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

left every last soul

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toward the

The sharp clash of metal resounded like a symphony of death, ringing

shield had formed around Robin, Cynthia,

at them, every single poisoned blades rebounded with deadly precision, secking out

masters.

down the Clerys warriors, slicing their throats clean before the victims

distance in stunned disbelief, their understanding

such

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

former confidence had vanished. Now, all they felt was

provoking this

Cynthia

as swords and daggers flashed around them,

thrill of witnessing such absolute power

themselves at

had already made up her mind. She would serve this man, even as a lowly servant, proud to die by his

all resistance, surrendering to poisoned blades and an inescapable

belonged to

lives that once populated

the dragon

under the eerie glow of the manor’s lanterns, the heat of slaughter rising

blood dripped onto the granite floor, echoing eerily through the silent

Thibault and Gauthier at the

he passed, no one

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dragon dagger with each step, ensuring every dying

feet, 39 more lives were cut

rage swelling within him

of Darkness, yet you’re

warriors must follow the code