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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the Black Serpent No. 3 squadron had been

“Incredible!”

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F–22 squadron had an unobstructed view of the

excitement, practically ready to leap out of his cockpit.

was, without a doubt, the most breathtaking aerial combat he had ever witnessed.

be one of a

as a rival but had instead chosen to

have vanished before Lord

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

he had no chance of overcoming an opponent without a

moves were impossible to anticipate, was nothing

of Draconia also roared with excitement, filled with pride for their revered military leader.

just worthy of applause, it was the

warrior!

all of this, an even

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

tolerance, and constant restraint have left us

and then at those

extravagant decorations are nothing

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

abandon everything, just like the Divine Drakebane, and cut

“But I cannot!

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

Carrier Force has already guaranteed Felix that the outcome of this battle

fated to be completely wiped out by the end of

Divine Drakebane’s ruthless nature, he will still hunt them down all the way to Sunria

shock, Black Serpent No. 304, 305, and 306 swiftly maneuvered out

the stealth mode but instead revealed

Drakebane J–70 fighter jet was developed by a former Autreynia military aircraft designer, who had been specially recruited by the Dark

at supersonic

fighter jet can rival it.

behind, unable to match even half of

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

Robin suddenly pulled the nose up, maximizing the aircraft’s

fins in unison, lifting their noses to slow down immediately, unintentionally exposing their vulnerable six o’clock position to the