Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Crack, crack, "Ronan" cracked open and exploded, its body burning away and the snow-white ash vanished with the wind, leaving only a sentence that gradually faded away in the wind: "You're right, the other me."

Finally died.

Ronan and Dinia breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there is no thrill of victory, no relief after killing an opponent.

Several kilometers away, Seris and his group also sensed the outcome of the battle.

"Let's go," said Lu Mingyue, whose life had been saved by Dinia. She knew that some people in their group wanted to take advantage of Ronan and Dinia's extreme weakness to eliminate them together and completely prevent future troubles.

Bai Tianhe, who had also been saved, did not let them leave immediately. Instead, he mentioned Ronan's identity: "He is the father of the French monarch in the West."

Having been half-saved, the Forget-Worry Hermit looked at the group and said, "We Taoists don't have so many distracting thoughts. It's one thing to deceive ourselves, but you all prioritize benevolence and righteousness. Is this your benevolence and righteousness?"

"Everyone?" Ning Zhongyu, the leader, looked as if he were seeking everyone's opinions.

No one spoke up immediately, but Zhao Zhen sighed and said, "Let's go."

If even the Zhao family doesn't care, why should they worry about anything else?

"Hmph." The legless old man, Xu Shuji, snorted coldly and was the first to leave. Some of these people were truly shameless. Without Ronan and Dinia, would Lu Mingyue, Bai Tianhe, and Wangyou Sanren have died? These three could all have become victims of the rebel leader's sword.

"Alright, let's go," Ning Zhongyu said. He still had some self-respect, but he couldn't just make decisions unilaterally.

Just as everyone was about to leave, a sudden change occurred.

A soft thud.

Ronan and Dinah are gone.

It's completely gone; not even a single particle remains.

Immediately thereafter, in the very spot where they disappeared, appeared a Taoist priest, a foreigner dressed in a Taoist robe, and two Seres people dressed as scholars, one old and one young.

The foreigner was none other than Ronan's old friend, Sartre. His attack just now annihilated space. Under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible to hit the combined Ronan and Dinia. Even if it had, given Dinia's ability to teleport at any time, such an attack would have been difficult to succeed completely.

But just now, Ronan and Dinia were at their weakest, and with the help of others, everything became too easy.

Ronan and Dinia are dead; the rest are just meat on the chopping block. The immortality method and all other technologies are now his.

So what if they are so powerful that they can only hide in small spaces and dare not approach?

In the end, it was he who lurked in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike, who won.

Sartre feigned calmness, but inwardly cried out with ecstatic joy, "I, Sartre Freigo, am the ultimate winner!"

However, at that very moment, another change occurred, and suddenly a point appeared that attracted everything around it.

Sat, his master, and two other Seres immediately retreated.

Then, the point turned into a sphere, like a black hole, sucking in and devouring everything around it—sand, water, bits of grass and trees, air, magic, and even life force.

The black hole continues to expand, continuously sucking in and devouring.

In the blink of an eye, it had expanded into a sphere with a radius of over one kilometer. Then, the sphere rapidly contracted and eventually disappeared completely, replaced by Dinia, who was completely intact, with not even a trace of her original clothing, and Ronan inside her.

This is the resurrection ability, which can be activated without hindrance after Ronan ceases to exist.

The next instant, a red dot flashed, and before Sat could react, half of his body had been smashed off by a hammer blow. The red dot flashed again and appeared in front of the Seres who were traveling with them. "Yo ho, all familiar faces." As he said this, the two men were hammered into the ground, leaving only small halves of their bodies.

The two of them were among the ten people who surrounded Ronan and Dinia when they were teleported to another dimension.

"There's one more." A sword pierced through the old Taoist's head.

Chapter 857 Giving you a chance is not important; I'll help you clean house. No one understands immortality better than me.

A fully-equipped, Tier 7 Ronan combined with Dinia, disregarding health and mana, has slightly better overall attributes than a fully-equipped single Ronan in Phoenix form, but is inferior to a fully-equipped Ronan-Candice Phoenix combined form.

However, this strength far surpasses that of a typical seventh-tier cultivator. It takes time for a person to actively cast a spell, even for a seventh-tier cultivator, and this short period of time is enough for the merged Roddy to beat a seventh-tier cultivator half to death.

At this moment, Sat, his master, and two other Seres had fallen, embedded deep in the sand, barely able to move.

Dinia's destructive power dealt them a heavy blow, while the parasitic and corrosive power continued to drain their magic and life force. Even when they exerted all their strength, they could only recover slowly while preventing their injuries from worsening. It would take at least a minute or two for them to regain normal mobility and be able to cast spells quickly.

A minute or two is too long at this level.

Ronan and Dinia have broken free of their combined form. Ronan is now at the seventh rank, and his defense is above that of a typical seventh rank, so he is no longer a weakness.

Ronan walked up to Sartre and kicked him away, saying, "You have one minute to say your last words."

"Last words? Of course, my last words are regret for not killing you back in the New World." Sartre didn't beg for mercy, nor did he say anything nice.

Back when they encountered each other in the New World, he certainly had the ability to kill Ronan. At that time, Ronan was relatively weak, and Dinia was far less powerful than she is now. Although he was in a terrible state then, he was still a sixth-tier cultivator. If he disregarded the safety of his subordinates and didn't care about personal gain, killing Ronan wouldn't have been a problem.

Ronan looked at Sartre on the ground and said, "You've been in Seris for so many years, can't you at least speak kindly when you're about to die?"

"If I say a few kind words or express remorse, will you let me go?" Sartre retorted.

“That’s impossible,” Ronan replied bluntly.

Sartre was not surprised at all, only sneered. If he were Ronan, he would not have let himself go either. All the grudges and threats were just empty words. The key was the method of immortality and related things. Any sensible person would never allow someone whose position was different from his to possess it.

Letting out a long breath, Sartre looked at Ronan, "Actually, if we could do it all over again, I still wouldn't kill you in the New World, because it wouldn't be worth it. But if we could do it all over again, I would definitely be the winner." This very confident statement was the truth without reservation.

"Is that all? Nothing else?" Ronan asked.

“That’s all,” Sartre said.

The moment the words left his mouth, he vanished.

What last words? They were just a delaying tactic. Others might find it difficult to remove the power that Dinia had implanted in their bodies in a short time, but he could. Although his original magic was completely destroyed and he had switched to the Trinity Combination Cultivation Method of Seris, he still possessed spatial abilities, albeit weakened considerably. This was still enough to silently remove the annoying parasitic power from his body and soul within the time it took to say those few words, thus restoring his normal rapid spellcasting ability.

Once his quick casting ability was restored, Sat chose to use spatial teleportation to escape.

The teleportation ability is only shorter in distance and cannot carry too many people at once, unlike the effect that a mage could achieve with the same spell at their peak.

But that doesn't matter; it's teleportation, as long as I can escape, that's all that matters.

As long as you're alive, anything is possible.

The next instant, bang! The sound of flesh being pounded echoed as Sartre fell again. As Ronan and Dinia stood looking down at him, this man, now known as the Taoist Master Jingxin, was in a state of turmoil, his face filled with disbelief.

He had already stripped away the power left by Dinia, so how could they still locate him? Without a location, Ronan and Dinia couldn't have captured him during the brief interval between his two spatial teleportations.

“Look at your left hand,” Ronan said.

Sat turned his head and noticed that his left hand was wearing a small round shield on his arm. How could he not have noticed that? Suddenly, Sat remembered that when Dinia hit him with his hammer, half of his body was gone, and he didn't have a left hand at all. His current left hand had just grown back.

“Magic, isn’t it amazing? You can’t refuse the shield I gave you. Even though you’ve lost your left hand, it’s still invisible and intangible. So, as long as you track my magical aura, you can locate me,” Ronan said with a smile. “I knew I’d give you a chance, but you never gave it a second thought. So, this last prank before you die is my parting gift to you as your nephew-in-law.”

Before he could finish speaking, the sword and hammer fell on him. Sartre wanted to say something, but it was too late.

he died.

Without stopping, Ronan and Dinia turned back; there were still three people left, and they weren't going to let them go.

"Spare their lives!" a voice tried to stop Ronan and Dinia.

However, in an instant, hundreds of flying swords fell from the sky, piercing the man into a bloody pulp, leaving him barely breathing.

On the other side, Dinia stopped in time. Although his opponent was still blasted into a puddle of flesh by the warhammer, looking much more miserable and bloody than Ronan, he actually still had a long tube of blood left. As the saying goes, even if a seventh-tier body is shattered into dust, as long as he doesn't suffer too much damage, he doesn't care.

"Mr. Luo, please give us a little face and let them go, okay?"

Ning Zhongyu said.

This wasn't just his personal opinion, but the opinion of everyone.

Ronan turned his head to the side. "Sir, these people are colluding with traitors in our country. To use Seris's old saying, I'm cleaning house for you."

After saying that, hundreds more flying swords rained down from the sky, and this time, the seventh-tier Seris beside him was completely dead.

Ronan's two attacks looked fierce and powerful, but in reality, they only dealt about 20% of the opponent's life force. The other 50% came from the combined Rodi who had just been resurrected, and the hammer he delivered with all his might and various special abilities. The remaining 30% came from the black hole that appeared during his resurrection.

To be precise, it wasn't a single hammer blow. What appeared to be a single blow was actually a thousand strikes in an instant. Even though the opponent was a seventh-tier opponent, he blocked many attacks and only took a few hundred hits.

On one side, Ronan killed the man, and on the other side, Dinia also took action, ending the other person's life.

There is one old Taoist priest left.

“Mr. Luo, that old Taoist priest is from a prestigious sect, you…” Lu Mingyue was genuinely thinking of Luo Nan’s best interests; killing him would cause a lot of trouble.

"As the saying goes, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life,' and 'If a child is raised but not taught, it is the father's fault.' This Taoist priest colluded with foreigners and plotted evil deeds. He is simply a beast and deserves to die." After saying this, Ronan and Dinia attacked together.

The old Taoist priest died.

After the killing was over, Ronan looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone, do you think this old Taoist priest would take such a traitor as his disciple? It's because this man has some knowledge about immortality. Coincidentally, I know more about immortality than he does."

After these words were spoken, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

No one can remain calm under the weight of the word "immortality," especially someone of high status who is not far from death.

“We can testify to that.” The voices preceded the people, and then Stefan, Ussel, Rabelais, Victor, Bricht, and one other person we didn’t recognize had arrived.

Chapter 858 The organization needs to be established, the tone needs to be set, and the dead are more useful than the living.

Seeing so many people, and having just ruthlessly slaughtered three seventh-tier Seris, Ronan had a sudden inspiration and came up with an idea.

"Gentlemen, I think that in the past one or two hundred years, the number of superhumans has increased much more than in the past, which is to be expected, after all, the total population of the world has increased, with two hundred million people in Seris alone. However, the research on the theory and practice of superhuman power has not made the same progress. We who stand at the top have a responsibility."

Ronan spoke in a tone befitting a government representative giving a self-criticism at a meeting.

Apart from the last sentence that everyone at the top bears responsibility, everyone present agreed that the preceding paragraph was basically true.

But whether it's true or not, who wants to hear you say that? What everyone wants to hear is immortality, immortality! Do you understand?

"Actually, it's not difficult for seventh-tier individuals to communicate with each other. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, it will only take two more days. I think everyone should communicate more to lead the progress of the world, instead of the current situation where there is almost no communication between seventh-tier individuals."

Ronan continued.

Seris and his group were getting anxious. In fact, with their composure and self-control, a few words of nonsense wouldn't have made them impatient. But Ronan had mentioned immortality first, and that was immortality! They didn't want to hear anything else except immortality.

“I’m young and a junior, so I may offer some immature suggestions. If you don’t like what I’m saying, just take it with a grain of salt,” Ronan said. “I suggest we establish a summit exchange meeting to hold regular exchange activities and share everyone’s experiences. This will benefit the progress of the entire superhuman community.”

Upon hearing this sentence, everyone understood.

Among the Seres people, many had served in high-ranking positions before retiring, so how could they not understand such words?

Ronan wanted to create a loosely organized exchange group; those who joined would naturally have the opportunity to obtain the secret to immortality.

And it's only natural for members of an organization to help each other.

At this moment, Bai Tianhe sighed, "The two righteous men were killed by the leader of the rebels in the process of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous. They died gloriously and heroically. The Taoist priest was wrong to trust the traitor. Although he eventually killed the traitor, he was exhausted and died."

With that expression, you'd think he was telling the truth.

The five scholars and the three warriors, all of whom were seventh-rank warriors, were all shocked. "Old Bai, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you were a loyal and righteous man decades ago. How could you say such a thing? Shouldn't it be the less virtuous of us brothers who say such things? You beat us to it. That's really unfair. At least don't set the tone for all three of us at once. Leave one for us!"

It can only be said that Bai Tianhe was a loyal and virtuous man after all. If he really had something on his mind, he should have only mentioned one person, or even left the tone open and let everyone discuss it together, so that they could come to a final conclusion about the deaths of the three people.

Ning Zhongyu coughed lightly, "Hmm, we're too far from the battle, so we didn't see clearly. I think we should ask Mr. Luo properly, and then we can discuss it properly to uncover the truth behind the deaths of the Daoist and the two virtuous brothers."

Everyone stared in disbelief, thinking to themselves that Minister Ning back then was truly skilled at speaking; how could he possibly reverse the situation and reclassify it?

Dinia was no longer interested in watching or listening. After all this time, it turned out that seven or eight out of ten of these Seres were on Ronan's side, speaking in the same tone. And they were still making pronouncements? Didn't you all watch as you and Ronan killed those three people?

On the other hand, Ussel didn't care; he was someone who never got involved in politics. Rabelais silently chanted his prayers; he was a monk and didn't understand. Stefan suppressed a laugh; he had been a principal, and a school was a small society, so of course he understood.

Victor goes without saying; he's from Weyland and used to be involved in politics.

Although Bricht once supported the Emperor of the Empire, and his magic was the mindless kind of transformation magic, he was actually a scholar and a philosopher. He was knowledgeable, but his thoughts were on a higher level.

Next, right next to the three corpses, the group held a discussion and determined the nature of their deaths. In fact, it was similar to what Bai Tianhe had said at the beginning, but the key point was that this was now a consensus reached by everyone. What is this called? This is called public agreement. If anyone has any objections in the future, then they will be eliminated.

"Mr. Luo, is this the truth?" Ning Zhongyu asked.

"Ah, if you don't mind, senior, just call me Brother Luo. This is absolutely the truth," Ronan said.

At this moment, Gong Yushan, the one skilled in cooking and whose courtesy name was Jianyue, impatiently asked, "Brother Luo, when will you talk about the matter of immortality?"

"Don't worry, it won't drag on until things change in middle school," Ronan immediately assured him.

At this moment, Bai Tianhe exclaimed, "Good, Brother Luo, you are a reasonable person. I don't care what others do, but I guarantee that this old man will never say a word of nonsense."

He was considered a rough and tough guy among the samurai, but samurai were also scholars, and scholars didn't care about politics.

He and others knew about Ronan's little schemes in Foshan, Guangdong. Now that the situation has suddenly turned out this way, it's hard to imagine Ronan not participating in activities like "serving the emperor" or "purging the court of corrupt officials." Now that Ronan has said this, it means he won't use the issue of immortality as a bargaining chip to force them to give him their support, putting them in a difficult position.

In that case, they should be sensible and reciprocate by covering up the murder for now, and then remain neutral when things get chaotic.

Ning Zhongyu said, "As long as Brother Luo says that he will retire after achieving his goal, I will naturally remain neutral."

“Of course I could never actually sit in a high position in Seris,” Ronan said.

"Good." Ning Zhongyu exclaimed in approval, then looked at Zhao Zhen'e again.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm just an idle person. Fine, I'll just say one more thing: some of the Zhao family members are just simple spendthrifts. Let them go if you can." Zhao Zhen'e didn't want to say anything, but in the end, he still spoke.