All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 451
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The Slaying of the Dark Path Followers
Aji shook his head in quiet wonder, his gaze fixed upon the glossy black earth that stretched out before him. He could not begin to guess how many seasons would pass before this land might bear life again—if ever it would be fertile enough to sow crops or grow grass beneath the sun.“I must return,” he murmured to himself, his thoughts turning back to the academy and all those who relied on his protection.Once he was certain not a trace of poison remained within the Earth Dragon Sword’s dark blade, he pulled it free from the soil and slid it carefully into its scabbard, the metal whispering softly as it settled into place.Before setting off toward Ki Mangkubumi’s residence, Aji cast his eyes toward the village archway—and his jaw tightened at what he saw. Some twenty-five followers of the dark path were making their desperate bid for escape, streaming out of Kelor Arum with frantic haste. They had clearly realized their cause was lost, and now sought only to save their own skins by
The Decree of King Wanajaya
The cruelties enacted by command of Ki Mangkubumi were by no means without just cause. Three grievous transgressions had been plainly committed by those adherents of the Dark Sect—from desecrating the grand wedding feast that was meant to endure until the break of dawn, to plotting the assassination of King Wanajaya himself, and even slaying innocent townsfolk whose only fault was being in the wrong place at the wrong time.Had there existed a punishment more severe than death itself, Ki Mangkubumi would have wielded it without hesitation, for he sought not mere cessation of life, but to plunge the culprits into depths of suffering far beyond the quiet release of mortality.With a retinue of twenty elite guards flanking their steps, King Wanajaya and Lady Ratih emerged from the hall, shortly after Antasena had delivered word that the Dark Sect’s assault had been fully quelled.The sovereign of the Cakrabuana Kingdom gazed with piercing gravity upon the nearly three hundred bodies stre
The Journey Begins
In the wake of the savage assault waged by followers of the Dark Sect, King Wanajaya decreed that the grand tournament should be brought to an immediate close. To honor the brave competitors who had stood alongside the realm’s defenders in repelling the invaders, the sovereign of Cakrabuana bestowed upon every single participant the high honor of joining the ranks of the royal elite guard—a gesture of gratitude that spoke volumes of his respect for their courage in the face of darkness.For days on end, the students of the Dragon Blade Academy toiled alongside the surviving members of the guard, their hands calloused and their backs aching as they worked to mend the wounds inflicted upon their hallowed grounds. Splintered timber was replaced with fresh oak and teak; cracked stone walls were rebuilt with mortar mixed from ancient recipes; and scorched banners bearing the academy’s sigil of the coiled dragon were woven anew with threads of gold and crimson. And with solemn reverence, th
Who Is My Father?
In the aftermath of the brutal assault carried out by three Dark Path academies—an attack that claimed the lives of hundreds of innocents and warriors alike—Aji had sworn a solemn oath to hunt down and root out such institutions wherever they might fester in the realm. His resolve burned like a forge fire within him, tempered by the memory of the blood spilled and the families torn apart by darkness.Now, as he and Ratih traveled toward the sacred peaks of Mount Merapi, the path before him stretched wide with opportunity. From the intelligence he had gathered during his stay at the palace, there were said to be between five and seven such Dark Path academies scattered across the land—hidden strongholds where shadowy teachings were passed from master to student, and where the line between power and corruption often blurred beyond recognition.Yet Aji knew from hard-won experience that not all who walked the Dark Path were inherently evil. Some had been drawn to it by desperation, other
The Fortress in the Woods
Aji’s eyes, honed by years of training to pierce through even the deepest darkness, picked out the faint outlines of figures moving through the trees—roughly twelve meters from the clearing where he and Ratih had made their camp. Though the shadows draped the forest in heavy folds, he could make out at least five men, and possibly more hidden just beyond his line of sight. Three of them bore burdens slung over their shoulders—shapes that shifted and sagged in a way that suggested they carried living weight, though he could not yet be certain what, or who, they held. Two others walked beside them, their hands gripping the edges of large wooden crates that creaked with each step they took.“Hahaha! Tonight we shall feast like kings, my friends!”The cry rang out sharp and clear across the stillness of the forest night, cutting through the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. To be absolutely sure of what he faced, Aji channeled the ancient energy that flowed through his
The Rescue – Part I
Once inside the compound, the air was thick with shadow and silence, broken only by the soft crackle of small oil lamps hanging from wooden posts at intervals along the paths. Their warm, golden glow cast just enough light to guide Aji’s steps as he scanned every corner, his eyes sharp as flint as he searched for any sign of the three captive women he had seen brought through the gates.Thus far, he could not be certain whether the men who dwelt here were mere bandits or followers of the Dark Path. But from the heavy crates they had carried—likely filled with stolen goods—he guessed they were cut from the same cloth as the outlaws he had once run with in his youth. Still, he knew better than to make assumptions; even bandits could be connected to darker forces, and caution was his greatest ally in this place of hidden dangers.Aji moved with casual ease, his posture relaxed and his steps light as he walked the compound’s dirt paths. Several men passed him on their way to or from the l
The Rescue – Part II
“Just a moment—I will free you from these bonds,” Aji said softly, casting one last cautious glance toward the door before kneeling beside the girl. His fingers moved with deft precision, untying the coarse rope that bound her wrists and ankles—taking care not to pull too hard on the raw, chafed skin beneath.“Th-thank you, my lord,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and thin as if from hours of weeping. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of relief and lingering fear, remained fixed on his face as she struggled to sit upright.Aji nodded, his expression grave. “Hurry now—untie the other two. Do what you can to wake them. We have little time to waste.”With that, he rose to his feet and crossed to the door, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade as he peered through a small crack in the wood. He had barely begun to assess the situation outside when voices drifted through the darkness—rough, familiar, and drawing closer with every word.“Soon enough, we’ll have our turn with those g
The Rescue - Part III
After carefully lifting the young maiden from his embrace and setting her gently upon the earth, Aji guided her toward the shadowed refuge where his beloved wife, Ratih, lay concealed behind the massive trunk of an ancient tree. Ratih narrowed her eyes against the dimming light, peering through the foliage to discern the two figures drawing near her hiding place. A soft whisper escaped her lips, tinged with both hope and caution. "My lord?" The elegant woman stepped forth from her sanctuary once she had confirmed that the approaching figure was indeed her husband, accompanied by a girl whose youthful features spoke of innocence yet untarnished by the cruelties of the world. "Remain here with my Duchess," Aji commanded, his voice steady as he came to stand beside Ratih. "I must return to retrieve the other two maidens who remain captive within those walls." Ratih’s delicate fingers wrapped around the young girl’s hand, her gaze fixed upon her husband’s face. "How many of them were
Battle Within the Sect
Aji drew in a deep, steadying breath, holding it in his chest as the cool night air filled his lungs. For a heartbeat, all was still—then his eyes narrowed, focusing with the precision of a hawk upon the cluster of warriors below, each one marked in his mind as a target. His fingers flexed around the shards of glazed tile he held, counting them silently to match the number of foes he had chosen to disable first. Without a single sound to betray his presence, the fragments tore through the air at a speed that defied the naked eye. Each shard flew true, aimed with deadly accuracy at the throats and temples of the Dark Sect members who held the maidens captive. In an instant, the courtyard erupted into chaos—cries of agony and guttural shouts of death sliced through the night, echoing off the fortress walls as bodies crumpled to the earth, motionless and cold. Of the twenty tiles Aji had launched, eighteen found their mark perfectly. The remaining two had veered slightly as their targ
Suronoto’s Fear
Suronoto hissed through clenched teeth, his face twisted with frustration and disbelief. Time and again, his strikes had been turned aside with effortless ease—as if his opponent were merely dancing around a child’s playful swipes rather than facing the full force of a seasoned Sect Leader’s blade. With each missed attack, he felt the weight of a familiar dread settling over him, for the way this young warrior moved reminded him of his own master—the legendary teacher who had first forged him into a fighter decades ago.What baffled Suronoto most of all was how such profound skill could reside in one so youthful. Every feint, every thrust, every shift of his opponent’s stance spoke of centuries of accumulated wisdom—the kind gained only through countless battles fought across distant lands, through trials that would break lesser men. Aji seemed to anticipate each of his moves before Suronoto had even committed to them, his body flowing away from danger as if guided by some invisible h