The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1391

The two women standing beside Sylvie instinctively drew their swords at the sight of Robin's ruthless brutality. "Do ... Do you have any idea what Pontiff Talmud will do to you for killing people in the Ninth Syndicate?"

"I don't need to know," Robin said coldly. Then, with two swift punches, he smashed their heads to pieces.

He casually grabbed the front of Dayton's white robe and wiped the blood from his hands.

Dayton, a high-tier Grandmaster, couldn't even breathe under the crushing pressure that felt like the sky was falling. His entire body trembled, his knees buckled—and with a heavy thud, he dropped to his knees.

He didn't dare move.

He knew exactly why this man was acting so violently. All he could do now was hope—hope Robin wouldn't bother with him.

Every cultist present lowered their heads and dropped to the ground, not a single one daring to make a sound.

They had never witnessed such a gruesome scene in their lives.

"Ms. West ... Honored Lord!" Rita's wounds—both internal and external—had already begun to heal rapidly after consuming two Bloodshade Fruits.

The immense pure energy of the fruit revived her dying cells, setting off a chain of rapid regeneration throughout her entire body.

In less than 10 minutes, she was not only fully recovered, but she felt even stronger and more alive than before her near-death state.

"It's you!" she cried, clutching Daphne's arm, as if needing to feel that she was truly alive.

Daphne gently wiped the tears from Rita's face and cupped her cheeks, her joy overflowing. "Yes, Rita. It's us!

"Come on, let me take you to Mr. Ramsey. Honored Lord is going to wipe out every last bastard in this place for you!"

Rita quickly looped her arm around Daphne's and hurried to Robin. She tried to kneel before him, but he caught her before she could. "Rita, you don't need to do that.

"If they dared to lay a hand on you, I'll make them all pay—with the lives of every piece of trash in the Ninth Syndicate."

"Honored Lord!" Rita threw herself into Robin's arms, her voice trembling. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"When I heard you'd been attacked in Snow Valley, Ms. West and I were ready to avenge you, even if it meant dying with the ones who hurt you. I never imagined ... "

Robin held the trembling woman close, his eyes darkening with a growing, seething rage. "Stop crying," he said. "Once I wipe out every last scumbag in the Dark Syndicate, we'll go home."

Rita slowly stopped sobbing. She looked up at Robin, then over at Daphne, and a rare, radiant smile spread across her face.

"Honored Lord ... Ms. West ... I never want to be separated from you again!"

Just then, Hacyon, Vania, and the others rushed into the hall—only to be met with a chilling, blood-soaked scene that sent a jolt of terror through them.

Hacyon wanted to demand an explanation for Robin's rampage, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. She knew all too well that someone like Robin wasn't someone she could afford to challenge.

But the moment her eyes landed on Rita standing next to him, everything became clear.

Robin had come for her.

"Robin ... she ... she belongs to Pontiff Talmud. You can't just take her!" Hacyon finally forced the words out.

Robin shot her a cold glance. "Did I say I was leaving right now?"

"What do you mean by that?" Hacyon asked, shrinking back under the weight of his icy gaze.

He looked like a beast you dared not provoke.

Robin swept his eyes around the hall, expressionless. "My blade hasn't had its fill of blood yet. Why would I leave?"

"You ... what are you planning to do?" Hacyon's heart dropped. She could already feel the storm coming.

"I'm warning you—don't be reckless! The High Pontiff has many powerful warriors under his command. If you keep going down this path, the entire Netheris Syndicate will turn against you!

"The legacy the High Pontiff built won't be destroyed because of your foolishness!"

"Get on your knees!" Robin barked coldly. "Someone like you deserves to live your whole life in chains!"

Bang! Hacyon dropped to her knees with a sickening crack against the stone floor of the hall.

Carlon's right fist surged forward, wrapped in the concentrated might of a Highest Wargod's vital energy, striking at Robin.

"You're all worthless." Robin didn't even move from his spot. He simply raised his fist and met the blow head-on.

Bang! The impact exploded like a thunderclap. The entire front hall's roof was blown away, and the stone walls crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye.

"Robin, you ... You can't kill Chief Guardian Carlon ... " Hacyon's voice caught in her throat. Carlon had already been reduced to a cloud of blood mist.

Off to the side, Vania could only shake her head with a bitter smile.

The image of Robin effortlessly wiping out the Thirteen Guardians atop Mount Netheris was still fresh in her mind.

Carlon may have held the rank of Highest Wargod, but he couldn't even withstand a single punch.

Robin had only used 30 percent of his strength—yet there wasn't a scrap of bone left. Carlon had been completely erased.

Hacyon lowered her head in silent defeat.

She still couldn't fathom just how powerful Robin truly was.

Dayton and every other cultist from the Ninth Syndicate stood frozen in shock.

Who is this man that can obliterate Chief Guardian Carlon with one strike?

"Tell Talmud to get out here!"

Robin pointed a finger toward Dayton and the others, then turned and threw a punch across the hall, toward the Soulforge Tower, 98 feet away.

Bang!

The tower, which had stood for 50 years, crumbled and exploded in an instant.

Robin's killing intent engulfed the entire Ninth Syndicate like a tidal wave.