The Seven Gates of the Universe
The Emergence of the Red Rajawali
...THE SEVEN GATES OF THE UNIVERSE...
...Episode 2's...
“Wrakkk... Wrakkk.
As ki Jampalu and his students were immersed in their thoughts, suddenly a bird roared from above, followed by an echoing clatter, making the atmosphere somewhat gripping.
“Let's welcome our guest,” said ki Jampalu as he led his students out of the square towards the training ground. It turned out that there had gathered thirty more people who were wearing all-black clothes with embroidered images of the Palace surrounded by fire on their chests. May the people of the Valley of Hell Palace have arrived.
Immediately ki Jampalu and his students positioned themselves face to face with the people of the Valley of Hell Palace. Ki Jampalu circulated his gaze around the people in black clothes.
His heart trembled at the sight of several powerful figures who were on the side of the Hell Valley Palace. His surprise grew when he saw an old man with a golden scepter in the entourage.
The old man who used the golden-colored stick was the Swordsman of the Golden Stick and was none other than the younger brother of teacher Ki Jampalu himself. Or in other words his own uncle.
Anxiety clouded his feelings. How could he possibly face his own uncle. Not only had he violated the decency, which was definitely of the level of ability he was under his fellow-uncle.
“Is today indeed the destruction of the Silver Sword College??” his inner.
The students of the Silver Sword Academy did not feel what their teacher felt. None of them were unfamiliar with the Golden Stick Swordsman, as the old man had not once two visited them.
“Jampalu, you and your students should join us. Don't try to fight. Although you have many numbers, facing me alone is not necessarily capable.” The Golden Stick Swordsman opened the conversation. His speech was very soft and authoritative without seeming hostile.
“Salam salamku Uncle Jaya Prana,” scolded Ki Jampalu as he went forward one step to greet the Golden Stick Swordsman who was named Jaya Prana. While his disciples behind were perplexed in attitude. Some raised their hands in greeting sign, some bowed their heads. “Until now we will not surrender under the rule of the black people, uncle. Better we die,” he shouted loudly.
Suddenly Ki Jaya Prana's face turned red as she felt insinuated by the words of her nephew. The man darted towards the Silver Sword God giving a slap across the cheek. But Ki Jampalu does not want to take it for granted. His hands were stretched out welcoming the attack of Ki Jaya Prana. But the silat master was indeed no match for his uncle, his hands seemed to crumble when he repelled the old man's blow. His body is five steps. Her chest feels very tight.
Seeing what their teacher was going through, the students of the Silver Sword Academy were enraged. Without orders, about twenty people tried to attack Ki Jaya Prana. Ki Jaya Prana also does not want to serve. He simply flicked his hand towards the disciples who intended to attack him. But the consequences are not light. Some people were thrown by the wind that came out of the bus. Thankfully no one was killed. Only minor injuries and some fainting.
“Hard-headed You Jampalu. Do you want your students to die in vain? I told you to join for your good and the good of your students as well,” said Ki Jaya Prana who was furious that her heart was opposed.
“Krakh... Krakh..”.
Again the voice of a bird echoed, even this sound was quite vibrating the chest of anyone who heard it. At once the people who were there raised their heads. There was a large eagle wandering around in the sky.
Shortly afterwards we heard a scream. “Hell Valley Palace Master has arrived.”
People dressed in black at the place simultaneously kneeled, including Ki Jaya Prana, a powerful figure known as the Golden Stick Swordsman. While from the south, four people can be seen carrying an open stretcher on which sits someone in red clothes.
Incredible sight to behold, as if the man carrying the palanquin was walking on the wind. They quickly moved to where the people gathered. Sweetly the four landed their feet on the ground right in the middle of them without making a sound. This proves the four people who carried the stretcher had the science of lightening the body that was perfect.
The four men simultaneously lowered the palanquin on his grill down carefully and respectfully.
Afterwards, the person in red gave a gesture to stand up. From his appearance, the man was a very young man. The clothes he used were all bright red with embroidery images of the Valley of Hell Palace on the chest. His face was covered in an eagle-pattern mask. Only the lips look open. He was the Chairman of the Hell Valley Palace Society, who named himself “Rajawali Merah”.
“Kraakhh.”
The eagle that was flying above descended towards the person. The eagle is like knowing the wishes of his master. He was also perched on the right arm of the Red Eagles. Slowly the young man opened his eyes which had been tightly closed, then stood up from the stretcher chair while staring at ki Jampalu.
“You have a name for the Silver Sword God?” his reprimands were cold without the slightest bit of respect. He seemed to be very invisible to the magic figures in front of him. “It's time you decided, join the Valley of Hell Palace or you choose death,” he added coldly.
“I Jampalu, The God of the Sword of Silver will not submit to people who walk on a perverse path,” replied ki Jampalu loudly.
“Alright, now cut your throat and your students if you do choose death,” the command is cold without the slightest expression.
Of course this matter angered the Silver Sword Academy people. Already since then they held back patience for the arrogance of the master of the Hell Valley Palace. Without being prevented again, they simultaneously attacked towards the Red Eagles.
Not even they were able to touch the head of the association, they had been beaten by his guardian who was apparently not an ordinary bird.
The eagle shot towards the disciples of the Silver Sword Academy. The bird wags, clawing at anyone it wants. Not a few are thrown because of the flutter of the magic bird, because it does contain extraordinary inner energy.
Still lucky for those who were hit by the flutter of the bird, at most only a bone crumble because it hit the trees or hard objects that were there. Their lives are still safe. Unlike the case with those who are exposed to scratches or pecked beaks of the reddish-yellow animal. They would definitely instantly die instantly with blackened skin and festering wounds. Apparently the claws and beak of the eagle contain a ferocious poison.
Ki Jampalu was getting anxious to see the fury of the bird. His students are now only half who can survive. He also does not want to remain silent. He pulled out his flagship silver sword, then lunged towards the raging eagle. However, it would be surprised to see that the eagle is able to dodge every attack, even occasionally reply to attacks. While the master of the bird only let his pet fight against the Silver Sword God.
As great as the magic bird, unable to also compensate for the swordplay of the magic figure who has been poor for decades in the martial world with the nickname of the Silver Sword God. This time, the bird was only able to dodge the slashes of the sword ki Jampalu. The bird began to be overwhelmed. But at a very critical moment, when the slash of Kijampalu's sword almost hit the neck of the exhausted bird, suddenly from the direction of the Red Eagle slashed an object slashing his sword.
“Ukh,” screams Ki Jampalu.
The old man's body was pushed as far as two spears. His hand felt pained as if the bones of his arm were crushed. It was almost as if the sword in his grasp had slipped. How surprised ki Jampalu to see the sword of pride gompal at the end. In that part there are still pieces of dried leaves. Dumbness began to envelop him.
How not, the style of the silver sword that uses energy in full energy belonging to ki Jampalu is only topped with a throw of dry leaves. This shows that the deep power possessed by the Red Eagles of the Hell Valley Palace is difficult to measure its height. His teacher was unable to do so.
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