Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Isabel crossed her arms and nodded. "That's right, you are a thief who stole the country."

Ambrina suppressed a laugh. "I completely agree."

“That’s right,” Dinia added.

Ronan couldn't help but sigh, "Now I'm starting to understand why Indians don't allow women to have superhuman strength."

Before she could finish speaking, Dinia raised her fist, ready to remind Ronan to watch his words. Just then, the female guard who had gone to report earlier returned, and Dinia immediately became serious again.

The female guard told the group that they were allowed to enter, but only men, with the sole exception being Falek, who looked more Aryan and spoke fluent Arabic. She claimed to be a relative of a local nobleman, but no one questioned her.

Ronan made an excuse to go and discuss something, then called the group to leave. Dinia then entered Ronan's body and parasitized him, Ashley entered a shadow state and brought Kate into it, while the others remained outside for the time being.

On the surface, only Ronan and the monk Rabelais, two men, and Falek, a "local woman," entered the temple.

Upon entering the temple, Ronan noticed that it was crowded with people. Besides the women with basic supernatural powers, like the female guards at the entrance, but dressed more provocatively, resembling maids, and some dressed more simply, likely lower-ranking male clergy, there were also many worshippers, both men and women, of various castes, but none of them were from out of town.

Seriously, it's not a holiday, and a bunch of people are doing nothing but worshipping gods in broad daylight.

“Let’s go to Ganesha’s side,” Rabelais called out.

"What kind of god is Ganesha?" Ronan asked.

“The God of Wealth,” Rabelais replied.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.” Ronan smiled.

Chapter 720 Come again tonight, Brahmin doesn't seem like a Brahmin, who is right?

In this vast temple complex, Ganesha did not even have a room for worshippers to occupy indoors. Instead, there was only a small altar and a statue in the outer square for worshippers to offer their prayers.

As they walked closer, three very conspicuous figures came into view.

The shorter one was still taller than Ronan, at least 1.9 meters, but much wider. The other two were both over 2 meters tall, fat and strong, with legs like stone pillars and extremely thick arms. The skin on their arms and legs was not human-like, and their heads and faces were no longer human-like, but rather elephant heads with large ears, long trunks, and a pair of white tusks.

This is the uniquely Indian alien warrior, and also the core of the Kshatriya class.

Ronan had seen monkeys, elephants, and snakes along the way, but even the largest of the elephant-men he had seen was smaller than this smallest one. Clearly, as the core region of India, the number and strength of superhumans here far surpassed those in the peripheral regions.

However, in their daily lives, these people don't maintain this state, otherwise life would be very inconvenient—some people on their journey had told Ronan and his companions this. Without the added power, these warriors are merely taller and stronger than ordinary people, but this time is different; they have come to worship the gods and have given their best.

“What we’re looking for should be beneath the altar of Ganesha,” Rabelais whispered. To the others, there was nothing unusual about the area, but in his “vision,” a beam of golden light shot into the sky from the ground.

“Then I’m afraid we’ll have to come over tonight,” Ronan replied, still hoping to avoid causing any major disturbance.

Just then, Rabelais suddenly said, "Someone's coming, heading this way."

"Hmm?" Ronan's surprised voice had barely escaped when he sensed it.

Looking back, a few dozen meters away, an old man with dark skin, clearly of high caste, white hair and beard, thin but not withered or aged, with hardly any wrinkles, wearing a turban, sat on a scepter that flew horizontally. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ronan and his companions. Then, the scepter stood upright, and the old man sat steadily on it.

Upon witnessing the old man, all the practitioners and believers around stopped what they were doing and knelt down to worship him.

“The three of you, come with me,” the old man said. Ronan couldn’t understand his language, but he understood what he meant.

As Falek took a step, Ronan pressed down on her shoulder. "Go back and find a safe place to stay with Anri and the others."

The three are not her, nor Ashley and Kate in the shadows, but only Ronan, Rabelais, and Dinia inside Ronan.

"How about adding one?" Ronan asked, adding one of course being Caterpillar.

The old man did not reply; the scepter returned to its horizontal position and carried him away into the distance.

Ronan took it as a yes. Kate appeared, a floating shield appeared, and Ronan, who was being parasitized by Dinia, chased after them with Kate.

Rabelais flashed and followed.

During the flight, Rabelais revealed Ronan's identity to the old man, Shinash Bawa, whose parents were Kshatriyas, but who was now a Brahmin. The reason was simple: he possessed the power of divine incarnation, that is, summoning, and his strength was already at the pinnacle of the superhumans. In addition, he had long ago sworn never to marry, so he was a Brahmin.

Any old, strict system is always willing to make concessions for the strong, especially when the strong are willing to join.

In less than half a minute, the group arrived at a forest near a river more than ten kilometers away. Shinash landed gently, his bare feet touching the soil, and slowly began to speak, "After waiting for many years, you have finally arrived."

When Hinaš opened his mouth, he spoke in Wielandian.

That's strange. The Weylanders' influence hasn't extended here yet. Even if it had, with Shinash's peak transcendent strength, would he need to learn the Weylanders' language just to communicate with them? Absolutely not.

Ronan's first thought was strange, but then, recalling that he had said he had been waiting for a long time, Ronan thought of someone, "Victor?"

“Yes, I had some conversations with him. Before he left, he said that one day, men and women favored by God would come here,” Shinash said, looking at Ronan’s shoulder.

Clearly, it was during his interactions with Viktor that Shinash learned Wielandic.

A giant mushroom sprouted from Ronan's shoulder. The mushroom burst open, and Dinya quickly emerged from it, leaping lightly to the ground. "In that case," she said, "we hope Your Excellency will be kind to us, and we will surely repay you."

Hinash shook his head, waved his hand, and continued forward, "No rush."

As they ventured deeper into the forest, Ronan and his companions quickly discovered something unusual: many of the plants in the forest were not ordinary plants, but magical plants, and in addition, there were magical beasts.

"Where is this?" Ronan asked.

“A place entrusted to me by an Eastern hermit,” Shinash said again in Seres, “where all beings are equal.”

“Your Excellency certainly has a wide circle of friends, but you are a Brahmin,” Ronan said. Is it appropriate for a Brahmin to talk about the equality of all beings?

“Legend has it that Brahmins are the mouth of God. Now, the mouth is on my body. I can say whatever I want. Even if I’m spouting Jainism, who can shut me up? Those people can only explain to their followers that I didn’t mean that.” Shinash spoke extremely arrogantly in a solemn tone.

Ronan couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with him. Over the years, the emperors he had encountered didn't seem like emperors, the popes didn't seem like popes, and now the Brahmins didn't seem like Brahmins either. Could it be that all people with extraordinary powers and high positions in the religion secretly despise religion?

Hmm, it seems that's really the case.

After walking for a while, Shinash remained silent, only answering when he felt like it and remaining silent when he didn't. Ronan tried to get to the point several times, but Shinash suddenly fell silent. Finally, he stopped and said, "I know you are also looking for the body of God. Don't rush. Anyway, that's the last one. I've already obtained the others."

"Wait, a divine body?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

They're looking for an entrance to another dimension. What are those bodies?

"It seems you don't understand either. The world we live in is a scribble by the true God. When the ink dries, the world will be destroyed. Only the messenger of God can guide true believers into the true world and into the true cycle of reincarnation. However, the messenger of God, in the battle with the Asura of the East seventeen hundred years ago, although he won, he was also severely injured and had to separate his body and scatter it to different places, waiting for different destined people to appear and usher in the day of resurrection."

Shinash recounted.

Upon careful consideration, the divine messenger he spoke of was probably Nigan, who was also an artificial intelligence robot, while the Eastern Asura was Luo.

But his story is quite different from Lavigne's version; according to him, Nigan won and Lo lost.

Which version of the story is correct?

Chapter 721: They might all be right, but the problem is too obvious; it's arrogant and cunning.

Both are probably true.

Lo won the duel, but Lo died later. Nigan appeared to be dead, but he wasn't actually completely dead. He had prepared a way to revive before the duel, so you could say that Nigan was the real winner.

Of course, it's also possible that none of these are correct.

"Follow me," Shinash called out, stepping forward to lead the way.

Rabelais was the first to follow.

Ronan and his two companions were behind them.

“Nigan can’t replicate consciousness, and Lo couldn’t possibly not tell if he’s really dead,” Kate Peller whispered, quite certain.

"So, he's really dead?" Ronan asked.

Kate Pellegrini shook his head. "That's not necessarily true. He's a very eccentric guy."

Ronan rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "What you said is pointless."

"Well, anyway, I hope this guy's dead. It's no good that he's alive," Kate Peller sighed.

“That’s so exaggerated, is he even better than that Lavigne?” Ronan asked.

“How could that be? Lavini is an old-fashioned combat type, not our kind. Nigan, like me, is an AI that manipulates machines. I’m an engineer, he’s a garbage collector,” Caterpillar replied, then added, “However, he’s bad.”

"Very bad?" Ronan chuckled. Caterpillar rarely spoke in such a childish tone.

"Tell me about it," Dinya said, also somewhat curious.

As if he couldn't hold back his laughter, Kate Pelle looked at Dinia, then at Ronan, and said, "You have Dinia's arrogance and Ronan's cunning, and far more."

"Am I arrogant?" Dinia retorted.

"Me, cunning?" Ronan retorted.

Caterpillar said nothing more and went ahead.

Ronan and Dinia exchanged glances, and Ronan spoke first, "You are a bit arrogant."

“You’re exceptionally cunning,” Dinia replied.

"Hahaha." Ronan laughed, but his face suddenly darkened as he laughed. "Since that's the case, the cunning me has something to say. This guy named Shinash is too suspicious. He said he's been waiting for a long time, that he's already collected the other divine bodies and only needs this last one. Logically speaking, what would someone be like when they're finally about to complete something they've waited for for so many years? He's been lukewarm towards us the whole way. Where's the slightest bit of excitement and tension that comes with fulfilling a long-cherished wish?"

“Perhaps, that’s just the nature of ascetics,” Dinia offered an explanation, though she herself didn’t believe it.

Ronan continued, "Look at his tone of voice, his choice of words, does he sound like an ascetic? He doesn't even seem like a hermit."

"However, he is definitely not an imposter. His seemingly gentle yet turbulent magical energy fluctuations are like a violent undercurrent underwater, giving people a great sense of pressure. This kind of strength cannot be faked. I think he is probably controlled by some kind of power, and this power makes it impossible not to connect him with that Nigan. So we can boldly guess that the so-called 'divine body' and the entrance to the other dimension are all a trap."

Ronan analyzed.

Dinya had already realized something was wrong, and her thoughts were similar to Ronan's. But she still had questions: "If it's a trap, why didn't he act more convincingly, at least pretend to be excited and nervous? Wouldn't that make us suspicious? What's even stranger is that he told a story that could lead to speculation."

“At first, I didn’t quite understand either, but after what Kate just said, I understand,” Ronan said.

"Arrogant?" Dinia asked.

“That’s right, he’s arrogant, so he’s using this almost provocative way to assert his presence, and he’s also very cunning,” Ronan said. “With a powerful figure like Shinash whose stance is unknown appearing, it’s only natural that we should have everyone else stay away for the time being. So, where around here is the safest place?”

“We have confirmed that Happo-ji Temple has no hidden features and is located in a place with an open view,” Dinya replied.

“That’s correct, logically speaking, but that’s not actually the case,” Ronan said.

“The safest place is either Ambrina’s or Isabel’s magical space,” Dinia echoed Ronan’s words, speaking in perfect unison.

Ronan laughed. "He boldly provoked us, yet subtly lured us in, trying to take Anri and the others hostage."

"What do we do next?" Dinia asked.

“If it were up to me, I would naturally back down first,” Ronan replied. “My principle has always been not to do what the enemy wants me to do.”

“No need.” Dinia waved her hand and said self-deprecatingly, “It’s just as well, I’m an arrogant person too.”

Ronan smiled and asked, "So what are you planning to do?"

"Beat him until he's incapacitated before we talk about anything else," Dinia replied seriously. "That's the only way to deal with this kind of person."

“There may be more than one enemy. Rabelais could be controlled at any time, and it's not just him,” Ronan said.

Dinia reached out and gently hooked her middle finger around Ronan's chin. "Ronan, the past me and the present me are not the same thing."

“Then, let’s go,” Ronan said.

The two followed again.

Soon they arrived at the location where Shinash and Rabelais were, but Kate was nowhere to be seen; clearly, she had already run away.

At this moment, Shinash was petting a tiger. This tiger, which was over three meters long excluding its tail and much larger than the largest tigers, was like a big cat. It kept rubbing its head against Shinash, occasionally raising its thick paws to press down on Shinash's shoulders, sticking out its tongue with pink barbs to lick him, and sometimes lying on its back, begging to be petted.

But what Ronan and Dinah were most concerned about was the change in Shinash. At this point, his eyes were no longer normal; only the whites of his eyes remained.

"Isn't it cute?" Shinash asked.

Ronan smiled knowingly. "It is cute, but is this what you wanted to say?"

Shinash patted the tiger's rump, and the tiger suddenly stood up, looked at Shinash with some disappointment, and then turned and ran away.

"How about we get the last one first?" Shinash asked, his tone seeking her opinion, but he showed no sign of backing down.

Ronan laughed. "Now that you've taken hostages, you're the one in charge."

"Hostage? Not necessarily. In any case, once you kill Rabelais, it will be many years before another person is destined to be with you," Shinash replied. "Do you believe me that I am not being controlled?"

“Believe? Why not?” Ronan countered.

"What is a destined person?" Dinia asked curiously.

“Strong, and with conviction, just like you,” Shinash said, then pointed at Ronan, “He’s not like that.”

Ronan shrugged, indicating his helplessness, "Looks like I'm not strong enough."

“No, you just lack conviction,” Shinash denied.

"Time and place?" Dinia asked again.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Shinash replied, then pointed to the riverbank ahead, and then to the sky, “in the sky.”

“Okay, we’ll be there,” Dinya replied.