"Hey, look at his eyes..."One of the priests with a war hammer said, pointing at Conan's serpentine eyes "...looks just like the stubborn lamia's that was with you."
"Oh! That lamia? I'm having a hard time turning her into a spirit cauldron, but it's worth the effort ... HaHa."The ugly priest pervertedly laughed.
"Oh, that's true, ha-ha..."The priest with a bald head and bushy —mane-like—beard said, his expression twisted and full of corruption.
"Idiots! Don't forget we have a rat!"The last of them said, his long and narrow jaws flexed as he bellowed, his snub nose dripped with an unknown substance, his ripped bald head pulsated and red veins stretched out from his eyeball as he directed a maddened glare at Conan.
He was burly like the rest, but seem bad-tempered, unlike the rest.
All this made Conan change his mind in an instant. They might be devil cultivators, but even the devils of the ancient days who were more notorious for their strength didn't do this much.
This made him imagine what they would have done to Zoe if she was any weaker and his mood turned immediately sour. For the first time in thousands of years, he felt like killing in masses.
A vein pulsed on his forehead as he concentrated his bloodlust on the priests, but they won't flinch, blinded by arrogance their doctrine, and the spirit of a god in them.
"Hey! Son of a Whore!"The bushy-bearded priest called at Conan "...Give me five reasons why I shouldn't kill you for trespassing and killing our men."
He was the high priest of this branch and undoubtedly the most powerful and arrogant.
"And thanks to you it'll take time before we get more men to be baptized and to carry out the transports to the sheerlum mountains."The ripped-headed priest grumbled under his breath.
Conan didn't talk, his serpentine only calculating the most painful ways possible to kill the men.
He stretched his hand and water from the floor rose, taking the bloody mess along, and started converging towards him. Soon it started freezing and taking the form of an absurd greatsword.
Soon, an absurdly great sword was on display. blood red with chilly mists exuding from it.
The priests all snorted at his elaborate display, and wondered 'how's he going to swing that?'
The hilt of the greatsword was as long as three feet not to talk of the blade which was approximately twenty inches broad. The entirety was taller than Conan, yet he swung it and rested the sharp edge on his shoulder with ease.
The priests frowned at this, the way he swung the sword just proved what seemed impossible to them wrong.
"Alright, let's make this quick. Give me a good fight or I'll kill you..."Conan said as he swung the giant blade of frozen blood and guts nonchalantly "...whether or not you'll all die either way."
"Eh, look at this cocky black-robed two-legged lamia."The bushy-bearded—high priest— scoffed and raised his sword "After I kill you, I won't forget to visit your mother and sisters... Haha"
The high priest moved while the others laughed at his 'joke'. He gripped his broadsword with both hands and held it in front of him with its blade pointing upwards.
"Okay..."Conan's patiently waited to see what the man was up to. Thinking of various ways to put the man in a plaguing and painful death.
The long sword in the hands of the high priest soon began to shimmer in Dark spiritual energy making the man grin wickedly.
'Too slow...' Conan thought, he could have killed him already if not for his curiosity holding him back. ' They don't seem to be experienced in Fighting, nor do they want to, all they want is the pleasures.'
"Let me give you a taste of the first form of the Sword Art of kongieus; Ancient Penetrations!"He spun the sword above his head as he spoke, gathering more of the Dark energy now known as the signature energy of the men of Kongieus.
"Thanks to the imaginative and creative mind of the god, he came up with such immaculate Art, for us, his noble disciples to learn from."The ugly man said as he watched the high priest spin his sword to gather the necessary momentum and spiritual energy to implement the Art.
"Well, him being the progenitor just makes it normal that he'll come up with such Art. Anyone can come up with such."Conan shrugged, his arm resting on the guard of the greatsword of frozen water and organic crimson, which he'd impaled to the ground.
The energy gathering on the blade of the sword reached its limit and the high priest's wicked grin turned wider "You've been wasting my time, just die!!"
He slashed the blade at the air, drawing a curve of fine, dark energy. He slashed consecutively twice across the first one, drawing curves of impure Spiritual energies in the air.
'hm? I thought it was penetration?'
As soon as Conan thought so, the floating curves of energy started swirling and raging. All converged at a point and shot forward, drilling their way towards Conan.
'Oh, that's the penetration...'
The energy took form into that of a long and robust wispy sword, thrusting its way through the air in a drilling motion towards Conan with high penetration force.
Conan, on the other hand, was impressed, he pulled the greatsword up and dislodged its tip from the floor before spinning and slashing, releasing a curve slash of bloody mess from the main greatsword thus reducing its size.
The slash of frozen bloody mess slashed its way towards the Drilling Penetrator and thus they both collided or so would one have thought until Conan's bloody slash went through the Drilling Penetrator and neutralized it, making the impure energy disperse into thin air.
Even Conan was surprised, he expected to see the drilling penetration put up some resistance, but it turned out that the high priest haven't even fought anyone before. He probably stopped mastering the art after a few successful trials, thinking he had done it all, but alas, without experience, he could never be better than that.
But the stray slash wasn't done yet, it whistled its way towards the shocked high priest, who leaned on his sword, drowning in ignorance and the imagination that he had won.
The last thing he saw was the slanted slash looming onto him, and then with a horrifying pain, his thoughts froze, everything froze as his unequally bisected body, slumped to the ground under the appalled gazes of the other priests.
The Frozen mess however didn't stop until it hit a pillar, the booming sound of the collision putting the priests back in awareness only to find Conan walking towards them.
The priest with the war hammer dashed towards Conan, leaping and flipping as he raised his hammer above his head and lowered it on his descent to the ground, channeling the Dark energy into its blockhead as he did.
However, before he could slam the hammer on the ground to execute his hammer art, he noticed his vision rolling and his head hitting the floor before his body could.
His head had been chopped off...
"Where'd you get that Peasant Art?"Conan nonchalantly said as he walked past the head of the priest.
But the priest's body still seemed to be pumped with the last vigor as the hammer hit the ground and the air turned into numerous thin and sharp strands that waved towards the direction where Conan was before, hitting and slicing nothing but the tall pillars and the walls.
Conan didn't bother to look as he walked towards another priest who also had a straight long sword in his hands, emitting dark energy.
The priest came at Conan and cut his sword through the air, a trail of dark energy and whistles of the air followed the movements as the sword cut through, aiming for Conan's neck.
Conan bent fluidly and the sword passed above him as he lodge the greatsword deep in the priest's guts. He didn't look twice as he straightened and sliced up the man and walked towards the last ugly priest who suddenly dropped his weapon in horror as soon as Conan turned towards him.
He seemed to have neglected his doctrine on seeing his comrades die in seconds in the hands of a man who seemed like he was on a casual walk.
He trembled and was about to fall to his knees to say something but Conan proved to be faster at decision-making.
He dismantled the greatsword form of frozen bloody mess and turned it into four long and robust spikes. He hurled the spikes toward the man who was too slow to react and the momentum of the spikes took the man along, pinning him into a pillar at four different points.
Head, chest, stomach, groin...
Conan disregarded the corpse of the priests and walked past them, towards the door from which the ugly priest had come out, the exact place he had felt a lower presence from.
With his serpentine eyes brimming with curiosity he studied the door and looked at the carvings on it. It depicted an erected pillar with a rising star at its peak. He then remembered seeing the same thing on the robes of the priests but the materials of the robes were too faded that he didn't count it as something essential.
Not like it was important anyway...
He opened the door and entered through the doorway without ceremony and was met by a dark and murky inside of what appeared to be a dungeon.
In each cell, were dried up and husky bodies of women and young girls, all brutally murdered by their sadistic assailant and drained of life force.
The atmosphere was foggy with negative spiritual residues, which the Disciples of Kongieus cultivated into dark energies. He could even swear that he heard pleads and screams of anguish as he walked deeper.
At the far end was a dark and foggy space, there, the faint presence of a lower being was sensed by him coming from with the still darkness, along with rattles of chains.