breath short. His eyes were dizzy
"You're done, hiyaaa ..!" the person shouted loudly.
Sangkala, who was in a difficult position, was no longer able to dodge the spearhead that was rushing towards her chest. He resigned if he had to die on the tip of the black spear. but when the tip of the spear almost touched his skin, suddenly...
Trang!
A glimmer of dazzling blue light hit the black spear. Sangkala opened her eyes in surprise when she saw that the spear had suddenly been cut in two. The shock had not yet disappeared when suddenly the man who was his opponent was thrown backwards a few spears away.
Followed by the appearance of a shadow, accompanied by flashes of blue light dazzling the eyes.
Cras!
Without making another sound, the man dressed in all black collapsed with his head separated from the body. The shadows don't stop. He flashed with flashes of blue light aimed at the people dressed all in black. It was terrible, every flash of the blue light flashed, immediately one opponent was hit.
blood shower. Dead.
Ki Gandara quickly jumped back from the fight. he had already managed to knock down two opponents. The old man who still looked dashing immediately approached Sangkala.
"Retreat!" shoutKi Gandara was hard.
Immediately the students of Padepokan Pasir Batang jumped backwards. However, some of them, who did not have time to retreat, were knocked over by the black spears. Ki Gandara was furious when he saw more and half of his students die lying around.
Meanwhile, the shadow, which was always followed by flashes of blue light, ignored Ki Gandara's pressure. He just kept on searching for life. Now there were only five people dressed in black. They locked the flash of the shadow tightly. But the shadow was still not clearly visible either. His whole body is like being covered in blue light that occasionally sticks out to strike the opponent.
"Leave this place, quickly!"
Suddenly there was a loud booming sound. Instantly five people dressed all in black jumped
escaped from Padepokan Pasir Batang. But one of them must accept fate. He apparently ran away too late.
The dazzling blue light hit him very quickly. And with one slashing scream, the man fell to the ground with his chest split open. For a moment he lay motionless on the ground, then remained motionless again. "
Along with that, the blue light disappeared. Then followed by the appearance of a body in a vest standing near the last corpse. Warm blood was still coming out from the chest of the corpse which was almost purus.
"Rajawali Sakti..." sighed Ki Gandara. The professor of the Pasir Batang Padepokan rushed over, followed by Sangkala from behind. Sangkala's right hand touched the wound on his left shoulder. The blood came out again, because the blood pressure that was only temporary was no longer working.
"How's your wound?Sangkala?" asked Rangga while paying attention to the wound on Sangkala's left shoulder. "Only an external wound," said Sangkala. Rangga aka the Sacred Eagle Warrior approached. His hand stretched out and clasped the injured shoulder. Then his lips smiled while pulling his hand again.
"Just an ordinary wound," said Rangga.
"Thank you," said Sangala. "If you don't help quickly, maybe I'll just be a name."
Ranga just smiled. Then he approached one of the corpses dressed all in black. He squatted down, then his hands grabbed the piece of cloth that covered the person's entire face. A beautiful white face appeared on the face of a woman.
The Sacred Eagle Warrior became curious. He approached the second corpse, and took off his mask.
Again the face of a beautiful woman with neatly curled hair was seen. Ki Gandara, who was also curious, also took off the other black masks. Obviously, these six people dressed in all black, everyone
are women.
"What does all this mean?" asked Sangkala could not hide his surprise and astonishment.
Really no one suspected that King Dewa Angkara's people were the beautiful woman Sangkala, who had only had the chance to fight with one person before, was now truly amazed. It was completely unexpected that he was almost killed by a young woman hidden behind a black cloth mask
Sangkala suddenly jerked even though he had heard his opponent's voice earlier. It's really stupid not to be able to tell the difference between a male voice and a female voice. But... what she heard was a male voice. Not the smooth voice of a woman. Do these women have the knowledge to cheat votes?
"Unfortunately no one is alive," muttered Ki Gandara. "Sorry, I'm too sick of seeing their cruelty,"
Ranga said.
"It's okay. It's only right for them to die," said Ki Gandara.
Ki Gandara immediately ordered his students to bury the bodies. Despite their tired state, no one disputed the order. Soon the remaining Padepokan Pasir Batang students carried out the orders of their great teacher. Ki Gandara took Rangga to the pavilion, while Sangkala asked permission to treat his wound. Rangga's steps stopped in front of the main pavilion. Turned his body, immediately stared at the peak of Mount Balakambang. Ki Gandara also stopped and turned around. His eyes were also directed to the top of the mountain which was always shrouded in the thick fog.
"On that mountain, King Dewa Angkara built his palace," said Ki Gandara, half muttering.
"Has anyone been there?" asked Ranga. "No one has been able to reach it yet. It already exists
some warriors try to go there, but they always
died before reaching the destination."
"Hmmm..." He mumbled incoherently.
"King Dewa Angkara has people who are quite intelligent. The mountain is always heavily guarded. No one can return after trying to go there," explained Ki Gandara.
"I'll try to go there," said Rangga.
"It's better not. It's too dangerous for you," Ki Gandara tried to prevent.
"To eradicate an evil, you have to get to the roots, Ki. I can't just wait here, waiting for useless worms."
"I don't mean to belittle you. But you should think carefully about going there."
Ranga smiled slightly. Felt there is another tone insaid Ki Gandara. However, this old man feels responsible for the safety of all residents of Pasir Batang Village. Rangga can catch the meaning of those words. Indeed, at a time like this it was impossible for Rangga to leave Pasir Batang Village. Sometimes the people of Raja Dewa Angkara can destroy an entire village. When it will be, it is impossible to predict.
Slowly the legs of the Sacred Eagle Warrior swung towards the gate of the hermitage. He continued walking through the wide open door. His mind was filled with problems that were being faced by all the residents of Pasir Batang Village. Problems that are not easy to face just like that. Outside the hermitage, Rangga walked towards the village's main road. Padepokan Pasir Batang is indeed in the middle of the village. Not far from here, you can see the village head's house which is always guarded by some of the hermitage students. Rangga crawled the surrounding circumstances that looked deserted.
Suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of a shadow slipping between the houses and trees. As fast as lightning, that Sacred Eagle Warrior
jumped while exerting body light arts chasing that shadow. His eyes, which were as sharp as those of an eagle, could still see the shadow disappearing behind a house.
While dusk continues to creep farther and farther away. The surroundings were already dim. Night would soon be approaching. Rangga's body floated lightly to the roof of the house where the shadow had disappeared. So light that not the slightest sound could be heard when his feet landed on the roof of the house.
"Hm... he's headed to the diner," Rangga muttered to himself.
His eyes still had time to catch the image. Immediately he shot from the roof of one house to the roof of another house. So fast, that in an instant the Eagle Warrior was perched on the roof of the diner. While the shadow that was overtaken was still flashing towards Rangga who was hiding.
"Wratama..." Rangga muttered again to himself.
Even in the dark, however, the Sacred Eagle Warrior was perfectly able to recognize the shadow he had been following. That shadow is indeed Wratama's milk. His movements are quite light and fast. It seems that he has a fairly high body lightening skill.
Rangga is still perched on the roof even though Wratama has entered this diner. Rangga immediately deployed his 'Voice Picking' skill which was directed directly into the diner. This tavern seems to have been used as the only lodging house in Pasir Batang Village. What can Ranga hear?
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