ARYA MAHESA

ARYA MAHESA
Battle of Eastern Land VIII


The world was indeed very cruel.how could this happen, no one expected it.


Anjaran is not only a teacher but is like a substitute mother figure for him. What is attached to the current Rapatni, all thanks to the teaching instructions of Anjaran.


The sincerity and shortness of soul he held in his current state, all he got from this woman who was now dead at the tip of his sword.


Who can guess the future? Who would have thought that a person's heart that was so soft, could turn so cruel? All of this will never be found the answer. In reality, you are who you are when you take your last breath.


Anjaran died at the hands of Rapatni, his own disciple as a heretic swordsman. It won't change all that.


With one other hand, Rapatni tightly closed Nyai Anjaran's eyes. There was no fun let alone satisfaction when he managed to defeat that teacher.


Marendra gulped his own saliva. He was a little regretful of having said something exaggerated at the Meeting a while ago.


Right now, he saw how heavy the burden that the strongest female swordsman in the Eastern Mainland was.


However, on the other hand, it made his spirit that had once dimmed, back to sacrifice. 'I have to stay alive, at least to be able to apologize to her, in the future.' His inner.


"You will never conquer this Eastern Land. It's not just because you can't. But, that's because we'll never let it!"


Marendra with his new spirit, immediately scattered on the two Eldrnbar officials. Something that Rapatni showed made her inner energy seem full again. Right now, he felt that he could defeat these two musush at once.


Ki Lentoro who was also fighting with Ki Rangkas, also ignited. Now his body feels lighter. In fact, some wounds have been lodged in his body.


Rangkas suddenly felt difficulty, in contrast to Lentoro who was getting excited, Rangkas felt the opposite. Just a moment ago, he gave a glimpse of Sapujagad in the final stranglehold of the Crescent Sect from Marendra, now Nyai Anjaran has also lost.


Only he alone remained, yet it did not seem like it would last much longer either. Because, every exchange of moves that he did, Lentoro gradually outperformed him.


Equivalent to three dollars with what their leaders were excited about, the alliance forces were like getting the same fire.


Just a moment ago the Oldenbar guild appeared and started to destroy their defenses, now they instantly turned against. In the blink of an eye, the direction of the wind changed.


The group of black-flow sects, bit by bit began to be pushed back. If this goes on, it is not impossible that their enemies start to get cornered.


It does not give the enemy a chance to react more. The white flow sect alliance continued to urge.


The battles that occurred randomly now look a little neat. Because, at the same time the warriors of the black-flow sect group retreated simultaneously.


Rantoba and Darius were also involved in the mass movement, unconsciously Rantoba also felt desperate.


To Rantoba himself, this was quite strange. Just a moment ago, they felt they had the upper hand. Now it's just the opposite.


It shows how one small thing can trigger another small thing. And over time things gathered together, and began to grow. 


In this situation, the victory of the Rapatni over her teacher made the alliance of the white sect, already feeling one foot in the victory stage. And will step one more footing in the next level.


"You're off guard!"


Rantoba was surprised, and immediately realized from his daydream which was only a fraction of a second. But it's all too late. Darius' sword shot rapidly towards his stomach.


Luckily he had a reflex speed of movement. Being a little late, that sword could actually make his entire intestines unravel out.


Furious, Daga was really furious. He didn't expect it to be like this. Well, there's nothing wrong with the calculations. Because he had all considered very carefully.


The arrival of Oldenbar, should be able to make the alliance stronghold of the white-flow sect pressed further. But the truth is it only lasted a little while.


Now it is the enemy camp that makes his army desperate. He began to rethink his strategy. Luckily, Edward was nearby.


"Mr Edward. What say?!"


Of course Edward thought the same. His arrival could thus reverse the flow of battle as Daga had anticipated.


Even Edward was quite confident that his arrival would have a big impact that made his camp able to win this battle.


This was the first time for the Oldenbar guild to face a battle where their presence had no meaningful impact.


As long as he fought alongside this guild, how many battles had he gone through. Of course, it all ended in victory. However, looking at the current situation, for the first time Edward felt he would know what defeat was.


"Mr Daga. Just like you, I didn't expect this either. But, it's not over. We are still superior in number and strength to the swordsman. If we move now, everything will be fine."


Daga was silent for a moment and then turned to the combat medang. He saw Rantoba was injured though not severely. Some holy warriors fight in balance.


However, it is strange why they feel like they are retreating. No, if you look carefully, Daga is sure step by step, his troops are indeed retreating.


The fight was no longer centered on the middle of the valley, but it had already slightly entered their area. This is really bad.


Daga and Edward were still thinking and considering things, when Moro suddenly stood up.


"Ash ... "


Moro walked past Daga while patting his sister on the shoulder several times.


"Norga ... Desire is terrible, and so is experience. No one denies that ...."


Daga and Edward frowned. If Moro stood up, of course it meant that he would make a move soon. At that moment, both stood up.


Moro sharpened his eyes and looked at the battlefield


"Today, as the head of the Iron Sand sect, I will teach you and all our members an important lesson that, Strength is everything."


After Moro said that, he walked into the battlefield. However, suddenly the air around him was thinning. Daga and Edward, who follow in her footsteps, must use their inner strength to breathe properly.


Every step of the way, the murderous aura that Moro emitted grew bigger and bigger.


The black stream sect master who was at the back, suddenly felt claustrophobic.


"Move ... !"


Daga's orders startled his troops, as they turned around, their eyes. Directly wide. They saw Moro walking through the troops directly towards the alliance army.


The closer to the enemy, the greater the killer's aura. Until his own troops were forced to move far away in order to remain conscious.


Before long, the alliance army felt the same way. Moreover, for the expert warriors, the King to the holy oendekar, they immediately felt that terrible Aura.


Darius who was at the very bottom of the enemy's defense was the first to notice it. His heart instantly felt a stop when it sensed this extremely intimidating Aura.


"Resign ... ! Hurry ... ! Swordsman is dangerous!"


Darius felt that Moro was really dangerous. That panicked cry made everyone panic.


Of course Darius became panicked even that was not enough to describe what he was feeling right now. Because right now, Darius was afraid.


He had not expected to find such a powerful swordsman in this Mainland.


The swordsman who made his survival instincts shouted this danger sign, really was on a different level.


"A Swordsman who has touched the realm above the holy warrior. Earth's Land Swordsman."


Moro's power was so powerful that it was able to make the battle stop instantly.


Even the Alliance stronghold was step by step retreating. Some people start to feel dizzy because they feel depressed.


"Quick reverse. It's dangerous!"


The Sect Chiefs of the alliance directly ordered his troops to retreat. Not for fear of defeat, but they realized if they remained on the battlefield, then their troops would die in vain.


Marendra, Serabang, Lentoro, Rapatni, even Darius who immediately stood together, had to expend considerable energy in order to maintain their consciousness.


So were some other holy warriors who were behind him.


They gulped. Because they are well aware that by combining all their current strengths, they cannot necessarily defeat Moro. Moreover, there were still many other holy warriors behind him.


In the blink of an eye, the grasslands in Haru Valley became silent. No more fighting sounds.


All eyes from both camps, now only focused on one person. They did not blink even though they were surprised.


Even though it was her brother, Daga was still made to be shocked. It was not thought that Moro could finally penetrate the Earth Realm. In the history of the sect, it is certain that Moro is the strongest. Not wrong anymore.


Daga smiled with relief that Moro was with her at the moment. Victory is certain, even if what he fears happens.


And so did Edward. It was fortunate for him not to take the wrong side. Seeing how strong Moro is, in the future, Edward thinks to be able to work together and take advantage of his strength.


In that silence, Moro circulated a glance, and looked at the one-on-one alliance sect master who stood quite far in front of him.


All of the alliance sect heads, suddenly felt even more devastating pressure. Because Moro just pulled out his sword.


They realized that the sword in Moro's hand was no ordinary sword. It was an Earthly Weapon. Things have really changed.


The alliance fortress felt the destruction in the Eastern Mainland was already before their eyes.


"You can choose, to bow down to us, and I will kill you quickly. Or—"


Moro's words were cut off, because right then and there, he felt something from the sky was moving very quickly towards him.


When looking up, his eyes immediately widened. He turns around and catches Daga and Edward. With great inner strength, he jumped as far as possible.


Next second. Something very surprising happened.


"HOMANM ... !"


A large sword struck the spot where Moro had stood. So strong hit the sword, making a fairly wide basin as deep as five meters.


Not quite up there yet, three consecutive shouts from behind the sect heads of the white flow alliance, came back to shock them all.


"NAME ... !"


"NAME ... !"


"NAME ... !"