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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than half of the Black Serpent No. 3 squadron had

“Incredible!”

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

Mann, could hardly contain his excitement, practically ready to leap

breathtaking aerial combat he had ever

one of a kind, something

as a rival but had instead chosen to

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

all of Escea,

combat skills were, he had no chance of overcoming an

were impossible to anticipate, was nothing short

Eastern United Fleet of Draconia also roared with excitement, filled with pride

worthy of applause,

warrior!

this, an even greater excitement arose!

finally have the chance to unleash our unyielding spirit

restraint have left us

artillery beneath us, and then at those politicians who only speak grand words but never take real

are nothing

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

to abandon everything, just like the Divine Drakebane, and cut them down with my own blade!

“But I cannot!

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

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

be completely wiped out by the end of

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

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

but instead revealed himself directly in front of

military aircraft designer, who had been specially recruited by

cruise at supersonic

no other fighter jet can

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

possibly keep up with the

305, and 306 turned around to pursue the Drakebane J–70, Robin suddenly pulled the nose up, maximizing the aircraft’s aerodynamic drag to execute

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