The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1223

Across the vast snowfield of Borealis, lines of tanks and armored carriers thundered forward.

Every cannon was locked onto the armed helicopter in midair, with Robin at the controls.

Alexander took in the scene, and an uneasy chill crept down his spine.

Yakonov had made up his mind. He was determined to take Robin down, no matter the cost.

What was even more baffling was that the Northwest Defense border had reached such a critical point, yet the Headquarters remained completely silent.

Alexander understood all too well the delusions these foolish decision-makers were indulging in.

Their true goal was obvious.

They wanted to use Yakonov as a tool to get rid of Drakebane.

This was a shared ambition among those in power.

The existence of Drakebane had already threatened their authority.

His actions awakened ordinary people, making them realize that all humans were born equal.

This went against the belief that a nation was easier to control when its citizens remained ignorant.

To the ruling elite, such a rebellion was intolerable, and it had to be crushed at all costs.

As Robin's eyes burned with the flames of vengeance, Alexander's concern only deepened.

The current predicament was dire.

No matter how powerful Robin was in combat, he couldn't possibly withstand such an overwhelming barrage of artillery fire.

The reckless Yakonov would likely deploy air forces as well.

Those advanced weapons of great nations were not something that a mere handful of extraordinary individuals could defy with personal strength alone.

At the moment, they only had a single armed helicopter, and its firepower was extremely limited.

Even with 16 missiles onboard, it would be meaningless in a direct confrontation with Tanqueria military.

Just three miles ahead, the 118th Armored Regiment had already set up their rocket launchers in perfect formation, every barrel aimed at their aircraft.

A convoy of surface-to-air missile launchers was positioning itself, ready to strike. With a single command, they could press the launch button and annihilate Drakebane with brute force.

Despite the dire circumstances, Robin remained composed, unfazed by the threat closing in.

Alexander was convinced that Robin still had the super weapon launch system in his possession!

"Mr. Ramsey, should I contact the high-ranking officials of Tanqueria and expose Yakonov's secret alliance with the Dark Syndicate and the Panacea Ocean Warriors?"

Robin gave a slight smirk. "Do you really believe your intelligence team is full of fools?

"They've known about this for a while now.

"They deliberately ignored it, letting Yakonov and Pietro conspire with the Dark Syndicate, and secretly mobilize the army to eliminate me. They just didn't want to get their hands dirty.

"If you don't teach these scumbags a harsh lesson, they'll never understand what true suffering is!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A barrage of mid-sized tanks unleashed their first assault.

Explosive shells screamed through the dark sky, swarming toward the helicopter piloted by Robin.

As the defense force stationed at the northwest entrance of the Tanqueria, their gear was top-of-the-line.

Their advanced fire control systems ranked among the most powerful worldwide.

Before Robin could even steer away, the targeting system of the 118th Armored Regiment predicted his next move and fired in advance.

In an instant, Robin shut down all power, allowing the helicopter to plummet straight down with the pull of gravity.

Without a locked target, the enemy's fire control system malfunctioned.

All the incoming shells were missed completely.

However, Alexander was horrified by Robin's almost supernatural piloting skills.

At such a dangerously low altitude, with a helicopter loaded with rockets and missiles, cutting the power manually should have meant certain doom.

Jane and Anthony were equally stunned.

That kind of maneuver was practically a death wish!

Meanwhile, inside the command center of the 118th Armored Regiment, the atmosphere was euphoric.

The once-dominant Divine Drakebane had seemingly been taken down in a single strike.

The battlefield was littered with lifeless bodies, some torn to pieces, while others succumbed to madness.

Unable to endure the gruesome sight, several soldiers turned their weapons on themselves, ending their own lives with a single shot.

This method of suicide spread like wildfire among the soldiers, as one after another reached for their sidearms and fired a final shot into their own heads.

In their final moments, as they watched the armed helicopter rise from the 118th Armored Regimen's supply zone, a deep sorrow settled over them.

We chose the wrong adversary.

This catastrophe could have been avoided.

And yet, even in death, they never understood why their superiors had branded Divine Drakebane as an enemy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A frantic gunshot echoed through the battlefield.

The soldiers of the 118th Armored Regiment watched as that ghostly armed helicopter streaked violently toward the Northwest Defense Command Center. One by one, they marched toward their deaths.

In this ruthless war, trembling in horror, several pairs of eyes hidden in the shadows bore witness at the Drakebane's sheer, terrifying power.

Alone, he had twice faced off against the two elite armored divisions of the Northwest Defense Center.

And with a shockingly decisive victory, he utterly shattered this defensive line.

Tanqueria, once a terrifying force that struck fear across Ugonland and beyond, had been mercilessly crushed by Divine Drakebane!

News of this cataclysmic defeat was immediately transmitted back to headquarters by intelligence operatives from the Dark Syndicate, the Autreynia Intelligence Agency, and the Panacea Ocean Warrior Alliance.

This was an ominous warning!

The brutal resurgence of Divine Drakebane signaled an impending wave of vengeance, more ruthless than ever before.

Just a little over ten days prior, the regional leaders who had barely escaped missile strikes near Snow Dragon Pool convened an emergency meeting that lasted through the night.

Their sole objective was to find a way to extinguish Drakebane's wrath before it could spiral out of control.

At that moment, a transmission crackled through the communication lines at the 118th Armored Regiment's command center.

"Colonel Quaice, this is Yakonov! Respond immediately! What's the situation on the battlefield? Have you eliminated Drakebane yet?"

Collapsed over the command console, a wounded officer struggled to lift the receiver. With great effort, he rasped out his report, "General Yakonov, the 118th Armored Regiment has been completely annihilated. Colonel Quaice has fallen. Divine Drakebane is already en route to the Headquarters. His target is you, General Yakonov!"