The Deadly Novelssss 1237

napter 1237 1 Demand All The chill of the night winds were biting, more than ever.

“You have unconventional weapons? So do I.”

Yet the freezing danger in Robin’s words were more threatening than whatever the winds could bring.

A cold, heavy silence swept over Gustov and the Tanqueria officials.

The memory of Sakurania’s naval destruction was fresh vivid. The annihilation of the 88 Fleet had etched itself into their minds, making it impossible to forget.

After that cataclysmic assault, Tanqueria’s weapons experts had pored over the event. They analyzed every detail, every angle.

Robin’s attack speed had surpassed anything they knew. Faster than the world’s most advanced missiles.

The strike was instantaneous. Five seconds from order to obliteration.

If Robin still controlled such superweapons, if Tanqueria gave the order to unleash unconventional weapons against him, no one would question his ability to press the button and wipe them out.

Once he entered,attack mode, there would be no retreat, no stopping him.

One mistake, and Tanqueria could vanish from the face of the earth.

The weight of the moment settled over the room. The top Tanqueria officials, seasoned warriors, stared at Robin with a new understanding.

This was no ordinary man. This was a reaper, a madman, a devil.

When fueled by vengeance, Divine Drakebane was unstoppable.

Thomas, standing quietly nearby, shifted his attention to Zayden and Trix. He knew these two had worked with Robin before.

Zayden and Trix met his gaze.

They understood what he was trying to say.

They had seen Robin’s wrath firsthand. His threats weren’t just words.

Thomas’s eyes stayed locked on Robin, a cold chill creeping down his spine.

He couldn’t fathom the devastation if Robin unleashed his full power.

Gustov took a slow, steady breath. “Mr. Drakebane, I won’t deny it. You’re powerful. Your courage could topple even the strongest.

“But heed this He leaned forward, eyes sharp. “Do you really believe the land you stand on is secure?

nardened, his voice steady. “They will not allow a threat to stay to them.

“Power structures won’t tolerate someone like you. Your pride, your strength, your charisma you as a threat, “Even if you don’t mean to harm them, they will see you as a danger that must be eradicated.

Robin’s cold laugh cut through the air. “I don’t need your reminder about the politics. And don’t even think about playing divide–and–conquer to make me back down.”

Gustov nodded, his face unreadable. “You might be right. But hear me out.

He paused, locking eyes with Robin. Years ago, I had dealings with your grandfather, the Dragon Lord.”

His voice softened, respect mingling with the memory. I was in awe of him–his strength, his character.

But your grandfather, and your father, Young Lord Dragon, disappeared at the height of their power. Vanished without a trace.

“Twenty years, and no one has answered why.”

He leaned forward, his voice growing low. “Do you really believe the invincible Dragon Lord fell to a rival or an ambush?”

He shook his head slowly. “That’s only one piece of the puzzle.

“I’ll give you a hint. Back then, the Dark Night Alliance and Dark Syndicate had their fingers deep in the land.

“Many powerful figures were in their grasp.

“Your own people could take down a superhero without anyone else’s help.”

Gustov let out a quiet laugh. “And it’s still the same today.”

His tone grew darker, colder. “If you don’t get back to your family soon, your friends, your fiancée, and your loved ones they’ll be hunted down. Tortured. Killed. Persecuted by your own people.

…

“Don’t believe me? Try it.”

Robin’s eyes locked onto Gustov’s. He wiped the snow from his shoulder with a slow, deliberate motion. “Are you done? Then make your move.”

His words echoed through the tense silence. “Enough talk. It’s all just nonsense.

Gustov’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. “Alright. Mr Drakebane, what does Tanqueria need to do for you to walk away?”

The moment the words left his lips, the room froze. The high–ranking Tanqueria officials recognized the shift. The God of War was beginning to compromise.

Robin’s steps were measured, every movement calculated. His voice rang out, cold as steel. Each word carved through the silence like a blade.

“Tanqueria’s highest leadership must publicly apologize to Divine Drakebane. They must apologize +8 Pearls Quintana Residence.”

His gaze never wavered. “Valdemar, the Director of Tanqueria’s National Scucity Bureau, must be handed over to me.

“Only then will this matter be settled.”

The demand was impossible. A direct blow to Tanqueria’s pride. They could never submit to a single man, let alone publicly apologize.

And handing over Valdemar? That was beyond unthinkable.

Tanqueria could never accept such terms.

Gustov’s face darkened, his features tightening with fury. “Divine Drakebane, you’ve gone too far!”

His voice dropped, sharper now. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?

“Not only have you broken the world’s rules, you clearly have no understanding of how people like us work.

For years, those of our power have respected a mutual non–aggression pact–honoring peace, upholding balance.”

And yet here you are, hell–bent on destroying that sacred rule!”

Do you understand the consequences? Your actions might even turn your own leaders against you.”

“Break the rules?” Robin scoffed, his laughter cutting through the tension like a blade. “I’m not the one who broke them first.”

“Enough talk! If you can’t accept my demands, then let’s settle this the old–fashioned way. Fight me!”

Gustov shuddered. The weight of it settled in his chest.

He knew–Tanqueria had been the first to cross the line Yakonov’s missile strike on Snow Valley had been quietly approved by Tanqueria’s highest ranks, It was all part of a carefully laid plan–one aimed at removing a threat with someone else’s hand.

They hadn’t expected Robin to survive.

And then, Valdemar’s catastrophic decision made it worse.

They were now trapped in this unbearable mess.

Gustov finally dropped his proud posture, his shoulders slumping.

“Mr. Drakebane, right and wrong… it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yakonov made a mistake, but you’ve already exacted your revenge.

“Can we find some middle ground?

G Chapter 1237 1 Demand All “We won’t make you apologize or offer rep ways in peace. Let this end.”

+8 Pearls to the world. Just… let go of this obsession. We can part “Peace? Let it go?” Robin laughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the biting cold.

His laughter vibrated the still night, making the air feel colder, the tension unbearable.

Thomas stepped forward, voice cautious. “Mr. Drakebane, this is a fair proposal. Continuing this fight is meaningless–it’ll only lead to mutual destruction, or worse.”

“Get lost!” Robin roared, the cold in his voice enough to freeze the air.

“My vengeance would have ended once the Northwest Defense Base fell.”

“But your National Security Bureau insisted on eliminating me.

“And now you want to talk peace?

“You’ve challenged my authority. You’ll pay for it tenfold!

“If you want to back out, you’ll meet every one of my demands!”

Gustov’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous fire burning in them. A heavy, murderous aura radiated from him “Divine Drakebane, do you really think Tanqueria has no way of dealing with you?!”

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