The Devil's Circle of Deception
Combined Black and White science attacks

Transo exhaled his black magic back, he plunged directly into Surau. Before heading there through a rice field that stretches wide. His gaze was fixed on a woman who was carrying a basket filled with cloth. Her face was radiant white, she was wearing a red veil fluttering beautifully in the wind.

“Who is that woman? I just saw him in this village” muttered Transo.

The woman was named Miftah, the son of Ustadz Ali who had just arrived after completing her high school studies. Because of hearing the precarious situation of the village, Ustadz Ali always advised not to go too far and have to go home before evening. But this time, Miftah's footsteps stopped seeing a man standing in front of her. Behind that grinning smile, Transo played a spell pellet for him to stare at himself like the most perfect man in the world.

But a slap landed on his cheek as Transo's hand began to touch Miftah's shoulder. Initially, Transo never got the treatment, especially the pellets that were aimed at his victims ran smoothly. Transo repeats the mantra, he blows three times to Miftah's face. The woman furiously showed a displeased facial expression until she hit him later and went running as fast as she could.

“Hei wait! Damn you!” transo chasing.

Panicking about the man, Miftah forgets the way home. He had only two days to arrive at the village, the distance to the river was far enough to make him stray. When he looked back, he saw the man who was bothering him getting closer. Miftah headed for another path until she dropped her basket.

“Where should I hide?” his mind while frightened.

“Hei sweet lady! Come to me! Ahahah!” shout Transo.

One of the residents who peeked out of the house saw Transo was chasing a woman. He headed straight for the siskamling post to seek help. Karjo suggested telling ustadz Ali to stop Transo's evil intentions in launching his black magic.

“Assalamualaikum, ustadz we saw Transo was chasing a hooded woman towards the ravine” said Eno.

“Ustadz, this cannot be allowed. Surely aka tone the next victim, the lives of villagers threatened and full of interference. Please us us ustadz” said another resident.

“Quiet everyone, let's now head to the ravine” said ustadz Ali.

Along the way the ustadz continued to say’a if the hooded woman that Eno meant earlier was Miftah. Arriving at the edge of the ravine, a basket of baskets filled with clothes fell on the ground. Ustadz Ali was very surprised, without saying a warning to the residents directly down to the bottom of the ravine while dhikr in the heart.

“Ustadz, wait for us!” karjo shouted distress down because his left sandal was stuck in the tree root.

“Miftah!” call ustadz Ali.

He accelerated his way to the giant tree, where there was already Miftah tied to the tree with a veil that had been removed and a face filled with tears. He wanted to scream for help from his father. However, when Ustadz Ali walked up to the block by the followers of Transo.

Their eyes lit up, bodies suddenly jet-black giving off long canine teeth. The residents who took part in the plunge witnessed the terrible thing with hysterical cries. There were seven Transo followers and Transo figures standing beside Miftah while rubbing her hair. Ustadz Ali facing the Qibla recites the surah of Yassin.

The sound of pain of Transo's followers closing their ears, Transo who did not want to be defeated read a spell and then poured his keris into the ground and threw it into the ustadz. Unexpectedly, the object flew in a reverse direction piercing his right arm.

“Arghh!” transo's voice whimper in pain.

The connection of the surah verse of the chair to the prayer mat that is coiled around the neck of Ustadz Ali he threw to one of the Transo followers. The human figure that was already possessed by the demon and the demon was charred burning out maggots from its mouth. The next blow was delivered to the other followers. Seven followers have been successfully paralyzed by Ustadz Ali. Now that his power has been drained, all that remains is Transo slashing Miftah's wrist and then smearing the blood into his keris.

“Ahahahh!” transo's carefree laughter was full of happiness seeing the woman in pain.

Wijaya saw the horrific scene from the other side of the tree, only a few of the residents were aware of its presence. Sen who accompanied him kept a little further away from the crowd. Wijaya cast a spell asking for help summoning the figure of a black hard demon demon to finish off Transo.

Wijaya black magic and white science ustadz Ali flew back his prayer mat and prayer beads. Two dark and light forces are fighting the demon lord the black magic lord of the giant tree. A strong wind rolled up, a thunderous sound without raindrops and the roar of power slammed both of them. Wijaya as much as possible returned to say the mantra.

The eyes of the half-demon doctor figure were until it spun upwards. He resisted the magic of Transo and continued to help ustadz Ali to stand firm against the king of black magic that he hated so much. Drips of blood came out from his nose, Sen noticed the signs of strangeness on Wijaya. He ran up to him but Wijaya moved to code him to stay away so as not to be exposed to black magic that he was issuing.

Although he was fighting the demon king, on the other hand Vijaya felt hot like being doused by embers because he listened to the lafazh chant of the holy verse of the Al’quran from Ustadz Ali. Wijaya keeps him from trying to keep attacking Transo, he continues to cast soul-melting spells because only in that way can annihilate Transo.

“I still admit that there is no higher science above white science. Although it must be my soul that melts into dust with the demon ape demon then I never regretted it. May my revenge be avenged” murmured Wijaya.

Having been unable to bear the pain, Transo changed his body into his eighth follower who he intentionally brackets in one of the trees as a backup tool for the soul. He quickly disappeared. The body of the eighth follower exploded releasing all limbs splattering blood on the people around him.

“Arghh!” people shouted to the surface.

Wijaya fell unconscious, all over his charred body in between his nearly severed breath. Sen ran to take her to the car. He drove the vehicle to the hospital.

“Master please stay put! Master do you still hear me?” sen said in panic.

Wijaya's tears of blood flowed profusely, he let out an occasional Ape-like sound as his face changed to the figure of a black ape staring at him. Sen was reluctant to pay attention to the vision, he opened the car window wide hoping for the fishy aroma and burnt charred burnt in Wijaya's skin to dry in the wind.