The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1401

Word spread like wildfire across the lands of Netheris—Kage personally lead the mightiest warriors of the Dark Syndicate to Soulforge Mountain to execute Drakebane of Earthend. Excitement surged through the hearts of the people.

From every city and sect, elite warriors set out to witness the historic battle.

Crowds gathered in waves, chanting support, forming a roaring sea of bodies that stretched across the land.

Netheris erupted in a frenzy.

The eight major branches of the Syndicate, alongside the ten Archmages stationed by the Dark Syndicate, each mounted their exotic beasts and rallied toward the mountain.

Everyone knew this battle wasn't just about one man—it was about the fate of the entire realm. They couldn't afford to lose.

A victory meant glory for all; a defeat would bring ruin to everyone.

Netheris stood united in a rare moment of single-minded purpose; all eyes turned toward one enemy—Robin.

Even the reclusive expert, long absent from the world, emerged from their sanctuaries to head toward Soulforge Tower.

Within one hour, every path to Soulforge Mountain was flooded with warriors—mighty heroes, legendary champions.

It was such a magnificent group of display that even those who came just to gawk—curious bystanders hoping to witness a fight—felt their blood ignite with excitement.

Every top-tier warrior in Netheris had shown up.

This was the grandest military gathering in over a century of Dark Syndicate rule—an overwhelming show of power.

Onlookers whispered among themselves, their hearts pounding.

Divine Drakebane from Earthend may have been legendary, but against this army led by the High Pontiff himself? He didn't stand a chance.

"I heard Drakebane once single-handedly crushed an entire planet," someone whispered.

"Maybe. But he's arrogant beyond saving."

"Coming to our land and slaughtering without restraint—testing the Crownward Syndicate's patience like that? The High Pontiff won't let it slide!"

"Every Sanctified warrior under the Pontiff's banner is here. Even a galactic overlord would have trouble walking away alive from this."

"This time, Divine Drakebane's as good as dead."

A Peak Master from the Third Syndicate bragged loudly about the might of the Crownward Syndicate as if he held a personal grudge against Robin.

Mount after mount arrived—exotic beasts from all over Netheris carrying powerful warriors.

The crowd at the foot of the mountain counted them eagerly.

There were over 300 Warlords, 17 Wargods, and 10 Sanctars.

Each one rode a colossal beast, radiating power.

In less than an hour, the base of Soulforge Mountain was glowing. Energy surged in the air, and the sky above Soulforge shimmered with multicolored light due to the presence of these warriors.

"This is the grandest gathering since the birth of Netheris."

"Man, what a sight. I'm lucky just to be here to witness it."

Those who came to spectate were filled with awe.

Citizens at the mountain's base felt an overwhelming sense of national pride.

This wasn't just a show of strength. It was a message from the Dark Syndicate—we are the protectors of this realm. Anyone who dared to invade would be crushed—no exceptions.

No matter how powerful the enemy, they would leave nothing behind but dust and broken bones.

At the mountain summit, Hacyon scanned the terrifying army led by Kage and sighed.

"Robin, no matter how strong you are, how can you survive this?" she muttered.

"You have crossed the Crownward Syndicate and humiliated them. There's no way you'll leave here alive."

She leaned closer to her brother and urged, "Arthur, the High Pontiff is here. Robin won't survive this. You need to distance yourself now. If he dies and they saw we're still close to him, they'll wipe out our entire family."

Hacyon stared at her brother in disbelief. How could he say something so dangerous?

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