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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more than half of the Black Serpent

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his excitement, practically ready to leap

doubt, the most breathtaking

be one of a kind, something no one could

had never viewed Robin as a rival

had done otherwise, he might have vanished before Lord Drakebane just as Geraint and

all of Escea, going up against Robin right

had no

impossible to anticipate, was nothing

also roared with

achievement was more than just worthy of applause, it

warrior!

of this, an even

to protect our homeland, when would we finally have the chance

humiliation, tolerance, and constant restraint have left us seething with

artillery beneath us, and then at those

these extravagant decorations are nothing but a

places mocking me right to my face, flashing obscene gestures,

just like the Divine Drakebane,

“But I cannot!

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ourselves in this breathtaking aerial battle, as if we are part of the fight

this moment, General Dermot of the East Falcon Carrier Force has already guaranteed Felix that the outcome of this

be

if the last three remaining fighter jets choose to surrender, considering Divine Drakebane’s ruthless nature, he will still hunt them

Serpent No. 304, 305, and 306 swiftly maneuvered out of Robin’s attack range, reorganized their formation, and launched another assault in

the stealth mode but instead revealed himself directly in front of

jet was developed by a former Autreynia military aircraft designer, who had been specially recruited by

at supersonic speeds and ranks among the fastest

other fighter jet can rival

to match even

high–speed chase, no aircraft could possibly keep

turned around to pursue the Drakebane J–70, Robin suddenly pulled the nose up, maximizing the

pilots of the Black Serpent squadron reacted instantly, tilting their canards and tail fins in unison, lifting their noses to slow down immediately,