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 No. 3

“Incredible!”

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international Thalrex Order F–22 squadron had an unobstructed view of

his excitement, practically ready to leap out

was, without a doubt, the most breathtaking aerial combat he

this fight would be one of a kind, something no one could ever recreate.

never viewed Robin as a

otherwise, he might have vanished before Lord Drakebane just as

outstanding ace pilot in all of Escea, going up against Robin

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

to anticipate,

roared with excitement, filled with pride for their

achievement was more than just worthy of applause, it

warrior!

this, an

homeland, when would we finally have the chance to unleash our unyielding spirit

repeated humiliation, tolerance, and constant restraint have left us

artillery beneath us, and then at those politicians

decorations are nothing but a waste!

I witness those lowly scoundrels from unremarkable places mocking me right to my face, flashing obscene gestures,

an intense urge to abandon everything, just like the Divine

“But I cannot!

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am unable to do so, then let’s lose ourselves in this breathtaking aerial battle, as if we are part of

Force has already guaranteed

fated to be completely

is convinced that even if the last three remaining fighter jets choose to surrender, considering Divine Drakebane’s

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

stealth mode but instead revealed himself directly in front

Autreynia military aircraft designer, who

cruise at supersonic speeds and ranks among the fastest

no other fighter jet

lags behind, unable to

a high–speed chase, no aircraft could possibly keep up with the Drakebane

Serpent No. 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 noses to slow down immediately, unintentionally exposing their vulnerable six o’clock position to the