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

hardly contain his excitement, practically

most breathtaking aerial combat

certain that this fight would be one of a kind, something no

never viewed Robin as a rival but had instead chosen to stand by

might have vanished before Lord Drakebane just

he was the most outstanding ace pilot in all of Escea, going up against Robin

how refined his aerial combat skills were, he had no chance of overcoming an opponent without a

moves were impossible to

also roared with excitement, filled with

worthy of applause,

warrior!

of this, an

we finally have the chance to

tolerance, and constant restraint have left us seething with frustration

fearless battle uniform, at the mighty warships and artillery beneath us, and then at

extravagant decorations are

from unremarkable places mocking me right to my face, flashing obscene gestures, and provoking me.

an intense urge to abandon everything, just like the Divine Drakebane, and cut them down with my

“But I cannot!

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so, then let’s lose ourselves in this breathtaking aerial battle, as if we

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

Black Serpent 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 to Sunria and eliminate

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 them.

jet was developed by a former Autreynia military

at supersonic

other fighter jet can

the F–22 lags behind, unable to match even half of its velocity.

chase, no aircraft could possibly keep

Black Serpent No. 304, 305, and 306 turned around to pursue the Drakebane J–70, Robin suddenly pulled the nose up, maximizing the aircraft’s aerodynamic

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 enemy.