All Chapters of The Sword Of The Fire Dragon: Chapter 611
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Bad News from Indrajaya
Rengga ruled the hall like a king upon a blood-soaked stage. Every motion of his body carried dominance; every breath was an unspoken declaration that he was the master of this battle. He knew exactly how to break his opponent—not merely through strength, but by crushing the man’s spirit until despair was the only thing left breathing inside him.“How do you expect to kill me,” Rengga taunted, his tone sharp as his strikes, “when your skill is not even greater than that of a woman?”The word woman wasn’t meant as scorn—it was a deliberate reminder. He spoke of Ratnasari, Arya’s wife, the only woman in the martial world known to have reached the early Earth Warrior stage.The elder’s face burned with humiliation. His teeth clenched so tightly that veins bulged along his neck. Yet, what could he do? He couldn’t even touch his opponent, let alone wound him. To land a single strike on Rengga felt as impossible as finding a diamond at the bottom of a river of mud.“Damn you!” the old man s
Failure
King Wirabhumi, Rengga, and Indrajaya could hardly believe what they had just heard from Arya, the youngest son of King Dharmalaksana.“You mustn’t act recklessly,” Rengga warned, his tone filled with urgency. “That place is swarming with masters of the highest martial realms!”Indrajaya quickly added, “He’s right, Prince. Even if we intend to rescue Wiguna, we’ll need a meticulous plan first.”He walked over to a long wooden table, taking a piece of dried parchment and a quill before sitting back down. With sharp precision, he began sketching the layout of the Hell Sword Sect. His eyes would occasionally close as he strained to recall every detail of that dreadful place.“The sect is surrounded by tall, thick walls,” he explained, circling several points on the parchment. “There are watchtowers stationed on these positions—each constantly guarded.”Then his quill moved to the far end of the map. “The prison is located here, at the very rear. It’s the most heavily guarded area of the
The Order to Sweep
A long, weary sigh escaped Sastra Wijaya’s lips as the sound of the closing door faded, leaving his private chamber enveloped once more in silence.“Have my ambitions led me into this endless web of trouble?” he murmured softly, his eyes distant and heavy with thought.Indeed, ever since his fateful meeting with Sukracarya, Sastra Wijaya’s life had been burdened by the weight of regret and suspicion. He recalled that day, more than a decade ago, when he had secluded himself in a cavern to perfect his Eternal Youth Technique. In the midst of his meditation, the air had shimmered—and from the shadows emerged Sukracarya, whose very presence felt like a living curse upon the world.The enigmatic sage had offered him something no mortal could easily refuse—power and influence, on the condition that Sastra Wijaya lend his strength to Prince Kalasekti’s quest for dominion over the mortal realm.As a master of the dark path, Sastra Wijaya had always sought strength, but never rule. He had no
The Mad Bamboo
Like a nest of hornets stirred by a careless hand, Brojonoto’s grumbling refused to cease even after he slammed the door of his private chamber shut behind him. His round face flushed with anger as he paced the room like a caged beast.“How could the Leader send Sukraya to lead the search?” he muttered, his voice rising with every word. “A weakling like him doesn’t deserve such an order! It should have been me!”For a moment, his furious expression melted into something more sinister—a grin of malice that slowly curved his lips. A wicked glint shimmered in his moss-green eyes.“Very well, Sukraya,” he hissed under his breath. “Enjoy your little mission while it lasts. Let’s see how long you can stand before I pull the ground from under your feet.”With that thought festering in his mind, Brojonoto adjusted his robe, brushed back his greasy green hair, and marched out of his room, his mind already weaving a plan.---Meanwhile, at the front gate of the Hellfire Sword Sect, two guards s
Sudden Assault
Brojonoto let out a sharp, irritated snort as he stormed out of the Hellblade Sect compound, his steps echoing with restrained fury.Inside the grand chamber of the sect, Sastra Wijaya — the leader of Hellblade — had just risen from his seat. A rare, genuine smile lit up his face as he saw an old figure enter: his senior brother from long ago. Without hesitation, Sastra stepped forward and embraced him warmly.This man was not just another sect brother to him — Pandu had been his savior, his mentor, and the only family he’d ever known.Years ago, before the Hellblade Sect even existed, both of them had belonged to the Jagat Demon Sect, a dark martial order that was later annihilated by a warrior of the righteous path. In those days, Sastra Wijaya was a frail, bullied disciple. But Pandu had always stood up for him — often fighting other disciples to protect the young boy who had no one.The truth was, Pandu had seen a reflection of himself in Sastra Wijaya. Both were orphans abandoned
Sastra Wijaya’s Suspicion I
A day had passed.Brojonoto sat alone in his dimly lit chamber, lost in deep thought. His mind was still restless after leaving the Sect two nights ago to ambush Sukraya’s group. Though two days had gone by without any sign of discovery, he could not rest easy. His biggest fear was that once Sukraya’s men returned and reported the ambush to Sastra Wijaya, the leader of the Hellfire Sword Sect might launch an investigation.He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to shake away the unease gnawing inside him. The faint flicker of the oil lamp cast a wavering shadow on the wall, making the room feel smaller than it was.Just as he tried to calm his breathing, a sudden knock on the door startled him.Brojonoto’s heart almost leapt out of his chest. For a long moment, he froze, gripping the armrest of his chair tightly as if holding onto life itself.He drew a deep breath—then another—forcing air through his lungs to steady his pounding heart. Only after several long seconds did he rise
Sastra Wijaya's Suspicion II
Songgogeni’s eyes widened in delight. “Elder Pandu Dewanata! I thought I’d never see you again!” The old man rose at once and clasped Songgogeni’s hands. “And your hair is even redder than before, Songgogeni. Have you been bathing in blood or fire?” he teased warmly. Songgogeni laughed. “You haven’t changed, Elder. Always the jester.” “Didn’t I tell you months ago that someone extraordinary would come to aid us?” Sastra Wijaya interjected with a faint smile. “Forgive me, Master,” Songgogeni replied. “I never imagined that ‘someone extraordinary’ would be Elder Pandu Dewanata himself.” “Enough of your flattery,” Pandu said, waving his hand. “Sit down, both of you. Sastra has an announcement for us all.” They obeyed, Songgogeni taking his seat a few paces from the front. Brojonoto lowered his head further, daring only to glance once or twice toward Sukraya. Sastra Wijaya’s gaze sharpened again. “Before I make my announcement, I want to hear from Songgogeni and Sukraya regarding t
Five Young Men
Sastra Wijaya listened intently to the words of the two men before him. As masters of espionage and reconnaissance, Wisnu and Songgogeni were not people whose analyses could be taken lightly. He knew full well that both of them would try to defend themselves against any accusation regarding the recent assault, yet deep down, Sastra found their reasoning sound and undeniably logical.“Back in the main hall,” Sastra began, his brows furrowed, “I suspected that the assailant must have possessed the element of fire. Among all the warriors gathered there, several indeed have an affinity for it. However, I still find it hard to believe that one of our own from the Dark Faction would commit such an act. Why would those who share the same path turn their blades upon one another?”“Can’t you use your divination ability, Grandfather?” asked Wisnu carefully.“I already tried,” Sastra replied, shaking his head. “But all I saw was darkness. My sight was clouded, as if something—someone—was deliber
The Demon Army
“Do not be afraid,” the voice of Prince Kalasekti thundered across the molten pit—a vast crater carved by the fury of a volcano. “You are not here to die. If you wish to live, then be silent and obey my command!”His voice rolled through the infernal cavern like the growl of a thousand storms, and the five young men before him froze in place, their trembling bodies illuminated by the crimson light of the lava lake.At that same moment, far away atop the Hellblade Sect, Sukracarya appeared within the private chamber of Sastra Wijaya, the sect’s cold and calculating master. The faint ripple of dark energy accompanied his arrival, a reminder of the demonic power that obeyed no mortal law.The two men stood face to face in that dimly lit room, the air heavy with tension and the scent of burning incense.“The Prince has sent me with a message,” Sukracarya said, his voice low and resonant, like an echo from another world. “His resurrection is near. He commands that all of you prepare yourse
The Five Demon Generals
As the murmur of conversation filled the camp, Indrajaya stepped out from his tent. The man, whose hair had long turned silver with age, walked steadily toward the fire where Arya and the others were gathered. The faint crackle of burning wood flickered across his face, revealing the exhaustion and pain that had long settled in his eyes.“I thought you were going to rest, Uncle?” Arya asked, his tone calm yet filled with concern as he turned his gaze toward the elder.Indrajaya did not answer right away. Instead, he slowly sat beside Rengga, who was crouched close to the flames, hugging his knees.“My eyes refuse to close, Prince,” Indrajaya finally said in a low, weary voice. “The faces of my wife and child keep haunting me. No matter how hard I try, they won’t fade away.” His breath trembled as he exhaled, the weight of sorrow pressing upon his chest. “I still cannot understand… why those who claim to follow the path of light could commit such cruelty toward my family.”Arya looked