Vol. 6 Ch. 99

Kaiser overlooked one thing—he wasn't the only one trying to steal something from the enemy in this battle.

And it was his own carelessness that let it happen. He’d inadvertently used the power of the Wind Spirit Thunder Core, which gave that little brat the idea to snatch it.

After Noa slipped away with the Core, something subtle shifted in Kaiser's mindset.

He rushed forward immediately, trying to take it back.

However, the Dragon Kings, led by Odin, surged in to block his path.

“Kid, getting something that important stolen by a child—must sting, huh?”

Morgan tried to fan the flames of the already simmering rage within Kaiser.

“What a shame. Seems your intel wasn’t thorough enough. If you’d taken a closer look at the Silver Dragon Prince’s eldest daughter, you would’ve kept a much tighter guard. Puhuhuhu.”

Kaiser clenched his teeth, keeping his composure.

Though his mental state had cracked slightly, it wasn’t enough to make him lose all rationality and lash out mindlessly.

The Dragon Kings, who had been holding the front lines until now, clearly shifted tactics from suppression to delay.

And the latter was far easier than the former.

If Kaiser still chose to attack recklessly, they were ready to face him head-on. But if he tried to stall, they’d gladly play along, giving that brat time to get far, far away.

Realizing this, Kaiser immediately dropped the conventional battle plan.

He turned to search for Carl, wanting to coordinate the next move.

But when he looked over—Carl was already on the verge of getting beaten into a crippled pulp by Rosvisser, who was wielding the Sacred Spear.

Even the airborne cavalry Carl had summoned were strewn all over the ground.

Just as Kaiser could take down the Dragon Kings in five minutes, Rosvisser could obliterate Void Realm fighters in the same time.

The Wind Queen flicked her spear with a feint, spun, and launched a fierce side-kick that sent Carl flying.

After crashing through several trees, Carl's body finally slammed into a pile of rocks and stopped.

“Well done, Little Ros!”

Isha had just taken down the last Void soldier on her side and ran over to Rosvisser.

But she was so drained that her steps faltered, nearly tripping.

“Sis, are you okay?”

Rosvisser hurriedly moved to support Isha’s arm.

Isha shook her head. “I’m fine. I just didn’t expect the Sacred Spear transformed from Xiaoxue to be this powerful—it totally flattened that guy.”

Rosvisser looked down at the golden spear in her hand and murmured,

“It’s true… it’s so strong I can hardly believe it myself.”

Wounded, Carl gazed over at them, his eyes eventually locking onto Isha.

“This damn Red Dragon tail is about at its limit… looks like Kaiser got the Core… I’ve got no choice. I’m gonna gamble!”

With that, Carl dragged his broken body forward, forcibly squeezing out the last of his strength, and shot toward Isha.

As the sisters conversed, Rosvisser instantly sensed Carl’s movement and turned with a sweeping strike of her spear.

Golden energy exploded outward, sending the would-be attacker flying.

“Kaiser!! That Red Dragon’s totally exhausted!! Trade her for the Core!!”

Carl screamed hoarsely.

Kaiser froze. “What…”

“Hurry up!! Kaiser!! If we lose the Core, do you think the master will let you live?! Screw your damn principles!!”

In that moment, a storm of thoughts tore through Kaiser’s mind.

After a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth—and in a flash, appeared behind the two sisters.

Rosvisser raised her spear to defend, but Kaiser wasn’t aiming for her at all.

His target was... Isha!

Kaiser leapt into the air and landed a spinning kick on Rosvisser’s spear.

Rosvisser grounded her feet, digging a long double track in the earth as she absorbed the impact.

Separated from her sister, Isha was left vulnerable—and Kaiser lunged straight at her.

Isha, almost out of strength, could barely react in time before Kaiser’s hand locked around her throat.

“Sis!!”

“Aunt Isha!”

“Red Dragon King…”

Kaiser held her up by one knee, lifting her steadily into the air.

Isha gripped his wrist, her crimson dragon eyes reflecting his face.

On Kaiser’s face was a subtle… and oddly helpless expression.

“You’ve been fighting using Primordial Power this whole time. It’s obvious that kind of technique takes a toll on someone like you. But unlike your sister, you don’t have the Sacred Spear Gungnir’s support.”

His voice was low.

“Your other techniques are mostly physical strikes, which obviously burn through stamina much faster.”

“And the rest of those Dragon Kings are still in top form, so…”

He paused, let out a heavy sigh, and looked away.

No longer meeting Isha’s gaze, he continued.

“So I’m left with no choice but to use you as a hostage.”

Isha tried to fight back, but Kaiser had been right—her fighting style drained her magic and stamina. Now that he had her locked down, she had no way to escape.

“Goddamn it… fuck, using a hostage and still wearing that 'I didn't want to do this' face?” Isha growled through gritted teeth.

Kaiser opened his mouth, as if to speak.

But the words never came out—he swallowed them back down.

“Nice job, Kaiser!”

Carl sneered, casting a glance at Isha and then turning to Kaiser. “This time, no way they won’t hand over the goods.”

Kaiser ignored him and looked at Rosvisser and the Dragon Kings.

“She’s your sister, isn’t she?”

Kaiser said,

“Give me back the Wind Spirit Thunder Core, and ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) I’ll release her.”

“Yes! And the Key too—hand them both over!” Carl chimed in.

Kaiser shot him a cold glance before turning back to the opposing group.

“I’ll trade the Core. The Key—I’ll fight for it.”

Carl blinked, totally caught off guard.

“Kaiser, you!—”

“The enemy already broke my principles. But losing the Core—that’s my own failure. So I can accept doing this to get it back.”

Kaiser said calmly, composed,

“If the master punishes me, I’ll take the blame alone.”

Carl, frustrated but resigned, said nothing more. He knew what Kaiser was like—rigid as steel, would rather break than bend.

So he stayed silent and let the negotiation play out.

“I don’t have much patience. Hand over the Core.”

Kaiser demanded.

“Sis…”

Rosvisser tightened her grip on the Sacred Spear. She knew Kaiser's strength—if they attacked rashly, he could kill Isha in an instant.

“Don’t, don’t give it to him!”

Isha rasped. “You mustn’t let those Void Realm bastards win!”

“But sis—”

“Little Ros! Don’t give it to him, do you hear me! Get Noa as far away from here as possible!”

“I…”

Kaiser listened silently to the sisters’ exchange, his dark purple eyes faintly melancholic.

“So, no matter what world it is… older sisters always talk to their younger siblings like this.”

He muttered, a little wistful, a little nostalgic.

But quickly, Kaiser raised his head again.

“I’ll give you five seconds. Otherwise… I’ll kill her.”

“Aunt Isha…”

“Let go of the Red Dragon King, you despicable bastard!”

“…”

No matter how much Morgan tried to provoke him, Kaiser just listened quietly.

“Threatening your enemy with a hostage’s life… it’s always been a deadlock, from ancient times to now.”

Kaiser said in a low voice, “So don’t waste time. There won’t be any surprises. Hand over the Wind Spirit Thunder Core—”

“What do you mean, ‘there won’t be any surprises’?”

A voice interrupted him from the back of the crowd.

“You’re using Isha as a hostage—then I’ll use your sister.”

The moment that familiar voice rang out, it was like Rosvisser had grabbed hold of a lifeline. A gleam passed through her silver eyes.

She and Noa turned toward the voice.

The spatial gate slowly opened—and out stepped three figures.

“Leon…”