The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1108

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!