THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 122

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. Only you can do it."

"Damn it! Shut your mouth!" shout Faakhir while throwing a bucket of Gandh* at Jihan.

Gandh* is a new weapon made by Kumari Kandam in the past, in the form of a mixture of salt and holy water. Salt is known to weaken the half-leech Gaana, and holy water has been used to drive out demons for hundreds of years. The reaction that would have arisen if Gandh had hit Gaana's body was a pain that slowly turned into a burning sensation.

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. You're the only one who bi-" Jihan kept quiet for quite a while after pausing her own words.

"Hey, you're fine sa–"

Jihan rubbed her face. "Did you just curse me?"

"Huh, thank goodness." Spontaneous Faakhir whipped to embrace Jihan.

"There's a voice inside here." Jihan pointed at her own head. "I swear."

"Yes. Now I believe. What did that voice say?"

"Revoking the dead. This must be the old fucker, "Jihan replied as he moved on. "We have to do something."

"can't. It's so fucked up outside. For a while we had to hide. Let's quickly go to the basement."

Jihan let go of Faakhir's hand. "Hey, at least if you don't have a brain then use that muscle." 

"What?"

Jihan looked at the group of undead that were passing outside the house. "Which other dead man will the old man raise? I can't remember the other voices."

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. Only you can do it. You've said that ten million times to the point of making me mentally disturbed."

"Revive the last. Awaken the strongest." Jihan looked out of the house again. "That means they are not the last and there are stronger ones. But who?"

"Tribe of the wanderer."

Jihan turned around and looked at her lover.

"Did not the wandering tribe who died in Baadal* be buried outside the sacred portal?" firdoos.

Baadal* is one of the sacred lakes in Kumari Kandam. It is said that Baadal was guarded by a giant fish named Ghinauna. Those who soak in Baadal will be purified from the rest of human filth, the rest of the food and drink, or the poison that settles in the body. But Ghinauna is known to be unfriendly, so very few people can soak there.

"You, right. If it speaks the last and the strongest, then only the nomadic tribe remains."

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While Jihan manages to break free from the snares of Vakr*'s long-term effects, Makshi, a kind-hearted girl from Lagaam and six others are now carrying out Sanjeev's second command. As Faakhir said, the order was to raise up the wandering tribe who had died one day after desperately purifying themselves in Baadal. 

Vakr* is a herb that can make a person's inner eyes open. It is known recently if it turns out that Vakr has short-term as well as long-term effects. The short-term effect is to open the inner eye, and the long-term effect is to be sensitive to the mantra.

Different from humans. The wandering tribes are more special. They will not only be silent like the undead but behave naturally like reborn. And not only the nomadic tribes, the owners of sacred powers such as Mausam* and Jyostishee* such as Princess Gaurika Chander, Ejlaal Awlya and Firdoos Shyamali were included in the special category. 

Mausam* is a weather and season controller.

Jyostishee*a future fortune teller who comes from Narak region.

They can communicate, eat, drink, sleep, and of course make love. One thing will be different after they are born again, if the time comes for their Lord to call, there is no final resting place reserved for them, be it in hell or paradise. And they have only one purpose in life - to obey the orders of Sanjeev Rajak.

It is time for Sanjeev's backup plan to be realized. Sanjeev dolls have arrived at one of the former places of residence of the wandering tribe which is used as a funeral for the wandering tribe who died in Baadal. They continued muttering Sanjeev's second command, and hurriedly pressed his hands against the ground while casting spells.

It took quite a long time for the latter and the strongest to rise. But when the forbidden spell was cast for the fourth time, they finally rose from their graves. While Sanjeev's puppets lay dying, the wandering tribe felt an overwhelming force. They really are like being reborn.

"What's this?"

"We rise." Another tribe of nomads chimed in on his companion.

"It's amazing."

"What is God's mercy?"

"Oh come on, don't take him."

"This is an opportunity."

"really. More precisely the golden opportunity."

"For revenge."

"Let's shred the damn fish."

"Don't call him our leader. He is no different than Daxraj Natesh. Fucking leader."

"Absolutely. They're just a bunch of fucking people. I can't even forget Daxraj Natesh's cold stare when I watch us being thrown to shit."

"Forget that. Now we're free. Let's have fun."

"And serve the Lord who has given us this golden opportunity."

The ground that was filled with the remaining blood and tears trembled. Vibrating not because Balaavan* and Bhookamp* are playing chases but because of the foot of the wandering tribe who rose from the grave. The Kumari Kandam emergency bell was immediately sounded, as was Aswin, the War Commanders and combat troops from seven continents who immediately made a new barricade.

Balavaan*one of three supernatural creatures pet Daxraj Natesh who shaped a giant lion.

Bhookamp*one of three supernatural creatures pet Daxraj Natesh who shaped a giant elephant.

Aswin turned his head outside the protector, then pointed his glare at Sanjeev who was currently widened. "He's really crazy."

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It remained only long until the nomads broke through the Aswin barricades and the Kumari Kandam fighting force and seven continents. Aswin was hesitant to attack because the one before him at this moment was still not clear on his status. The enemy? Or reinforcements? So did Bheim and the seven kings who were as noble as Aswin. Until Haala who could not stand just languishing in the basement came out of hiding and contributed a proposal.

"Why did you come out?"

"Whatever I may be, I may still have the insignia of the Commander of the War Kumari Kandam, and again, I would rather hear the tambourine of war than the sobs of the queens, Your Majesty," Haala replied to Braheim. "Rather than that, did you see Vinder?"

"Last time I saw him in the bell tower."

"Maybe now he's inside the sacred portal." King Arshaq turned to Haala. "Queen, can't you open the sacred portal?"

Haala shakes. "Only Vinder has power over it, Your Majesty."

"What if I ask Jyostishee? I mean Ejlaal Awlya? Can't he see the future only from footprints?"

"I agree, King Braheim. We better see him soon." King Lagaam chimed King Padachihn.

"Hamba has already met Ejlaal. He's not conscious. I also went to see Princess Gaurika. He said Jyostishee can't read the dead. But it's still possible if it's Ejlaal."

"From the beginning we did not believe in the dead who rose from the grave. If that's the case, wouldn't it be pointless to hesitate?"

"So soon put down the command to attack, King Braheim."

Bheim nodded in response to King Jvaala and King Shushk. "I have no doubt because my confidence is shaky, but on the safety of our combat troops. A comparable opponent to them was only a human, not a demon."

"We have no choice, King Braheim" said King Hathelee.

Bheim sighed, and finally returned Aswin's gaze. "Follow your sword."

Spontaneous King Garjan shouted, as well as the other six kings. "Thank you for your swords."

The tambur was sprinkled, the bells re-rang, and the sign of the outbreak of war was shot into the skies of Kumari Kandam which was shrouded in black clouds. Kumari Kandam War Commander Deputy Aswin Nadeem, along with his fellow comrades compactly wearing headgear, eight-continent combat troops also compactly turn horses. And war broke out, when eight swords flew. But a sacred portal suddenly appeared right between the armored troops and the black-clothed troops.

"Am I not the main character? How dare you start without me? Not very impatient."

The screams of the stallions, along with the clattering of retreating legs, welcomed the presence of the war's main character, Devraaj Narvinder. Vinder stared at his tribe one by one, then turned to stare at the undead army outside the protector, and finally looked at the fake Daxraj Natesh who was now on his way to approach him. Sanjeev showed off his haughty look, as did Vinder. Now the two are facing each other.

"It looks like Lord Krpaya took too much of Goan Feni* when he created you."

Goan Feni* is an alcoholic beverage produced only in Goa, India. Goan Feni is made from coconut sap or cashew apples and the alcohol content in each bottle reaches 43-45%.

"Hey, this kind of look depends on your love skills" Vinder replied to Sanjeev.

Spontan Sanjeev. "Your sense of humor is good too."

"Stop making her face look even more ridiculous. Instead of that, let's make peace."

"What's? Did you just ask for my mercy? Apparently you can only make these bubbles." Sanjeev pointed at the protector while continuing to make Daxraj Natesh look ridiculous.

"That's not what I meant. I just don't have to have any heart for their families." Vinder points to the undead army.

"So you want to make peace because you don't have the heart of their families and not because you're afraid of me?"

"What to fear from a flea?"

"What?"

Vinder suddenly pointed at Braheim. "He's the sun." Vinder pointed at Sanjeev. "You're a flea." Vinder pointed to himself. "And me, catastrophe."