The Record of Orc Civilization

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Like a stone thrown onto the surface of a lake, Moku and the Bhayangkara Squads made a resounding impact as they clashed with the orderly ranks of the Terracotta Army.

Gajah Enggon wielded his spiked mace like the staff of Moses, cleaving through the enemy in front of him and creating openings for the other squad members to showcase their strength. He stood like an impenetrable iron wall, paying no heed to the hundreds of spears pointed his way, with his steel armor and hardened body.

His large and powerful physique, towering twice the height of an average human, served as a beacon of light amidst the sea of battle. It instilled confidence in the other squad members that victory was within reach as Gajah Enggon charged ahead, leading the pursuit.

With a confident smile and joy for the battle against their foes, Aji Pradabasu, armed with spear and shield, resembled a tiger among a flock of sheep. His spear moved swiftly and precisely, seizing every opportunity to strike the enemy.

He combined speed, strength, and resilience in combat, making him a formidable and difficult opponent to overcome. With each move, he controlled the battlefield with remarkable cunning and skill.

However, the true predator was not Aji Pradabasu but Bango Lumayang. Brandishing a longsword, Bango Lumayang danced through the battle like a fisherman spearing fish along the riverbank. With precision and speed that eluded even the inner eye, he snatched every prey that crossed his path.

Enhanced by his magical abilities, Bango Lumayang tipped the already imbalanced battle even further. His shield bore beautiful motifs, adding an air of elegance to every step he took.

Yet, the true terror resided in the elusive hands of the black shadow that weaved through the midst of the battle. Every passing shadow spelled doom, as the enemy's heads or limbs would be separated from their bodies.

This was Lembang Laut, dressed entirely in black, raging through the fight like a mighty wave crashing in a tempest. His trident emitted a bewildering aura of magic, confusing the enemy and bestowing deadly power. He blended seamlessly with the darkness, becoming indistinguishable to his foes. Every move Lembang Laut made was elegant and tactical, displaying a high level of skill in combat.

However, the true terror from the sea was brought forth by Riung Samudra. His shimmering blue armor invited time to feast upon his enemies. Yet, what they found was not a delightful meal but death at the tip of his elegant and enchanting curved sword.

Riung Samudra wielded his weapon with remarkable skill, swaying his sword in graceful movements on the battlefield. Whether out of sheer joy or to uplift his comrades, the enchanting sound of his sword resonated amidst the chaos of the fight.

If Riung Samudra represented the symbol of the sea, then the man wielding a large sword made of strong steel in his hand represented the symbol of the sky. The sword was adorned with beautiful engravings and symbols of courage. Every swing of Panji Saprang's sword surged forward like lightning splitting the sky.

The sound of thousands of bird chirps seemed to echo with each swing of Panji Saprang's sword as if thousands of lightning bolts danced across the sky in tune with the rhythm of his blade. He struck down his enemies and engulfed their bodies in flames, reducing them to ashes.

However, if beauty was what they sought, then the embodiment of that power rested in the hands of Kartika Sinumping. Being the only woman who embraced her femininity within the Bhayangkara Squad, did not make Kartika Sinumping any less formidable than her male squadmates.

Her bronze fan weapon, resembling an ornament of a gentle maiden, added a chilling effect to the battle. With elegant and graceful movements, Kartika Sinumping could manipulate the fan into a deadly weapon. Each sweep of her fan produced sharp gusts of wind, swiftly and precisely disabling her opponents.

In battle, Kartika Sinumping's movements were mesmerizing, showcasing her mastery and grace in martial arts. She evaded enemy attacks with astonishing speed and retaliated with lethal strikes.

However, true agility and nimbleness belonged to Panjang Sumprit. With his swift and precise movements, Panjang Sumprit launched sudden and startling attacks that caught his opponents off guard. Each thrust of his small dagger posed a serious threat to his enemies.

In the heat of battle, Panjang Sumprit became an elusive and nimble figure. He ran swiftly, crossing the battlefield with astonishing speed, evading enemy attacks and striking with unpredictable swiftness.

As Moku witnessed the Bhayangkara Squad, characters he had only read about in stories and books, wreak havoc on the Terracotta Army, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Overwhelmed by joy, he forgot to cast his mantras and instead enjoyed watching the gallant display of the Legendary Elite Squad from the realm of legends.

Moku did nothing; the entire battle unfolded beyond his expectations. Every member of the Bhayangkara Squad moved without the need for his command.

Indeed, Moku was no longer the leader of the Bhayangkara Squad. He even felt unworthy of leading this legendary squad. The true leader and battle orchestrator stood beside him, a handsome and gallant man.

With a long spear in his hand, Jayabaya orchestrated the flow of battle like a composer guiding the melodies in a classical music concert. Every time his spear pointed, a member of the squad would swiftly advance and wreak havoc upon the enemy.

The battle became increasingly one-sided, and the number of enemies no longer posed a disadvantage for them. Jayabaya was a true genius of war strategy. Utilizing the strengths and advantages of his squad members, he turned these fourteen individuals into the predators of their 8000 enemies.

Moku truly wished to sit back in a rocking chair with popcorn in hand, but a glance from Jayabaya halted his intentions. Scratching his head, Moku, who had no intention of fighting, reluctantly had to join the battle.

Although he was merely an illusion created by Moku's Vivid Dream mantra, Jayabaya could still be considered his ancestor. As a descendant, Moku dared not simply watch his grandfather engage in battle while he lazily ate popcorn.

Jayabaya gazed at Moku's back fading into the battle, sighed deeply, and shook his head. Moku never knew that when he disappeared, Jayabaya, whom he considered nothing more than an illusion formed by his Vivid Dream mantra, displayed such a human expression. He resembled an old person complaining about the laziness of the younger generation.

However, his face grew serious as a figure suddenly appeared beside him. The figure, dressed in all black like Lembang Laut, appeared slimmer and held a bow and arrow in hand. It was Gagak Bongol, the sharp-eyed member of the Bhayangkara Squad.

As if reporting something, Gagak Bongol approached Jayabaya's ear and whispered. Jayabaya simply nodded and looked towards the east. There was nothing happening there, but to the eyes of a strategist, he could see a small fire that needed to be extinguished immediately.

Jayabaya pointed in that direction with the tip of his spear, while Gagak Bongol, who had been standing beside him, disappeared without a trace. As Jayabaya issued the command, a roar echoed through the midst of the battle, signifying the joining of a wild beast into the fray.

Running with his four, a large man with a golden tiger mask on his face darted with agility. His sharp instincts and deadly attack speed made him a fearsome figure to his opponents on the battlefield.

Macan Liwung.

Armed only with a pair of sharp claws made of strong steel, Macan Liwung raged in the midst of battle, hunting down his enemies like a beast pouncing on its prey. His agility and unpredictable movements rendered his foes unable to anticipate his next attack. They could only end up torn apart by Macan Liwung's deadly strikes.

Soon, the small fire that could have become a major threat and changed the course of the battle was extinguished. Jayabaya nodded and refocused on what lay ahead.

He had no need to worry about his squad's vulnerable sides being breached by the enemy. Four mighty walls had protected their small unit, withstanding the onslaught of attacks from their 8000 foes.

Those four walls were Gajah Enggon, Lembu Pulung, Gajah Geneng, and the newly formed wall by Macan Liwung. With all the members of the squad in their respective positions, it was time for this battle to reach its conclusion.

Jayabaya stomped his spear into the ground, causing the world to tremble. He signaled that the next phase was about to begin, the phase where true slaughter would soon be unleashed.

A man in a flowing black robe, exuding an elegant aura and reflecting the magical power he possessed, started walking toward his position. It was the position that Gagak Bongol had discovered and Jayabaya had prepared. In his hand, he swung a magical staff that emitted powerful magical energy, moving in sync with his steps.

He was Risang Panjer.

Sturdy walls had been erected, and watchtowers stood tall. The next step was to deploy the largest cannon capable of annihilating the entire enemy force. And the biggest cannon within the Bhayangkara Squad was Risang Panjer.

As he lifted his staff, the air crackled, the sky darkened, and the earth trembled. The symbols and calligraphy on his robe gleamed brightly, subduing the world beneath his staff.

Moku stopped fighting and turned his gaze toward Risang Panjer. A broad smile graced his lips, for he was about to witness the magic that existed only in legends.