THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
PERSONAL ENVOY OF THE SULTAN

That night in a secret room, Parit Wulung, Karma Dipa, Djuanasuta and a prominent figure from the Satan Fire Party, a silat party led by the Sethat Tiger Rishis, were conducting important negotiations. This silat figure is the smartest student of the Tiger Seta who has inherited all the intelligence of the Resi. Her name is Rana Tikusila. He and a dozen other party members were deliberately asked to come to Banten by Parit Wulung to strengthen his position and keep everything unwanted. Like the Tigers of Seta, their faces were smudged. 

Ditch Wulung who sat at the head of the table immediately open the talk. "Brothers, this meeting is of great importance in connection with Keris Tumbal Wilayuda. Until now we still have not managed to find it, while the Sultan himself has no trace of it. Resi Singo Ireng and Resi Tiger Seta also did not have news. I hope..” 

Ditch Wulung suddenly stopped his words. He looked at a secret tool in the corner of the room. The device seemed to be moving. "Brothers get ready,” said Parit Wulung. “There was an uninvited guest apparently listening to this conversation we had over the attic!" 

And just after Parit Wulung finished saying that sentence, two loft boards opened and a body like a sling floated down. The sound of his two feet was completely unheard while exploring the floor. Rana Tikusila, Karma Dipa and Djuanasuta immediately withdraw the weapon. 

Ditch Wulung himself stood up from the chair and snapped. "Man or demon! Do you have a double life daring to come here?!" 

The uninvited guest let out a familiar whistling sound that signified that he was none other than the Trident of Death. "You are too insulting to me, Parit Wulung,” said to the Swordsman Trident of Death. He glanced slightly when he saw Rana Tikusila stepping before him with a transverse sword. 

"Seekly tell me what you mean by coming here!” tikusila said as he raised his right hand which held the sword. 

"I am Sultan Hasanuddin's personal envoy!". 

So surprised were all who were present in that place. From behind his clothes Swordsman Trident of Death took out a roll of paper and threw the right thing that fell down on the wine glass, in front of Parit Wulung. 

"Please read”, said Pendekar Trisula Maut. 

The Wulung trench cracked the jaw seeing this degrading demeanor but the roll of letter on top of the glass was taken and read it as well. 

“ Parit Wulung, I give you the opportunity to surrender with the other bald-huddled rebels tonight. Your rotten intent to occupy the throne of the kingdom of Banten was unjustly upon the bloodshed of so many people and soldiers of Banten, and so many innocent courtiers would be in vain., Keris Tumbal Wilayuda however you won't get. Two of your servant brushes, Resi Singo Ireng and Tiger Seta, have met their death. If you give up, the punishment that will be imposed is not so heavy. But if you defy, your head will be the reward, because however evil will not defeat the truth, evil will not defeat the truth. Remember, your time is only until tonight “ 

SULTAN HASANUDDIN 

Diving the face of Trench Wulung read the letter. But then came his laughing voice. Submitted the letter to Karma Dipa, Karma Dipa continued on to Djuanasuta and Djuanasuta continued again on Rana Tikusila. And the room was then broken by the laughing voice of the four men. Rangga himself was holding in his heart. 

"You're the Sultan's envoy who looks like a jungle man!" said Rana Tikusila, "I want to ask, your Sultan is relying on whether to dare to make a threat letter like this ?!" 

Rangga laughed in a fit of laughter. "You're insulting my friend!" said. "Let's look at the big glass on the wall there, you're looking like that crazier-like screwball is a lot worse than me! I guess if your parents weren't tigers then it must have been a possessed tiger!" 

"Sret,” removed a sword and quickly sent a deadly stab towards the chest of the Trident of Death. These stabs are some of the most formidable moves in the Devil's Fire Party swordsmanship and are called "arrow arrows through the moon". During the face of tough opponents, rarely are they able to avoid it. If successful then usually will not be able to avoid the follow-up style called "tense to grab the top of the mountain". 

But that day Rana Tikusila met the stone. The stab is not suspect only about the empty place because it was successfully tickled by the Trident of Death. Curious and also ashamed of his colleagues in the room then, Tikusila immediately followed with the style of "tense grabbing the top of the mountain". His sword flipped towards the opponent's waist. 

But the fate of this Fire Demon Party's men was even worse. With a speed that is difficult to see the eye, the Swordsman Trident of Death managed to hit the elbow joint of Ratusila. Mental sword into the air, Ratu himself roared in pain. And a moment later his sword was already in the hands of the Death Trident Swordsman. Mata Trench Wulung and two other people bought big. Rana Tikusila himself was deathly pale in face, splashing cold sweat on his forehead.

"I came here not to make a fuss but just deliver the letter of the Sultan of Banten. I'm asking for an answer right now are you willing to give up or not?!" 

Trench Wulung snatched the letter held by Rana Tikusila and tore it up. "This is our answer!" parit Wulung said as well, and threw a tearing letter to the face of Rangga Geblek. 

This young swordsman blew the rips of the letters until they were scattered on the floor. "Tomorrow morning do not expect you still entrenched in this palace” 

"Brothers, catch this one man!" Ditch Wulung give the order. 

The Trident of Death laughed. The sword in his right hand threw him into the huge lamp that illuminated the room. It immediately darkened the atmosphere and as fast as lightning Rangga jumped up the attic, disappearing in the darkness of the night. 

When morning comes, throw the entire population of Kotaraja. How not. In the front yard of the palace lined up hanging on the face ledge, fifteen humans were already corpses. The eyes are all whizzing, the tongue stretched out and on each forehead is imprinted a familiar sign that is the image of the trident. 

The fifteen humans who have met their deaths in this strange way are Rana Tikusila with twelve members of the Fire Satan Party, Djuanasuta and Karma Dipa, two rebel leaders from Pajajaran. 

On each of the fifteen necks of the corpse hung a piece of paper that read:  

“ To you have been given the condition of forgiveness to give up. But you deliberately chose such a death. You forget that evil will always be destroyed by right. To the soldiers and people of Banten who are still loyal to the Sultan, today is the day of freedom of Banten from the clutches of the rebels “ 

SULTAN HASANUDDIN

SERIATE......