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The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1108

Summary for The Deadly 1108: The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm)

Summary of The Deadly 1108 from The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm)

The Deadly 1108 marks a crucial moment in Tristan Storm’s Urban novel, The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm). This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Chapter 1108 Proud of Their God of War
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.

By now, more than half of the Black Serpent No. 3 squadron had been wiped out.

"Incredible!"

At an altitude of 12 miles, the international Thalrex Order F-22 squadron had an unobstructed view of the battle unfolding beneath them.

Their squadron leader, Pierre Mann, could hardly contain his excitement, practically ready to leap out of his cockpit.

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

He was certain that this fight would be one of a kind, something no one could ever recreate.

Overcome with excitement, Pierre felt fortunate that he had never viewed Robin as a rival but had instead chosen to stand by his side.

If he had done otherwise, he might have vanished before Lord Drakebane just as Geraint and the others had.

Even though he was the most outstanding ace pilot in all of Escea, going up against Robin right now would only lead to his downfall.

No matter how refined his aerial combat skills were, he had no chance of overcoming an opponent without a discernible pattern.

Battling someone completely unpredictable, whose moves were impossible to anticipate, was nothing short of a catastrophe.

The Eastern United Fleet of Draconia also roared with excitement, filled with pride for their revered military leader.

"Such an incredible achievement was more than just worthy of applause, it was the triumph of a true warrior!

During a high-speed chase, no aircraft could possibly keep up with the Drakebane J-70.

As 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 drag to execute a rapid deceleration.

The three pilots of 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 enemy.

Every pilot understood that if they didn't force a sudden slowdown, Robin would likely exploit the opportunity to launch a barrage of attacks on the Black Serpent fighter jets in one swift strike.

Divine Drakebane, who had taken down Black Serpent squadron's captain, Geraint, in mere seconds with a single move, was more than capable of seizing this critical, split-second opportunity.

Despite the pressure, Black Serpent No. 304, 305, and 306 executed an advanced defensive maneuver that even earned Robin's respect.

However, admiration was nothing more than a fleeting thought.

The three fighter jets in front of him were still the enemy.

And when facing the enemy, showing leniency, making compromises, or granting mercy was nothing but a joke!

The only course of action was to eliminate them! No second thoughts—just strike them down!

Robin refused to give his opponents any time to recover. Just as they repositioned themselves for another engagement, his voice suddenly cut into their communication channel, "Die!"

At that instant, both the Drakebane J-70 and Drakebane 0002, positioned at a 30-degree angle to the left rear, fired two missiles.

Amid the blinding explosions, Robin was astonished to witness an unexpected sight. Black Serpent No. 304 and No. 305 suddenly pulled together, shielding No. 306 with their own aircraft!

Because of this, the third missile failed to hit No. 306 at the perfect moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Black Serpent No. 306 swiftly turned and bolted, racing desperately toward the airspace boundary over the Sakuranian Sea.

Robin let out a chuckle. "Trying to escape? Not a chance!"

As he gave chase, the Sakuranian Sea Self-Defense Force's 17th Brigade, stationed near the Sakuranian Sea and Panacea Ocean, urgently called out, "Drakebane, you're entering the Sakuranian Sea area! Stop the chase immediately!"

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