The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1392

The suffocating pressure in the air forced every cultist to the ground—every one of them except Hacyon, who stood frozen in shock and disarray.

Amid the chaos, she looked up at Robin's icy, unyielding back.

Her heart pounded, her entire body trembled.

The Soulforge Tower wasn't just any place—it was the pride of the Ninth Syndicate, a sacred cornerstone of their power, and a symbol of prestige for the Crownward Syndicate of Netheris.

And Robin had just obliterated it with a single, merciless blow, leaving no room for retreat or negotiation.

This wasn't just arrogance or defiance anymore—this was outright war against the Dark Syndicate.

After destroying the Soulforge Tower, a symbol of the Ninth Syndicate's authority, there was no way Talmud would let Robin walk away alive.

"That lunatic destroyed the Soulforge Tower?"

Voices roared from within the swirling dust and debris. Seven piercing beams of light cut through the smoke.

As the dust finally settled, seven towering figures stood still and firm—the Archmages of the Wargod Realm, the elite force of the Ninth Syndicate.

This was the Syndicate's mightiest lineup—second only to Talmud himself.

"Mr. Ramsey ... " Vania stepped forward, speaking in a hushed voice. "That's nearly every top-tier warrior the Ninth Syndicate has."

Hacyon scoffed coldly. "At this point, even the gods can't save him."

Robin didn't bother to respond. He took a step forward and said, "So what if I destroyed this filthy place?"

"I'm not just here to level the Soulforge Tower. I'm here to wipe the Ninth Syndicate off the map."

The lead figure, a middle-aged man with a frigid gaze, studied Robin and asked, "Who are you, and why such deep hatred for the Ninth Syndicate?"

His name was Duane Lodeiro—one of the Ten Guardians of the Ninth Syndicate and the strongest among them.

Robin glanced at the seven Chief Guardians, his expression cold as ice. "The so-called defenders of the Dark Syndicate—always pretending to be righteous, spouting morals and virtue. But behind the scenes, you're nothing but monsters."

He casually flicked his fingers and sneered, "Let's call it like it is. You're a bunch of beasts, thugs, and garbage hiding behind a holy banner with the Pontiff as your leader."

Duane's expression darkened, as did those of the other six guardians. "For that insult alone, we could kill you where you stand," Duane said flatly. "But the Crownward Syndicate has always prided itself on cherishing every citizen of Netheris, valuing life and dignity.

"That's the only reason you're still breathing.

"You should be grateful for the High Pontiff's benevolence—for the harmony and kindness he's brought to this land."

"Chief Guardian Duane," Vania interjected, stepping forward, her voice tense, "Mr. Ramsey is here because of what happened to Ms. Clayton."

She knew what Robin was about to do. She also knew exactly what he was capable of.

That overwhelming power ... It could wipe out every top-tier warrior in the Ninth Syndicate.

She had to try. Mentioning Rita was the only chance to stop this from spiraling further out of control.

"Ms. Clayton?" Duane glanced at Rita and instantly understood.

He knew exactly what kind of man Talmud was.

Talmud liked to put on a regal, righteous front—always posturing like some noble, god-sent ruler. But behind the curtain, He and his kind were despicable, depraved scum.

And it wasn't just Talmud. Most of the upper ranks of the Netheris Domain were the same.

Duane and his fellow Guardians had all come from humble beginnings, with no family, no influence.

When they were young, they too had once believed in the High Pontiff's sermons—believed that the Crownward Syndicate existed solely to serve the people of Netheris with selfless devotion.

Duane had once looked up to the leaders of the Dark Syndicate with tears in his eyes, full of gratitude and admiration.

But the closer he got to the core of the Crownward Syndicate, the more he realized the truth.

These men were nothing but actors with impeccable performances.

In front of the cameras, they embodied virtue, compassion, justice, and loyalty.

But behind the scenes?

They sized him up and realized that none of the seven of them could confidently say they'd win in a one-on-one fight against him.

At this point, dignity no longer mattered.

They exchanged looks, silently agreeing that their only hope was to fight together.

They would perform the Soulforge of Seven Stars and surely defeat him.

Bang! The Seven Guardians moved into formation around Robin.

In an instant, a chilling killing aura filled the entire front hall.

At the same time, the air was filled with the eerie sound of ghostly wails and howls.

The Soulforge of Seven Stars was a treasure of the Ninth Syndicate.

Anyone below the level of Highest Sanctar had no hope of surviving it.

Roar!

The chilling screeches of tortured souls seemed to tear the space apart, turning the whole area into a frozen hell.

The temperature in the entire Ninth Syndicate plummeted to freezing.

Everyone collapsed to the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

Vania, in particular, was horrified.

The Soulforge of Seven Stars was one of the Dark Syndicate's most coveted techniques.

It was the method Talmud had used to establish his faction.

It was the second most powerful technique in the entire syndicate, just behind the Third Syndicate.

No one in the Netheris Domain had ever survived the Soulforge of Seven Stars.