Chapter 130: Tribe Shishirui

The creature shut its eyes for a moment and then turned to the other pillar, talking eagerly with seven tongues. "Ranbirshishirui, they seek for Black Flame. It seems we are about to witness an entertaining battle. It has been a while since I witnessed such. Long has gone the battle of Book-sword."

There was an unmistakable eagerness in the voice as if the creature was told some good news and couldn't wait to share it. The dull sense of repetitions created by the several mouths speaking the same thing at the same time was disturbing. But Han'ibal found out he understood every word. He could even sense the sharpness and eagerness that came with every word.

A while later, the other pillar transformed into a twin of the other one, but this one had ten heads with two horns on each. These two creatures were a different species that was neither human nor djinn or dordor. Their existence wasn't even known by the humans of this era. The first was named Dandirshishirui and the second was Ranbirshishirui.

The second creature, Ranbirshishirui, shook his head, "King Wilberforce, King Kuyurussa'ayi, King Amraikugyu, and the Triple Factor, all these were of the past, but they have left a great deal yet undone. There are viral youths, all of them vying to rule the world and depose Ururu. If I were to be asked for the best, I would choose Black Flame."

Dandirshishirui laughed gleefully. He said, "Ranbirshishirui, don't forget there are real masters of pol in the current era. There is Ikenga, son of Oduduwa, and the grandson of Bayajidda. There is Miki Abbas, the First Writer. There are also the other Jinzidal Kings. And there is that new lad, Armad Wilberforce, the heir of Eyrion Wilberforce. Moreover, there is our kin, our tribesman, Banzirshishirui. I hear he is now called Bihanzin, master of the perpetual damage. As for me, I would choose Bihanzin."

Ranbirshishirui drew in a deep breath and shook his heads, then said, "Well, whoever it is, things would soon change."

All the while, King Han'ibal, and his companions were listening to this discussion full of wisdom.

Ranbirshishirui turned his head back to King Han'ibal. He said, "It seems, Han'ibal, that you wish to prevent Black Flame from passing through this gate when she leaves the djinn realm."

Han'ibal gave a smile full of confidence. "That's right. I came here because I know this is the only way from the djinn realm to that of humans. If Black Flame stays in the djinn realm and doesn't come to meddle in our affairs, she won't be a concern to me. Otherwise, her parents would have to bear another child."

~Bayajidda Route

~The Battlefield

It took more than twenty seconds of battling between Bihanzin's perpetual damage and the representation of the graveyard sand of Daljari before the flying sword went out, and the image disappeared. But then the ground was torn. A large crater had appeared wherever the sword had passed. The place would forever remain like that, never to become whole again.

The battlefield regained some calm after some seconds and the darkness disappeared.

Daljari gave an order to his troops, "Attack!"

The attack from Bihanzin was like a declaration of war. He must retaliate.

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The chosen ten of the allied forces led a group of ten thousand men each and attacked. More than a hundred thousand men were still left in the allied forces.

On the other side of the battlefield, the groups of five thousand men from Bihanzin's army also attacked. The two sides clashed midway.

Daljari and his allies faced Bihanzin and his two commanders. Meanwhile, Bizaya and his team got ready to intercept the carriage and take Nostalgia.

Uznu Ururu stayed aside, observing. He was looking for Armad but somehow couldn't find him. He would have already gotten to Armad if the alliance had taken his advice, but the others chose to save King Han'ibal's family instead. He respected that, but that didn't change the fact it was foolish. Bihanzin's army was outnumbered four times, but Uznu still preferred the easy victory. Besides, Dandil had released Armad several hours ago, why hadn't Armad come to the battlefield already? Was he wounded too much? Something was fishy.

The war drum was beaten. There was no stopping it now.

As the two sides clashed, the clanging of metal dulled by the chaos was heard. Blood started flowing on the ground. The difference became clear within a short time. Daljari's men were getting the upper hand toward Bihanzin's men. Even if Bihanzin's men were to slay three men each from Daljari's army, they still wouldn't win.

When Damjinu saw that, he disappeared from where he stood and reappeared near the enemy. He drew his sword and pointed forward. The sword suddenly elongated and hit the nearest man. It pierced through him to the next person behind him. And the next. It became longer and faster the more it drew blood. Before long, it had skewered a hundred men.

The sword had grown to more than a kilometer's length.

Damjinu moved his hand and the sword retracted to its normal size, unstained. It would have been unbelievable for anyone who hadn't witnessed it firsthand.

The remaining men stopped on their tracts. Every one of them knew the master of that sword. Its name was FLOWER-DE-LISA. The sword of Bihanzin's first division commander, Damjinu Djinn. A very blunt sword, indeed. One could spend five years trying to cut vegetables with it for its lack of sharpness. But it had a peculiar pointy tip. It was believed that its pointed end could spear anything in the world, be it stone or metal. It drew the blood of anything it pierced, gaining energy and elongating in the process.

Without wasting time, Damjinu struck again and skewered another hundred or so men. The battle began to warm up. Blood was flooding all over the place.

The ten selected elites leading the alliance ignored Damjinu and attacked the ten men leading Bihanzin's army. The other men behind them went for the remaining.

Damjinu fought. But he was surrounded by the first batch of ten thousand people. Meanwhile, nine more such groups were edging their way towards the carriage.

After scattering the first group, Damjinu quickly went for the next group closest to the carriage.

Meanwhile, Deniz Bizaya led his group of six, unnoticed, towards the carriage. No one saw them because of the chaos. They used white beads and talismans to hide their pols. And using the cover of dust, they disappeared in the crowd and before long, they were almost upon the spot where the carriage was.

Bihanzin sensed their pols at that moment. He turned in haste to strike in their direction, but Daljari stepped in front of him, saying, "Don't you think you have to finish with us before going there? Don't forget that after me, there is Deniz, Dandil, and Uznu."

Bihanzin turned toward them in fury. The two men behind him, Nakata and Dinandul, drew their swords and faced the jinzidal Kings.

Bihanzin's eyes darkened with anger. He looked at Daljari and said, "I don't want to kill you, but I'll have no choice if you won't let me pass."

After saying that, his sword began to heat up with black smoke oozing out of it. Bihanzin grew two black wings. He flew towards the carriage before anyone could react.

Daljari produced a black hammer from his bag of holding. It wasn't big but seeing it could make one feverish instantly. He also called upon his earth Bend, causing the earth beneath his feet to detach and rise with him upwards, blocking Bihanzin's path.

One stood with eagle-like wings, the other stood suspended on a sand disc. A battle between jinzidal Kings was not to be taken lightly.