Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 181 Pradipa Attacks
Midnight is past. The atmosphere of the forest around the Swargabhumi group camp seemed quiet and faintly heard the chattering of the soldiers who were standing guard while holding back sleepiness.
The Swargadwipa warriors under Pradipa had spread to various corners around the vast encampment inhabited by one million and five hundred thousand Swargabhumi troops. The Swargadwipa warriors were waiting for a sign from Pradipa and seven warriors who followed him who would attack the tent of Mahapatih Hamapadayana before they moved according to their respective duties.
As expected, the vigilance of the troop of soldiers has been increased. Soldiers on duty to guard the night increasingly more. Pradipa only rely on one strategy to infiltrate.
In the group of warriors led by Pradipa, there were at least ten warriors who came from the Holy Spirit college. It is the only white school in Swargadwipa that has the unseen class of black warriors. The difference is, the Holy Spirit college has a vision and mission that is in line with other white schools. They also did not use poison weapons in combat, and they were not half-demonic, so they still gained the trust of white warriors. In fact, the warriors of the White Spirit are often asked for help to expel the spirit, treat or fortify someone who is sick due to exposure to witchcraft, and many things are supernatural.
The ten Sacred Spirit warriors who were members of the Pradipa team also had the skill to make people fall asleep through the spells they read. It is also called the science of Sirep. Pradipa just hope, the sirep antidote spell installed by the Swargabhumi warrior troupe can be penetrated by the sirep spell of the warriors of the Holy Spirit. If what he expected did not happen, then, then it is likely that his efforts will fail considering that he and the warriors he leads are only small ants in the eyes of Hamapadayana supported by thousands of magic warriors from the western region and one million and five hundred thousands of support forces.
The ten warriors of the Holy Spirit spread out in various directions, then became the first in action to recite the best sirep spell they had. The sirep spell was very strong and even made Pradipa and other warriors who were lurking feel drowsiness in their eye fertilizers. But they will not sleep, because they are not the main target of the spell.
All Swargabhumi soldiers were asleep. Only a few magic warriors are still awake and and trying as hard as possible not to sleep. Feeling anxious because they are aware of the sirep spell that attacks all Swargabhumi soldiers. However, the warriors who were still awake were also unable to wake the soldiers who were asleep like the dead. They just stand by and wait for what will come to attack.
Pradipa followed by seven warriors who classed himself flying into space. They went straight to the big tent which was inhabited by Mahapatih Hamapadayana and the important people in the group. From above, Pradipa swung the heirloom of the Eastern Star. The heirloom was emitting a powerful surge of energy leading to the tent of Mahapatih Hamapadayana. A few guard warriors who had been wary immediately resisted the attack with the deep wave of power they had.
Instantly the two energy booms caused an explosion and a thunderous sound that shocked everyone who was sound asleep due to the sirep spell. Half-conscious as he was still asleep, everyone provoked his attention to rush towards Pradipa and the seven swordsmen who accompanied him.
Pradipa attacked blindly. With his magic heirloom, he made his opponents bothered enough to dodge the dangerous attack. In one stroke, the dozens of ordinary soldiers who were swarming around him instantly split apart and perished instantly. It became quite a terrifying sight, especially for the lowly soldiers.
The action carried out by Pradipa and his colleagues was not only a spectacle of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of soldiers who jostled, but also Mahapatih Hamapadayana who interrupted his rest.
When all the attention was focused on the tent area of Mahapatih Hamapadayana, Swargadwipa warriors waiting for the action of Pradipa and his colleagues then began to move quickly. They set fire to chariots that became warehouses, foodstuffs, damaged stone-throwing carts, killed hundreds of elephants and warhorses, and slaughtered as many soldiers as they could find.
The action they did in an instant became a new concern, especially when the fire was burning at various points, which also spread to the tents of the soldiers who made the atmosphere of early morning sound boisterous and gripping. Fewer than a hundred Swargadwipa warriors at night had managed to create such a shock and chaos that it was to the detriment of Swargabhumi.
Pradipa actually told his men to leave the camp as soon as they finished their respective missions. But only a few who obeyed Pradipa's orders, while others prefer to fight to the death considering Pradipa and his seven colleagues were willing to sacrifice their lives for the success of the mission from a surprise attack in the early hours of that day.
Pradipa continued to swing his weapon, slashing at whatever was in front of him. He doesn't care about anything anymore. Several blows or sword slashes occasionally landed on his body. Pradipa's body had been soaked by blood. Several fellow warriors who accompanied him began to fall one after another.
Without the slightest hesitation and fear, Pradipa continued to move. Sometimes he dodged the opponent's attack, but he quickly retaliated. Pradipa chose to always be in the siege of the opponent. That way he can kill as many opponents as possible with his dangerous sabetage. Meanwhile, his opponents will be confused to attack with the maximum because if they attack Pradipa with high energy and if Pradipa managed to dodge, he said, then the attack will actually hit other Swargabhumi people who surrounded the handsome warrior.
Only, Pradipa is not someone who has eternal power. No matter how much he fought in the early hours of the day, his strength would run out as well. His blood had already gushed a lot, and his movements had slowed down. Occasionally he fell, but his spirit seemed to make his body unwilling to give up with pain, with the attacks of opponents who began to bertubi landed on his body.
‘This is the end of my adventure? I won't regret it. I never regretted this death.’ Batin Pradipa's. His eyes are getting blurry. The other swordsman's comrades had died before him. And when Pradipa looked helpless, no one from Swargabhumi's side was willing to deal a blow to end his life. Not because they were pitying, but they were worried that Pradipa still had a little strength to swing his sword. They were just waiting for Pradipa who collapsed slowly. His sword vanished like it was swallowed by the earth.