Ice Island Palace Chapter 30

And soaked, then the still-living body was placed into a large cauldron to be boiled together with the white metal!

A terrifying method, but in reality, after absorbing the human body's essence and being exposed to the blood of these children, the white metal could be softened by fire and shaped! Approximately three months later, early one morning, Mutiara Hitam and her husband were startled by the sound of clashing weapons creating a very loud, ringing hum. They quickly leaped out towards the pair of caves, and what did they see? Mahendra and Nila Dewi were fighting desperately, using two swords that emitted light like flashing lightning strikes. Even from afar, Mutiara Hitam and her husband, who were highly experienced, sensed the vibration of miraculous power emanating from the swords' light. Two swords of exquisite craftsmanship, exactly like the example Mutiara Hitam had drawn on the ground three months ago, only the sword in Mahendra's hand was slightly smaller.

"Aihhh.... why are you doing this? Don't fight....!"

Mutiara Hitam cried out and leaped forward to separate them, but suddenly the lightning-like sword light flashed towards her with extraordinary speed, startling Mutiara Hitam, who immediately jumped back.

"Do not interfere!"

Mahendra roared.

"Let's see whose sword is superior!"

"Arrogant human! The sword I forged will destroy the sword you forged, along with your arrogant head!"

Nila Dewi also shrieked and attacked again fiercely.

"Cring-sing-tranggg....!"

Sparks flew, dazzling the eyes, and the two swords were repelled every time they met, then the two people attacked each other with lightning speed.

"Damn it.... stop....!"

Tang Hauw Lam shouted and leaped forward with his saber in hand.

"Trang-trangggg.... aihhh....!"

Tang Hauw Lam was forced to jump back because when his saber was parried by the two swords, he felt as if he had been struck by two extremely strong, opposing forces. Mutiara Hitam also charged forward, now with the *Siang-bhok-kiam* sword in her hand, so that when she lunged forward to separate the two people, the green light of her sword was visible. However, strangely and suddenly, the pair of swords that had been attacking each other reversed and faced Mutiara Hitam's sword with miraculous strength and astonishing cooperation.

"Trak-trakkk!"

Mutiara Hitam also faced a miraculous reality because her sword, which rarely met its match, was now repelled, and her hand trembled when it met the pair of swords whose light was like lightning! She was forced to jump back and said to her husband,

"If they are crazy enough to kill each other, let them!"

And indeed, there was no other way for Mutiara Hitam and her husband. The two people were like madmen; if left alone, they attacked each other as if intending to kill! But if they were not separated, they both reversed and ganged up on the opponent who disturbed them! Of course, Mutiara Hitam and her husband did not want to defeat them just to stop their fight!

Can Ji Kun and Ok Yang Hwa had also arrived at the scene, and these two children watched the fight with eyes shining brightly, full of admiration for the pair of swords. All this time, Mutiara Hitam's two disciples had heard conversations between their master about the pair of swords being forged in a strange manner by Nila Dewi and Mahendra, and secretly, these two children greatly desired to possess those extraordinary swords. Especially now that the swords were finished, seeing the lightning-like sword light, they were even more amazed. The fight between Nila Dewi and Mahendra had reached an extremely dangerous peak. Mutiara Hitam and her husband knew that one of them would surely fall wounded, but since they could do nothing, they only watched with furrowed brows.

"Cringggg!"

The pair of swords met in the air, suddenly repelled fiercely and....

"Blesss....! Blesss....!"

The sword in Mahendra's hand pierced Nila Dewi's chest; conversely, the woman's sword pierced Mahendra's chest. Both staggered, released their respective swords which were already embedded in the opponent's chest, then collapsed, rolling to the right and left!

"Madness!"

Mutiara Hitam and Tang Hauw Lam leaped toward the two bodies lying supine. Mahendra looked at Mutiara Hitam and laughed!

"Ha-ha-ha, the pair of swords you ordered are complete, Mutiara Hitam! The Pair of Demon Swords! Perfected with the soaking of our own blood. The Pair of Demon Swords will still drink much human blood in the future, ha-ha-ha!"

Nila Dewi's eyes widened, and she also laughed.

"Mahendra, we two will live on, within this pair of swords. The Pair of Demon Swords.... hi-hik, we will always thirst for blood, always compete.... ha-ha!"

Even though Mutiara Hitam and Pek-kong-to were a husband and wife pair of pendekar who had experienced many strange and terrifying things, seeing how the two people convulsed and died with such utterances, they both felt horrified. For a moment, they both looked at the "male" sword, which was now embedded in Mahendra's chest, drinking human blood for the second time, and at the "female" sword, which was embedded in Nila Dewi's chest.

"Should we take those swords?"

Tang Hauw Lam asked his wife with a feeling of disgust.

"It feels unpleasant to hold those two swords."

Mutiara Hitam raised her face to look at her husband.

"What? Are you.... afraid?"

Her husband smiled.

"Afraid, no, just.... hmm, horrified!"

He looked at the two corpses.

"It's best if we just bury these two bodies along with the two swords!"

"That wouldn't be good!"

Mutiara Hitam criticized.

"These swords were created because of us, so they must be in our hands. If they are buried and then found by someone else, wouldn't that be disastrous?"

"What....? One for you and one for me? Don't tell me that after we each keep one, we too will go mad and attack each other like them."

Hauw Lam shook his head and waved his hands.

"Superstition!"

Mutiara Hitam criticized.

"They have always been incompatible and competitive since long ago. However, let me be the one to keep this pair of swords."

Mutiara Hitam then drew the pair of swords and stared wide-eyed at the two swords and at the chests of the two corpses.

"Truly the Pair of Demon Swords that love to drink blood....!"

Tang Hauw Lam exclaimed with a pale face. It turned out that after being drawn, the two swords remained spotlessly white, without blood; even the chests that were wounded and pierced by the swords were not bleeding, as if all their blood had been completely absorbed by the two swords!

"The Pair of Demon Swords that thirst for blood and must be put away!"

Mutiara Hitam also said, then suddenly she snapped at the two disciples who were approaching,

"Ho, what do you want?"

"*Subo*, give the female sword to *taecu*!"

Said Ok Yan Hwa.

"And the Male one for *teecu*, *Subo*!"

Added Can Ji Kun. The husband and wife exchanged glances.

"Hmm, what do you need swords for?"

Then Mutiara Hitam spoke, contradicting her own superstition regarding the nature of the pair of swords.

"Because they are newly forged, perhaps there are still holes and hot air from the fire that forged them within the sword bodies, giving these swords an absorbing power."

Nevertheless, Mutiara Hitam stood up and examined the pair of swords intently. Their craftsmanship was extremely beautiful and refined, their shapes exactly the same, the only difference being that the body of one sword was slightly larger. She brought the sharp tips of the swords together and.... the two swords repelled each other, as if they disliked meeting tip-to-tip, and suddenly there was a strange force that made the hilts of the two swords stick together! Mutiara Hitam tried repeatedly and found that the sharp tips of the two swords repelled each other, but the hilt ends attracted each other.

"Hmm, they contain strong magnetism...."

She said softly. They then buried the bodies of Nila Dewi and Mahendra, and left the place to wander elsewhere because Mutiara Hitam no longer wished to stay there after the incident of the two Indians' deaths.

Tang Hauw Lam, who was very wise and deeply loved his wife, fully understood how much his wife's attitude had changed since receiving the news of the Khitan King's death. His wife was now very irritable; even her two disciples were afraid because they were often yelled at and slapped, and she often fell into deep thought. Seeing her swollen eyes, he knew that his wife often cried in secret. One day, while they were resting on a slope and letting the two disciples play in the meadow, Tang Hauw Lam could no longer bear his inner pressure. He sat beside his wife and said softly.

"Kwi Lan, my Wife. What is wrong with you?"

Kwi Lan, who looked lost in thought, turned to her husband and said briefly,

"Nothing."

Hauw Lam sighed, then spoke gently and softly.

"We have been husband and wife for more than ten years; we are together every day, so I know you as well as I know my own body, Kwi Lan. I see a tremendous change happening to you. You allowed Nila Dewi and Mahendra to kill two small children, then kill each other. You almost killed the Yucen King—I saw it from the tremor in your hand. That only didn't happen after you heard that the murderers of the Khitan King and Queen were not the Yucen people, but the Mongols. Alas, Kwi Lan. You are burdened by severe grief over the death of your twin brother, aren't you? A grief that has made you cold, uncaring, cruel...."