The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1108 Proud of Their God of War

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At an altitude of six miles, the Drakebane J–70 unleashed a devastating strike, reducing Black Serpent No. 301, the lead fighter jet, to a fiery wreckage.

The captain, Geraint, thrown into the open sky, felt a chill run down his spine.

In a mere fraction of a second!

The Drakebane had exploited an almost imperceptible chance and delivered a direct hit.

Once a legendary pilot, he found himself in utter disbelief, his mind struggling to accept reality, wishing desperately that this was all a hallucination.

High above, the smoke gradually faded as the parachute carried him downward.

The scattered debris of the downed fighter jet drifted through the boundless sky like tears of despair, fading into the void.

A heavy sigh cut through the thick clouds, filling Geraint’s chest with an overwhelming sense of grief.

He had never imagined that the formidable Black Serpent squadron would crumble so easily before the might of the Drakebane.

This battle had no purpose!

Bryon’s miscalculation had destroyed decades of careful planning.

It was more than humiliation, it was total annihilation.

As Geraint descended, burdened by regret, the Drakebane J–70 suddenly came to a halt right before him.

Inside the cockpit, Robin lifted a hand, shaping his fingers into a mock handgun as if to say, “Gotcha!”

A moment later, a searing laser beam erupted from the cannon.

Geraint let out a bitter smile before being instantly vaporized by the searing heat, vanishing into a plume of smoke.

The two wingmen, No. 302 and No. 303 trailing closely behind Black Serpent No. 301, immediately committed a suicidal attack.

One veered left, the other right, both roaring toward Robin’s fighter jet at full speed. At the same time, their fire–control radars locked onto their target, and two missiles launched in unison, streaking through the sky with deadly precision.

With a swift yank of the control stick, Robin sent the Drakebane J–70 soaring over 0,6 miles straight up.

The two incoming missiles met midair, colliding in a violent detonation, forming a blazing sphere of destruction.

With their captain gone, the Black Serpent No. 3 squadron plunged into disarray.

Out of nowhere, Drakebane 0002 emerged from the side, firing off two precise missiles that obliterated Black Serpent No. 302 and No. 303 in an instant.

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altitude of 12 miles, the international Thalrex Order F–22 squadron had an unobstructed view of

squadron leader, Pierre Mann, could hardly contain his excitement, practically ready to

doubt, the most breathtaking aerial combat he had ever

certain that this fight would be one of a kind, something

he had never viewed Robin as a rival but had instead

had done otherwise, he might have vanished before Lord

the most outstanding ace pilot in all of Escea, going up against Robin right now would only

his aerial combat skills were, he had no chance of overcoming an

unpredictable, whose moves were impossible to anticipate, was nothing short

roared with excitement, filled with pride for their revered military

just worthy of applause, it was the triumph of a

warrior!

of this, an even

when would we finally have the chance to unleash our

restraint have left us seething with frustration and

and then

are nothing but a

scoundrels from unremarkable places mocking me right to my face, flashing obscene gestures,

just like the Divine Drakebane, and cut them down with

“But I cannot!

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I am unable to do so, then let’s lose ourselves in this breathtaking aerial battle, as

General Dermot of the East Falcon Carrier Force has already

squadron is fated to be completely wiped out by the end

fighter jets choose to surrender, considering Divine Drakebane’s ruthless nature, he will still hunt them down all the way

304, 305, and 306 swiftly maneuvered out of Robin’s attack

to activate the stealth mode but instead revealed

Autreynia military

supersonic speeds and ranks among

no other fighter jet can

F–22 lags behind, unable to match

chase, no aircraft could possibly keep up with the

304, 305, and 306 turned around to pursue the Drakebane J–70, Robin suddenly pulled

the Black Serpent squadron reacted instantly, tilting their canards and tail fins in unison, lifting their