The Return of the God of War [The Protector] Chapter 3605

Chapter 3605 Hell Gloria decided on a plan and immediately began to carry it out. She was already in the West Pavilion, and in the eyes of the elite disciples, she was insignificant. Hence, not many people paid attention to Gloria's movements. Therefore, Gloria was able to quietly mobilize Xylas and the Fatalis Warriors. With the help of the Glorian Order's spies, the West Pavilion was successfully cut off from the outside world. After confirming that everything was in place, Gloria walked straight into the main hall of the West Pavilion. The main hall was heavily guarded as guards were posted everywhere. After all, this was the heart of the West Pavilion, and there were many highly-secret technique books stored there. It was also the base of the leader of the West Pavilion. “Gloria, what are you doing here?” one of the guards asked in a steely voice. “I have business with the Master,” Gloria answered with a smile. “Nonsense. The Master did not call for anyone today.” “How dare you, a nobody, come here and make trouble?” “Leave quickly before we get rough with you!” Several other guards had also appeared and moved to block Gloria's entry. Although Gloria appeared to lack strength in their eyes, they were still jealous of her. In particular, they were envious of Gloria's ways of dealing with men. Hence, they took the opportunity to be cold and cruel to Gloria whenever they could. “As arrogant as always! Tell me, where do you even get your confidence from?” Gloria mocked. The guards were startled by her response. However, before they had time to respond, Gloria had disappeared from their sight. “Go to hell!” the cold voice sounded out of nowhere. The captain of the guards could not dodge in time and was hit with a violent force. Without even making a single sound, the captain burst into a bloody red mist. “Trash like her are only a waste of space and air,” Gloria said coldly. The other guards were stunned. They never expected Gloria to be so terrifying. The captain had been killed instantly without having the chance to even make a sound. The attack triggered a chain reaction. Guards rushed into the hall and surrounded Gloria. “How good it is for all of you to join us! I will just send all of you to the gates of hell together. That way, none of you will be lonely on the road there. Am I not merciful?” As soon as Gloria was done speaking, she suddenly released her aura. A powerful and terrifying surge of energy exploded from her. That storm of energy sent the guards flying in all directions. All of them were shocked. The elite disciples who had looked down on Gloria before were especially stunned. At that moment, the fear of death was very real for all of them. “How is she so strong!” “We cannot fight her! Let's retreat and report to Master!” The guards all began to retreat quickly. “Are you trying to run away? I won't let you leave so easily!” Gloria rushed forward and hit the last two guards from the back. Thud! Thud! Again, they did not have the chance to make even a sound before they turned into mists of blood. Gloria was an apex predator amongst a flock of sheep. Wherever she moved, she left screams of terror in her wake. Disembodied limbs were flying everywhere. All the elite disciples of the West Pavilion were frozen in fear. They wanted to run, but under the weight of Gloria's terrifying energy storm, their legs seemed to have turned to stone. They could not even move a single inch. “What's wrong? You used to be so proud!” Gloria wrapped her hands around a guard's neck and exerted a little force. Snap! The sound of bones breaking crackled through the air. The guard's neck was bent at a ninety degrees angle. The look of fear would never leave the lifeless guard's face. “All of you are but an army of tiny ants!” Gloria gloated with disdain. She raised her hands and thrust her two fists forward. Two more guards had their bodies crushed. They struggled for a few minutes in intense pain but eventually succumbed to death. “Is that all you've got?” Gloria snorted. She concentrated all her pent-up resentment in each of her punches. She wanted to turn the West Pavilion into hell. “Gloria, stop!” a cold female voice commanded.