The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 1068 A Brutal Lesson

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Hatred, buried like a dormant volcano for 10,000 years, finally erupted in full force on this fateful night.

Fueled by the weight of vengeance, the dragon dagger became an unstoppable force, cutting down anyone in sight like a demon possessed.

Robin was like a bloodthirsty war god, wielding his blade with unrelenting fury. In a single breath, he slaughtered 90 percent of the Clerys‘ security forces.

It didn’t matter whether they were human or animal–anything alive within the manor fell to the merciless edge of the dragon dagger.

Hundreds of slashes, each one deadly.

The entire Clery manor trembled under the massacre.

Guards and warriors, seeing no escape, commit suicide. The gruesome scene was beyond words–nothing short of sheer horror.

Blood from the fallen flooded the manor, a thick, iron–scented mist rising into the cold night air like an omen of death.

Thibault never imagined that his reckless decision would bring such utter destruction to his home.

Despite his years of witnessing bloodshed and war, even he could not withstand this level of ruthless slaughter–no, this cold–blooded extermination.

“Activate the manor’s defense mechanisms! Now!” Thibault roared, his back drenched in cold sweat.

The surviving guards, dazed by the carnage, finally remembered their last line of defense–the lethal hidden weapons.

In an instant, a storm of poisoned blades rained down like an apocalyptic downpour. They didn’t just target Robin, Cynthia, and Rita–many of their own men were caught in the deadly crossfire.

The first wave of hidden blades took out half of the remaining warriors.

The Clerys‘ arsenal was renowned as the deadliest in Sakurania.

Cynthia gasped as she saw the second wave hurtling toward them.

It was no different from being caught under the barrage of a hundred sniper rifles, all firing at once.

Despite knowing the killing prowess of Divine Drakebane, she dared not fully believe that Robin could withstand such an overwhelming assault forever.

The relentless storm of weapons gave the remaining Clery warriors a desperate flicker of hope.

They all wished for one outcome–to see Robin pierced by a thousand blades, his heart torn apart.

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blades reversed course, redirecting toward the desperate Clery warriors who still clung to

sharp clash of metal resounded like a

shield had formed around Robin,

at them, every single poisoned blades rebounded

masters.

warriors, slicing their throats

a distance in stunned

can such a

the legendary Divine Drakebane–the one even ghosts

Now, all they felt

forever provoking

This is unbelievable!” Cynthia and Rita

as swords and daggers flashed around them, bringing them within inches

thrill of witnessing such absolute

of disrupting Robin, they would have gladly thrown themselves at his feet, baring their devotion

up her mind. She would serve this man, even as a lowly servant, proud to die by his side for the rest of her

of the Clerys clan gave up all resistance, surrendering to

belonged to the Divine

the 380 lives that once populated the Clerys manor remained after just one

the dragon

the eerie glow of the manor’s lanterns, the heat

the granite floor, echoing eerily through the

advanced toward Thibault and Gauthier at

he passed, no

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on the brink of death–none

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dagger with each step,

just 300 feet, 39 more lives

the rage swelling within him and snarled, “Divine

of the World of Darkness, yet you’re nothing but a

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