The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1068

Chapter 1068 A Brutal Lesson
Hatred, buried like a dormant volcano for 10,000 years, finally erupted in full force on this fateful night.

Fueled by the weight of vengeance, the dragon dagger became an unstoppable force, cutting down anyone in sight like a demon possessed.

Robin was like a bloodthirsty war god, wielding his blade with unrelenting fury. In a single breath, he slaughtered 90 percent of the Clerys' security forces.

It didn't matter whether they were human or animal—anything alive within the manor fell to the merciless edge of the dragon dagger.

Hundreds of slashes, each one deadly.

The entire Clery manor trembled under the massacre.

Guards and warriors, seeing no escape, commit suicide. The gruesome scene was beyond words—nothing short of sheer horror.

Blood from the fallen flooded the manor, a thick, iron-scented mist rising into the cold night air like an omen of death.

Thibault never imagined that his reckless decision would bring such utter destruction to his home.

Despite his years of witnessing bloodshed and war, even he could not withstand this level of ruthless slaughter—no, this cold-blooded extermination.

"Activate the manor's defense mechanisms! Now!" Thibault roared, his back drenched in cold sweat.

The surviving guards, dazed by the carnage, finally remembered their last line of defense—the lethal hidden weapons.

In an instant, a storm of poisoned blades rained down like an apocalyptic downpour. They didn't just target Robin, Cynthia, and Rita—many of their own men were caught in the deadly crossfire.

The first wave of hidden blades took out half of the remaining warriors.

The Clerys' arsenal was renowned as the deadliest in Sakurania.

Cynthia gasped as she saw the second wave hurtling toward them.

It was no different from being caught under the barrage of a hundred sniper rifles, all firing at once.

Despite knowing the killing prowess of Divine Drakebane, she dared not fully believe that Robin could withstand such an overwhelming assault forever.

The relentless storm of weapons gave the remaining Clery warriors a desperate flicker of hope.

They all wished for one outcome—to see Robin pierced by a thousand blades, his heart torn apart.

But that wish would never be granted.

What happened next left every last soul frozen in shock.

Dragon dagger—rough, unrefined, yet unstoppable—suddenly flew into the air, spinning at an unimaginable speed.

The rain of blades reversed course, redirecting toward the desperate Clery warriors who still clung to life.

Sparks erupted. The sharp clash of metal resounded like a symphony of death, ringing through the battlefield.

It was like an invisible shield had formed around Robin, Cynthia, and Rita.

Once fired at them, every single poisoned blades rebounded with deadly precision, seeking out its original masters.

Like heat-seeking missiles, they chased down the Clerys warriors, slicing their throats clean before the victims even realized they were being hunted.

Thibault and Gauthier watched from a distance in stunned disbelief, their understanding of martial arts shattered.

"How can such a warrior exist?"

"Is this the legendary Divine Drakebane—the one even ghosts fear to encounter?"

Their former confidence had vanished. Now, all they felt was bitter regret.

Regret forever provoking this monster.

"Mr. Ramsey! This is unbelievable!" Cynthia and Rita nearly burst into cheers.

Even amidst the carnage, even as swords and daggers flashed around them, bringing them within inches of death.