The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1105

Chapter 1105 Take Down the Entire Black Serpent No 2!
The Black Serpent No. 2 and No. 3 aerial formations rushed out of the danger zone, still shaken by the experience.

Less than ten minutes after taking off, all six planes from the Black Serpent No. 1—one lead plane and five escorts—were shot down.

This was a lightning-fast attack like nothing they had ever encountered in their combat history.

The lead plane of Black Serpent No. 2, Bleddyn, was already drenched in cold sweat.

The J-70 fighter jet was incredibly eerie, its speed in the air far surpassing that of the F-22.

He ordered the five escort planes to quickly spread out, preparing to prevent another wipeout by Drakebane.

Bleddyn stopped watching the radar display and relied solely on his eyes to locate Drakebane's position.

Pierre, the lead pilot of the Warhawk F22, witnessed the entire scene of the J-70 fighter jet taking out the Tudor formation, and was astonished.

"Divine Drakebane is still the ultimate military god in the sky!

"Today's battle over Panacea Ocean will undoubtedly be remembered as one of the most iconic aerial battles ever, and there's no doubt about it."

The entire command team of the Draconia Eastern United Fleet, who had been observing from the edge of the Sakuranian Sea, recorded the whole event.

A few fighter pilots from the fleet wanted to take off and assist Drakebane, but their request was denied by the fleet commander.

This was serious business!

If Draconia's aerial units took off, it would probably give others a pretext to attack them.

They wouldn't just fail to help Drakebane, but might even cause him unnecessary problems.

"All of you, pay close attention and record Drakebane's movements in this aerial battle. Don't waste Mr. Ramsey's efforts!" Larkin, the drill commander of the Eastern United Fleet, said firmly.

"Otherwise, Mr. Ramsey wouldn't have had to risk himself in this battle. He just wants us to witness this textbook-level aerial combat."

The East Falcon Carrier Force's fighters, 0988 and 0999, were conducting routine flight training at an altitude of 32,808 feet to the northwest.

Suddenly, they saw Drakebane zooming past at high speed.

Before this, Robin had kept the optical stealth system active.

His goal was to give the Draconia Eastern United Fleet a live demonstration of an airstrike.

Otherwise, none of the participating units or spectators would have seen his presence.

"Black Serpent No. 2! Has your team spotted Drakebane?" said Geraint, the lead pilot of the Black Serpent No. 3.

"Black Serpent No. 3, target confirmed, 16 nautical miles from my formation, altitude 6,561 feet, speed 1.792 Mach!" Bleddyn responded.

This was the data from the Black Serpent formation's smart eye system.

Although the system could swiftly and accurately track the position of stealth aircraft, its major flaw was that it could be quickly locked onto by the enemy's fire control radar.

"Alright, I'm shutting down the system—" Bleddyn hadn't finished speaking when a flash of light shot straight toward him. "D*mmit!"

Drakebane suddenly charged straight at him. Bleddyn immediately tried to evade, but the F35 fighter jet piloted by the blue-clad guard on his left had already fired.

Boom!

At the same moment, Drakebane also pressed the missile launch button.

A burst of flames shot out once again.

The lead plane of Black Serpent No. 2, this ace fighter, was instantly shot down.

Bleddyn, the legendary military god of the skies, known as the lone wolf, was obliterated by two missiles.

With the lead plane of Black Serpent No. 2 taken down, the escort planes quickly closed in on Drakebane.

This reckless strategy shocked the three watching squads.

It was clear this was a last-ditch effort—ultimately, a do-or-die strategy.

The J-70 fighter jet wasn't going to play their suicidal game. Instead, it shot straight up into the sky.

"Black Serpent No. 2, immediately reform your formation. Escort No. 3 ... "

At this moment, the five escort planes ignored Black Serpent No. 3's call, almost in unison pulling their control sticks and sending their F35s soaring upward in pursuit.

Although the pilots felt the intense pressure, they knew that if they didn't take down Drakebane, today would be their final aerial battle.

As the altitude indicator rapidly climbed, the five F35 pilots nearly coughed up blood from the pressure.