Instantly, all sounds of activities stopped. Conan's serpentine eyes squinted in confusion, he wondered what might have happened, but soon his answer came.
Burly, naked, and armed men swarmed into the Hall. The men looked awe-stricken at his demeanor and carriage, also the icy carnage he had wrought on the ones he met in the hall.
But they weren't scared, because the doctrine of Kongieus goes against being afraid of anyone but to dominate them!
"Oh, Kongieus balls! How in Kongieus balls did you get in here?"A snub-nosed man shouted, spewing profanities from his mouth.
"I can see your testicles you know? They're glowing."Conan chuckled, but also realized, the spirit core Kongieus gives his followers lies beneath them serving as their testicles.
The man looked downwards and spat back at Conan "So what!? You slit-eyed worm!" He brandished his long sword and took a stance "You want to die huh? I'll show how dying in my hands feels like... Garrrh!!!"
He dashed towards Conan with what, when asked, he would call a 'war cry. The spiritual energy that was shrouding his sword released dark wisps. It didn't take Conan to take a second glance to know that it is Dark energy.
He bellowed as he ran and adjusted the grip on his sword. Channeling his Dark energy into the sword.
"Oh? You're Spirit Arts practitioner."Conan voiced out his surprise. He thought about the man using Force Arts and couldn't help but laugh to himself.
'Sweet reincarnation to you, oh, disciple of the satyr god.'Conan amusedly thought.
The snub-nosed man stopped running halfway to Conan. He took a stance and pointed the tip of his long sword at Conan. The Dark energy shrouding his sword moved and gathered at the tip gradually.
The energy gathered from his core to his hand, caressed the blade till it all converged on its pointed tip.
Soon the energy at the tip ignited and gained an orange hue. It turned into fire, with dark wisps escaping it.
"I'll let you know, what happens to those who mess with us!"The snub-nosed man said, he gritted his teeth and poured out more Dark energy into the sword, and made it ignite.
"Oh! I wish you saw what happened to those that messed with me, heh."Conan said and chuckled in response. His demeanor not menacing in the least. It would suffice to say, he had a friendly aura.
His arms were folded as he gazed at the snub-nosed man perform. Or at least, that's what it looked like to him.
He could have killed the man a long time ago, but he just let the man do his thing. He was too slow with the art and even his energy was weak like he never cultivated before and just kept piling its quantity without checking the quality.
The rest of the disciples spectated with great interest. Conan's battle robe was formidable if one looked at it, but he didn't look or feel like someone dangerous to them at all. Even if they weren't indoctrinated to be dominant, he still won't pose a threat to them.
"I was disturbed from business for nothing."A man of kongieus snarled grumpily. He was having a great time until the alarm sounded.
While some simply wished to have a great show. Going through the same procedure to get powerful was getting boring for them. Those people were like:
"What a night!"A man of kongieus smiled and raised his mug of beverage towards his neighbor.
"What a show!"To which the other answered and clanked his mug with the former and...
"Cheers!"They made themselves comfortable as they stood and watch.
Meanwhile, the fire gathering at the tip of the snub-nosed man's sword brightened and reached its climax. The snub-nosed man grinned wickedly and shot the flame at Conan.
The dimly lit hall became brightened by the flame and the disciples of Kongieus were temporarily blinded, the snub-nosed man included.
The snub-nosed man rested the blunt side of his sword on his shoulder and mildly panted while supporting his weight on his knees. His skin glistened with sweat as he waited for the light to die down.
"He's surely dead."
Soon the light started dying down progressively and revealed Conan, whose serpentine eyes were locked on the snub-nosed man.
"That was my most powerful and time-consuming attack."The man muttered on seeing what happened to the fire he shot at the intruder—Conan.
The fire was in between Conan's palms and was decreasing in size. Tightly compressed by the visible ball of pressurized air engulfing it.
"It's amazing, this fire is yours I know, but... Have you met a Spirit Sage before?"Conan sagely said as he compressed the fire to its limit.
"Compressing fire with air and fuelling it at the same time, hehe... It creates a great show, my people!"Conan whimsically said as he hurtled the compressed flame at the snub-nosed man.
The disciples of Kongieus all stood in utter perplexion. Even when they saw the flame coming at them, they all didn't know how to react.
"What a show..."A disciple muttered in awe, his bottle inevitably slipped from his hands, but the compressed fire reached them sooner than the bottle could reach the ground.
The snub-nosed man blocked against the compressed fire with his sword and gritted his teeth as he felt the mighty blast that occurred on impact.
He was pushed back by the wave and so were others. The unlucky ones were flung out of the hall down to the spiral stairs, while the more unlucky and less guarded ones were thrown back and impaled on the lamp holds erected on the wall. The fires on these lamps surprisingly gained the hue of crimson as soon they came in contact with blood instead of extinguishing.
"Arrgh!"The snub-nosed man agonized as his skin sizzled and burnt. Smokes and steams rose from his burnt skin as he panted and rested on his long sword in weariness.
"You enjoyed that right?"Conan goaded the snub-nosed man, who in return glared hatefully and bolted towards him. His sword was shrouded in Dark energy as he swung the sword toward Conan's neck.
The sword released fire attributed dark energy as he swung towards Conan's neck, to which the snub-nosed man almost smiled in accomplishment.
But at the last second, Conan evaded. He bent his body instantly, and his afterimage was left to trick the man into thinking he beheaded him.
The man staggered forward, having slashed thin air. His expression spoke of bewilderment as he checked his sword to confirm if there was blood or not, but he found nothing but his bewildered face reflecting on the metal.
He was about to turn around to reconfirm if the intruder was dead or not, but an excruciating pain he felt and the feeling of a grab on his spine made him unable to do so.
Conan pierced the back of the snub-nosed man with his hand and grabbed his spine and started pulling it out, slowly. It was at this moment the others who were hit by the explosion started waking up, only to be horrified by the gruesome scene.
The scream of the snub-nosed man echoed throughout the hall, accompanied by the sounds of skin tearing and bone crackling, with the spurtles of blood.
The man lost his rationality to pain as Conan ripped out his spine till eventually, ripped off his head. Conan looked at the head of the man holding it upside down with the spinal cord.
"Oh? You're of Satyr bloodline too?"Conan spoke in apprehension to the head of the snub-nosed man whose jaws quivered and eyes rolled to the back of his head as life left his body.
"I guess your god donates his bloodline too..."He said to no one in particular as he swung the head by the spinal bone and impaled it on a lamp, which surprisingly pierced through and the fire didn't extinguish but instead turned crimson on tasting blood and brain chunks.
"Nether flame?"Conan wondered and turned towards the men of Kongieus that stood in silence "how did you guys find-?"
Except that the men weren't standing in silence, they were rushing towards him in silence and with malignance showing in their expressions.
Conan's serpentine eyes reflected gladness in their actions and he spoke "I was just about to tell you, I have my babies to tend to, so I won't waste my time anymore. It's time to get serious and get what I'm looking for!"He said before closing in and preparing his mentality for the first bloodshed he'll wreak after thousands of years of living in seclusion.
"Let's hold him down for the priests to arrive! Attack!"A man spoke and dashed towards him, giving the others the motivation to do the same.
"Die! Intruder, die!"
"Garrrrgh!!!"