Chapter 877: This wasn’t the plan
Borg couldn’t wrap his head around it. Robert’s parents had both been killed by dragons. He should have been the last person to betray them.
It was for that very reason that Borg had trusted his intelligence in the first place. Of course, he’d sent his own scouts to verify the report before the mission, but by then, the fire dragon had already reached the Legendary level. It had hidden its true power, and the scouts were completely deceived by the illusion.
"Why?"
"If you had just handed over Yala and sold the Dragonslayer’s Lance Mercenary Corps’ hidden assets to us, you wouldn’t be in this mess today," Robert sneered.
As he spoke, his body began to transform. His skin wrinkled and hardened as patches of dragon scale pushed through from underneath. His hands contorted, sharpening into draconic claws.
"You bastard," Borg choked out. "You’ve undergone draconic transformation. A traitor. A traitor through and through."
With his dying breath, Borg wasn’t just saying Robert had betrayed him; he had betrayed his entire race.
"Commander!"
"Commander!"
The voices of Neil, Yala, and Alilien, the three remaining Alpha-level pillars of the corps, cried out. They finally reacted, rushing toward their fallen leader.
But just as they moved, another figure stepped into their path. It was Aiden, his lance held defensively, blocking them.
"Aiden!"