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.

that wish would

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course, redirecting toward the desperate

clash of metal resounded like a

like an invisible shield had formed around Robin, Cynthia,

blades rebounded with deadly precision, secking out its

masters.

down the Clerys warriors, slicing their throats clean before

from a distance in stunned disbelief, their understanding

such a warrior

this the legendary Divine Drakebane–the one even ghosts fear to

vanished. Now, all they felt was bitter

provoking this

Cynthia

daggers flashed around them, bringing them

witnessing such

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

man, even as a lowly servant, proud to die by his side for the rest of her

gave up all resistance, surrendering to

time belonged

once populated the Clerys manor remained after just one

the

still steamed under the eerie glow of the manor’s lanterns, the heat of

the granite floor, echoing eerily through the

Thibault and

he passed,

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with each step, ensuring every dying

300 feet, 39 more lives were

suppressed the rage swelling within him

the World of Darkness, yet you’re nothing but

must follow the code