Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Chapter 402 Are you in a hurry? If you're really in a hurry, then let's fight.

Beneath the barren mountain, on the shallow beach, Stefan faced Ussel.

A gust of wind swept by, but Stefan remained motionless, his hand gripping the walking stick tightly. His meticulously combed slicked-back hair, which he had done before, now had two strands of silver hair sticking out from the edge of his forehead, and beads of sweat from his temples ran down his cheeks and hung on his chin.

Ussel let the wind tousle his fluffy, curly hair. When the wind had completely died down, he had transformed from a curly-haired young man into a beardless middle-aged man. In reality, he had merged with his summoned creature.

"Sigh, I thought I was early, but I'm late," Stefan sighed.

“Your magic is too low in purity; you can’t beat me,” Ursel said to Stefan.

“What do you mean by pure or impure?” Stefan laughed. “However, I certainly can’t beat you, old man, but that doesn’t matter. The point was just to keep you here so they could have a chance to stop the White Tower.”

“I see.” Ursel understood. “Then, come on, let’s try to get you to take me back with you as soon as possible.”

If Stefan can't hold on any longer, then naturally he'll have to be dragged back with him.

"Half an hour is no problem for me," Stefan said with a smile.

On the other side, there was no dialogue, only the sound of clashing weapons.

Driven by a violent force, the weapons—a massive warhammer—clashed with a one-handed axe and a one-handed sword, producing a continuous clang and sparks flying.

As the battle progressed, the white tower had turned sideways, parallel to the distant ground, and the two were no longer standing on the platform, but on the huge, sideways cylinder.

In another clash, Dinia unleashed a red beam of light at Rabelais the instant she dodged him.

Although Rabelais has extremely high resistance, a single breath that would knock a Tier 1 or Tier 2 down to their knees is like a tiny toothpick prick to him, but since it can still deal damage, it's better to take it.

"This guy is really strange. He basically plays passive defense and doesn't use his attack methods."

Dinia wasn't talking to herself, but to Ronan inside her.

"He's stalling for time. The white tower is flying towards the royal palace in the capital, and its speed is gradually increasing. It probably won't take more than fifteen minutes."

Ronan said.

Dinia was completely focused on the battle and had no time to think about anything else, but he had the energy to observe and speculate.

Although it's unclear what that huge lump was doing flying over there, it certainly wasn't anything good. Rabelais, a seventh-tier cultivator, was only defending and blocking, trying to minimize his own consumption. It can be inferred that he was saving his strength for later.

"What should we do?" Dinia asked while fighting, as she had no energy left to think.

Rabelais was indeed in a defensive stance, but as the pinnacle of physical mutation in this era, or even in history, his "defense" was not something that just anyone could withstand. Just this backhand hammer strike, intended to create distance, sent first and second-tier warriors straight into the church to listen to music.

"Find a way to stop this big guy. If you can't stop it, at least change its direction," Ronan said.

Dinia began to attack the white tower beneath her feet directly.

The White Tower is very strong and extremely thick. Even a single axe blow imbued with Dinia's red, berserk magic could only create a crack that looked deep but was actually less than a quarter of the way through the outer wall.

If we let her keep cutting, it might cause damage, but Rabelais isn't just for show.

In fact, with Rabelais's obstruction, Dinia could only manage to carve out some cracks.

While carrying out destruction, Dinia was also resisting Rabelais. Not only was Dinia's energy expenditure greater than that of Rabelais, but more importantly, it was simply impossible for her to complete the destruction in fifteen minutes.

After parrying another attack, Dinia changed her strategy with Ronan's guidance.

Dinia widened a breach at her feet with an axe, and a bunch of mycelial mushrooms resembling a swarm of small snakes were thrown in. Under Dinia's magical stimulation, these mushrooms would gradually cover the interior of the white tower. When that time came, Dinia would connect with these mushrooms, then grow to a gigantic size and forcibly pull the thing away.

Upon noticing Dinia's unusual behavior, Rabelais's attitude changed immediately, and he took the initiative to attack.

Dinia wasn't in a hurry at all. In another five minutes, the tentacle-like mycelium would permeate the entire White Tower. She could now do what Rabelais did at the beginning: defend and buy time.

In an instant, Rabelais launched a full-force attack, his hammer piercing through the defenses and slicing off a chunk of flesh from Dinia's arm, revealing the bare bone. The bone was covered with fine cracks, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Dinja, on the other hand, delivered a side kick that visually appeared to cause the opponent's left side waist to cave in, as if the kidney had been completely kicked into the stomach.

Dinia gritted her teeth and forcefully ripped off her injured hand. With a whoosh, a new, sleeveless, fair and tender arm grew out.

On the other side, Rabelais's waist bulged like dough, with the inside constantly wriggling, repairing and regenerating.

He can regenerate, but he's still far behind someone like Bidinia.

“Ha, he’s getting impatient,” Ronan said with a laugh.

"Don't laugh, you're not the one getting beaten up." Dinia muttered, throwing away her one-handed sword and wielding her battle axe with both hands, ready for battle. "However, you're about to get beaten up."

As soon as Dinia finished speaking, Rabelais threw away his warhammer.

The giant warhammer looked badly damaged, but it was actually much worse. Its interior was riddled with holes from the magic, and it would shatter at the slightest touch. After all, it was just a magical artifact, not a materialized object created by a materialist so that it could be repaired indefinitely.

In terms of the skill of using magic to launch attacks, Dinia, who was decades younger than him, far surpassed him. During the battle, his old friend of more than 30 years suffered great damage with every exchange.

His warhammer is no longer usable.

The magic was activated, instantly locking onto the fire with his left eye, a fire that was guaranteed to hit and never be extinguished; and locking onto the ice with his right eye, a fire that was guaranteed to hit and never be unsealed.

"Holy crap, this..." Ronan didn't know what to say for a moment.

In open terrain, Dinia's speed makes her difficult to catch, and it's extremely difficult to lock onto her with your eyes.

But now she has to stay here; there's no way to hide.

It could only rely on its armor and regeneration to withstand the erosion of fire and ice, while maintaining the spell-enhanced mushroom tentacles to continuously expand and encircle the White Tower.

Ronan, who was part of Dinia, naturally felt the same pain from this overwhelming attack.

And this is just the beginning.

Rabelais exploded with magic like a burst of energy, his upper body clothes ripped apart, revealing a scarred, muscular body that looked not like a human body, but rather like the muscles of a bronze sculpture that had been hacked and chopped.

Her white hair, which had been tied in a ponytail, now flowed freely. She released magic that shattered the massive warhammer. "Come, my old friend." The red and black fragments swirled and danced in the air, eventually reforming into a sword.

“Ronan.” Dinia plunged her tomahawk-shaped wand deep into the outer wall of the white tower.

"Understood." Ronan replied, and instantly, a sword appeared in Dinia's hand.

Combined Roddy, entering full-power mode.

The next instant, no one could be seen anymore; all that could be seen were two columns, one bronze and one red, resembling a comet with a tail, constantly intersecting and colliding around the white tower.

Chapter 403 The Joys and Sorrows of Extras, the Laments and Sighs of Clowns, Falling into a Disadvantage

Just as the battle between Roddy and Rabelais was reaching its climax, the capital city of Paristo was in a state of tightening at the center and dispersing at the periphery.

Inside the palace, the entire royal guard and most of the mage corps are located.

Outside the palace, the security forces were dispersed. The total number of police officers was less than a thousand, which was already a bit too few for the capital city with a population of over 400,000. With the forces dispersed, they were even less effective.

However, we didn't expect the police officers to do anything; we just hoped they would report any abnormalities promptly.

Lasami was one of the police officers assigned to patrol and surveillance duties.

He was feeling a little irritable at the moment, even though he had been happily studying math.

Yes, I enjoy learning math.

There is a reason for this, of course. Lasami is twenty-four years old and a novice magician. At his level, the possibility of becoming a proper mage before the age of thirty is not entirely nonexistent, but it is extremely slim. And the basic reality is that if he does not become a proper mage before the age of thirty, he will have no hope for the rest of his life.

However, times have changed.

Recently, a book called "The Basics of Alternative Magic" by the famous author Ronan has become popular. Actually, this book has been around for a while. Lasami had read it before, but he couldn't understand it. He tried to follow the instructions in the book, but it didn't work.

It all started with a recently published book, "The Mathematical Foundations of Basic Magic: Functions and Geometry." The book is primarily about mathematics, but if you understand this book, you can understand Ronan's book.

Several people who understood Ronan's book have achieved breakthroughs, all around the age of twenty-six or twenty-seven.

Ronan's book is of no use to many people who can master basic magic in their youth, but it is very useful to someone like him.

Lasami was studying math on his own when a shady vegetable vendor came and reported that he knew of someone secretly causing trouble in a certain place.

Normally, Lasami would have kicked him and sent him packing, but at this moment, he really didn't dare.

Not only did he not dare to, but he also had to go and investigate, even if he knew that this troublesome commoner was probably making a fuss over nothing.

It's not that he's afraid of something actually happening, but he's afraid someone will report him for ignoring citizens' complaints and not taking his work seriously.

At a time when higher authorities are demanding thorough inspections, civil servants who have a poor work attitude are in serious trouble.

Lhasa endured the stench and followed the vegetable vendor down a sewer maintenance tunnel. He opened the roof and came to a room. Peeking out, he saw an open space surrounded by a bunch of houses of varying heights.

"Fuck, this..."

Lasami didn't know what was in the open space. It looked like a cannon, but it was too big, and there were many mages around it. Fortunately there were so many mages, otherwise he would have definitely been detected by now.

"De Li..." Lasami was thinking about leaving quickly to send a signal, but before he could move, his head had already flown off, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The vegetable vendor who brought him there suffered the same fate.

The one who killed them both was Heath, who had been at the White Tower just two hours earlier.

Heath let out a sigh of relief. "Sure enough, the more complex the plan, the easier it is to make mistakes."

According to the message, the White Pagoda flew past the observation point later than scheduled, which means that the White Pagoda deviated from its intended flight path.

Meanwhile, on the other side, right in front of us, the magical cannons intended to bombard the royal palace were almost discovered.

"The more complex the plan, the more it proves how weak the person who made the plan is. Ha, I am that weak person."

Heath couldn't help but sigh.

If he were one or two levels stronger and had more influence, he wouldn't need to put on such a clown-like show here.

Reality is like a clown comedy.

The matter caught the attention of Stefan, who had been detached from worldly affairs for many years, from the very beginning, and the plan had to be adjusted.

His "sister" didn't follow his script and made a big fuss, so the plan had to be adjusted again.

The old man who wanted to be king wanted to kill him when he was still far from success. He had no choice but to fight back and kill the other party. Now there was no need to make adjustments, because half of the plan could already be considered a failure.

As for the other half, the plan to have the White Tower collide with the underground palace area where some of the White Tower's remains were buried seems to be very difficult.

"Sigh." Heath sighed and turned to leave.

If the plan completely fails, the only option is to blow up the White Pagoda and then run away.

With this in mind, Heath quickly headed to an observation point that the White Tower would inevitably fly over.

At the same time, Roddy and Rabelais were locked in fierce combat.

The enormous three-section white pagoda, which was flying faster and faster in the air, had a smooth, porcelain-like surface covered with uneven cracks resembling coarse black lines.

Most of the cracks were made by Dinia, but in order to stop Dinia's actions, Rabelais kept burning away the mushrooms that had seeped into the cracks with flames, and if there was no time, he would freeze them with ice to prevent Dinia from casting spells using these vine-like fungal groups.

At the same time, launch a full-scale attack on Roddy, trying to keep the two from controlling the flying white tower.

Even so, under Ronan's guidance, Dinia used mushroom magic to repeatedly deflect the White Tower from its intended path by unleashing magical power from the mushrooms.

If Ussel, the master of the White Tower, were still alive, this slight deviation could be corrected.

But he was pulled away by Stefan from the very beginning, and Rabelais was powerless to stop it.

Moreover, he also began to fall into a disadvantageous position in combat.

As a seventh-tier mutant, Rabelais's speed and strength are even stronger than the combined Roddy, and his coordination is not inferior to that of a specially constructed person like Dinia. Not to mention his physical strength, comprehensive resistance, and super vitality.

Needless to say, Rabelais was unknown in his youth, but began to make leaps and bounds in his middle age. He had been through countless battles, and the experience of fighting was etched into his body. Before his mind moved, his body had already reacted.

However, due to the injuries, he eventually began to weaken.

Roddy always recovers completely from each injury in a very short time.

In another exchange of blows, Rabelais's massive body moved with the agility of a snake, his movements swift and unpredictable. In the instant of the collision, he dodged Roddy's attack while simultaneously piercing Roddy's chest with his sword. With a twist of the blade, it spun like a giant drill, creating a large, hollow hole in Roddy's chest, completely empty, with not a trace of his internal organs visible.

Roddy's movements were completely unaffected. He threw a punch, and Rabelais snapped the sword piercing his chest in two. One piece in his hand turned into a dagger, and he used it to sever Roddy's arm with a backhand stroke.

However, Roddy's arm did not stop moving at all. The sloping surface of the bone cut directly into Rabelais's neck, and just as he opened his mouth, a burst of red light from the combined magic was sprayed into his face.

Rabelais tilted his head and kicked backward, shattering Roddy's kneecap in the instant before flying backward.

Roddy ripped off his shattered kneecap with one hand, and with a forceful flick of his wrist, a new half-forearm and hand grew out.

In the blink of an eye, everything was back to normal.

Rabelais gasped for breath, each breath causing blood to gush from the hole in his throat. His cheeks, which had been swept by the red beam of fused magic, were now devoid of flesh, revealing his bloody gums and teeth.

Chapter 404 Victory or Defeat, Farewell, All Must Be Taken

Her long, snow-white, pale gold hair fluttered in the wind. Dinia lowered her center of gravity, crouched low, and used her sword to stabilize herself by plunging it into the curved surface beneath her feet. Her face showed an expression of relief, and she was panting heavily.

The massive loss of magic and life force, and the constant accumulation of pain and fatigue were only part of the reason. The real reason she showed such an expression was that when the hole was just opened, Ronan's body was inside that huge chunk of flesh that had been ripped apart and shattered. If he hadn't been quick enough, he would have been shattered too.

"He can't really lock onto me yet, otherwise he should be using precision strikes instead of reckless ambushes. Besides, he's starting to weaken. I can move freely inside your body, so he won't have another chance to do that. Don't let me affect the fight."

Ronan said to Dinia.

Although both sides were on a flying cylinder, making the battlefield quite small, and the opponent was a mutant with all his magic in his body, making the battle almost purely melee, Ronan did not take over the battle with a combat mindset.