Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ronan, who was about to ejaculate inside Madam Zhao, lost control and ejaculated.

"It can't just end like this, can it?" Lu Jianling asked Luo Nan.

Ronan raised his hand and gently stroked Lu Jianling's cheek. "Of course not. Shouldn't it be time for the small horse to pull the big cart next?"

Lu Jianling understood, got up, turned her back to Ronan, and lay down with her hands raised behind her like the handles of a small cart. She loved it when Ronan pulled her hands and dragged her huge, heavy body backward while thrusting into her with a force that seemed to tear her hips apart, making her squirm and breasts fly.

Chapter 1177 Foreplay, clear-headed afterwards, piloting a "Gundam".

a few days later.

At the northern tip of the New World, in the central part of the East Coast region, on the edge of the French colonies, the largest church here was built by Faith and named after her, and the entire town is also named after the church, called Faith Town.

In a villa nestled at the foot of the mountain where the secret base was located, Ronan, Falek, Canaan, and Faith had just finished a two-hour sexual encounter. It began with foreplay. Falek, wearing glossy, thick black stockings with a flared crotch, had her upper body covered in essential oils. She then poured oil on Ronan's upper body and began massaging his breasts. While her ample breasts might be slightly smaller than Lu Jianling's in size, they were definitely the largest cup size among Ronan's women, and incredibly soft. Several times, Ronan wanted to grab one of her breasts and shove it in his mouth while she was massaging them.

Canaan, wearing milky-white, slightly sheer, flesh-colored stockings, sat at the foot of the bed, stretching her legs and performing footjob on the honey-dripping penis. Canaan's legs were also somewhat fleshy, the edges of the over-the-knee white stockings slightly digging into her flesh, and her feet were soft and fleshy, just like Ambrina's, with both feet together, her toes close together, creating a strong sense of envelopment.

Meanwhile, Faith, dressed in conservative-looking, yellowish flesh-colored pantyhose, was giving Ronan a relaxing massage on his limbs.

After about ten minutes of foreplay, they began intercourse.

Aside from the usual positions and movements of an old married couple, all three of them experienced suffocating deep throat penetration, anal thrusting while being lifted up, and injection-style dilation of the cervix, each receiving considerable satisfaction in their three orifices. Afterwards, Ronan lay on the bed, his head resting on Falek's plump, soft thighs, not wanting to move at all for the time being.

Canaan lay to Ronan's left, gently stroking Ronan's belly hair with one hand. "I suddenly have an idea about what you mentioned before." "What are you referring to?" Ronan asked.

Faith gently poked Ronan's pectoral muscle. "It should be something to make that white-haired, brown-skinned Miss Louise stronger."

After arriving in the New World, Ronan told the three of them about the progress of the situation in Tehran.

Improving Liz's abilities is not difficult.

The results might even be better than Liz herself wanted.

Because of Lavana's presence as a living specimen, and the data left behind by Luo Chenghao, the three of them have developed a bloodline modification technique that allows Liz's body to undergo transplantation without any issues.

It's a pity that Liz is still human, and humans have limitations. Implants will inevitably lower a person's potential to some extent. With her talent, it's impossible for both her main body and summoned spirit to reach the seventh rank. However, it's not impossible for her to reach the fourth or fifth rank for both her main body and summoned spirit, and after combining them, she can barely reach the level of a typical seventh rank in terms of raw strength.

As for Louise, at first they, like Ronan, felt there was no way out.

Implanting magical artifacts directly into Louise's body would be tantamount to destroying her potential. After all, given enough time, she could eventually surpass the seventh rank, even if that day might be two or three hundred years from now.

But just now, after the afterglow of the climax subsided, Canaan thought of something.

"You mean that mecha?" Falek realized at that moment.

Kate, an AI from a high-tech civilization in another world, has a mecha. Later, Canaan and her group used some of the mecha from the buried Haidi people's ruins to make some replicas.

However, the end result was that this thing was too useless.

First of all, it's very difficult for normal people to operate this thing, as they can't achieve a sufficient synchronization rate. They can only compensate with computing power. In other words, only high-level superhumans can operate this thing, but its combat power is still inferior to that of a high-level superhuman.

While the Heidi androids are easy to pilot, they are too weak to unleash the full potential of the mechs they create. Coincidentally, Louise has Lagren blood, making her a kind of android as well. Furthermore, she has received a computational aid, giving her computational power far exceeding that of others in her tier. She is practically the perfect mech pilot.

“Moreover, times have changed. Technology has advanced a lot compared to the past. I can further enhance the mecha, giving it a fourth or fifth-tier combat power,” Canaan said. “Bring her over this weekend, and we’ll build it according to her own characteristics.”

Canaan was incredibly excited to be able to tinker with new toys again.

Of course, the process of tinkering with new toys was also a process of thoroughly studying Louise.

Ronan sat up. "How's the transplant preparation for Liz going?"

"There's nothing to prepare for. You know that when we woke up, we found that our theoretical level and technical strength were lagging behind the times. So we frantically caught up. After that, we started making magical devices. After all, these things are a manifestation of extraordinary and technological strength. We have to prove that even after a hundred years, we can still be ranked as the world's number one research group again."

"So, we have a bunch of stock that ordinary people can't use. We can let that cunning and greedy little wench, Wieland, pick whatever she wants. Anyway, it's going to be stuffed into the summoned spirit, not into her body."

Canaan spent her entire youth in France, and like any native Frenchwoman, she habitually expressed disdain for the Weylanders.

“That’s right,” Falek agreed.

Faith's tone was cold and mechanical. "I agree with everything except the Wieland women part."

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief, surprised that Louise's problem was solved so easily. He prepared to get out of bed and get a drink of water.

Just then, Canaan lowered his head and took Ronan's limp penis into his mouth, starting to suck on it. Seeing Canaan eating the penis, Falek also got up and went to join in, pressing Ronan's legs down to prevent him from getting up. Only Faith was slightly more reserved, simply holding Ronan and rubbing her breasts against his back. "Can I have some water?" Ronan asked.

Canaan spat out the still-hardened worm and looked up. "Why don't you just drink the toilet water?"

Faith chuckled at the remark, then leaned closer and whispered, "Want a cup of stocking milk tea?" With that, Faith released her special magical threads, which emerged from the room and began manipulating various utensils outside.

Her skill had reached a level of perfection; the silk threads themselves possessed an extremely strong ability to perceive all aspects of the universe and could perform a variety of precise movements.

Faith herself was still passionately kissing Ronan, but that didn't stop her from making milk tea in another room.

At that moment, Canaan cried out, "Fani, what are you doing!" In the short time it took her to look up, Falek had already taken the head of his penis, and she could only lick the base and the scrotum.

Falek looked up, gripping the head of his penis tightly with one hand. "This front part isn't clean; it's all mixed up with semen and vaginal fluid like paste. Wouldn't it be better to leave the clean, odorless part down there for you?"

"Are you trying to kill me?" Canaan angrily pinched Falek's breast hard, and not satisfied, he tugged at Falek's nipple.

Falek's eyes widened. "Are you serious? You just wait, I'll make sure you can't close your ass hole later."

Amidst their bickering, Faith's stocking-colored milk tea was ready. She took a sip, put it in her mouth, and then fed it to Ronan mouth-to-mouth. "Is it good?" Faith, who once seemed emotionally detached, was becoming more and more adept at making milk tea.

Chapter 1178 Different, Yet Same: The Only Standard – Does It Work?

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. On Saturday night, Ronan brought Lavana, Liz, and Louise to the New World.

Ravana went to be with her two children.

Previously, Ravana's two children had left their oppressive home, their lonely school, and their unsettling community, instantly captivated by this new and free place. For a moment, they didn't think about anything else. But after the novelty wore off, they began to miss their mother. As a mother, Ravana naturally missed her two children, and upon arriving in the New World, her first priority was to go to them.

Liz was eager to choose her transplant, but Ronan said, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush."

In comparison, Louise was much calmer.

At night, the two slept in the same room.

This isn't the sweltering heat of Tehran; in October, the temperature is already only in the teens.

Wearing a nightgown, Louise had already crawled into bed, with only her head sticking out, and looked at Liz. "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

“I have insomnia,” Liz replied in a dry voice.

Louise's eyes narrowed, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on her lips. "Heh, are you out of your mind? You haven't even lay down and closed your eyes, how do you know you have insomnia?"

Liz sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. "I don't think you're not excited. Tomorrow they're taking you to test that so-called mech."

“Excitement doesn’t affect my sleep, unlike you,” Louise replied, a hint of smugness on her face.

Liz smiled. "Shouting, yeah, excitement won't keep you awake, but disappointment will. That day you had something you couldn't say, and you even got up in the middle of the night and sat there in a daze."

Louise sat up abruptly. "Orian, are you looking for trouble?" Their relationship had long been so close that they addressed each other by their first names, which was less intimate than using nicknames. But when they got emotional, they would call each other by their last names.

Liz deliberately teased Louise in a mocking tone, "Cherish the present, Louise. In a few days, you won't dare speak to me so loudly anymore." Louise laughed and deliberately played along, "Yes, yes, in a few days I'll only be able to address you as the respected Miss Orion." At this moment, Liz's expression changed, and he stopped joking, "Louise, it's not too late for you to regret it now. You're not like me."

Louise looked up at the ceiling. "Liz, you really look down on me. You think I'm just a spoiled rich girl who's been too well protected. Yes, I'm different from you, but do you really think my situation is that different from yours?"

Her father seemed to be praising and encouraging her as always, but in this situation, praise and encouragement were perhaps a form of indulgence, or even a push, that led her to side with Ronan.

Ronan was an unexpected factor; her father definitely had other plans. What prompted him to change his mind? Nobody knows.

Ultimately, she, like Liz, was kept in the dark.

"Forget about that, we're all on the same boat now," Liz remarked.

Hearing this, Louise was unhappy. "People from Weyland have no manners. How is my Ronan on a pirate ship?"

"Your home?" Liz asked with a look of disbelief.

“How can it not be my home? His blood flows in my veins,” Louise said proudly.

"That bloodline concentration is probably like a drop of ink in a bathtub," Liz quipped.

Louise couldn't stand these words. She threw off the covers, got up, and pounced on Liz. The two immediately started fighting.

After a while of playing around, both of them were exhausted. Louise crawled back into bed, and Liz followed suit, taking off her clothes to prepare for sleep.

The following Sunday morning, Liz and Louise were woken up early.

A simple breakfast: fried eggs, sliced ​​sausage, bread slices, and the local specialty, corn porridge.

After breakfast, I washed up, changed my clothes, and went out.

Ronan and Firth took Louise to see "Gundam," while Canaan and Falek took Liz to see the magical device that would be implanted in her.

Long before they fell into slumber, Ronan and his companions had already mastered the methods to enter and exit various different dimensions. Many things, including the mecha, were placed in these dimensions instead of in the real world. A couple of days ago, Ronan brought the mecha out and placed it at the square-topped pyramid where he and Dinia obtained the crystal-attached skeleton years ago.

On the way, Faith looked at some things and felt a little emotional, because her first encounter with Ronan was also on this land in the New World.

They arrived at their destination, and Louise saw the so-called mecha, a humanoid object about seven or eight meters tall.

Superhumans don't experience psychological pressure because of their size. Giant creatures like elephants are nothing to weak superhumans, and strong individuals can easily handle floods and landslides. Yet, at this moment, Louise felt a sense of awe at this motionless humanoid object, a feeling she herself didn't understand.

Ronan stopped Louise with one hand, leaped up, and jumped five meters into the air. Just as his body began to fall, a floating shield appeared beneath his feet, and he landed steadily on it. He then opened the cockpit door located on the chest of the humanoid mech. "You can take a look, but don't move yet. Wait for Canaan and the others to come over."

"If this thing can only move quickly and release some magic cannons, it's actually quite weak." Louise said while examining the mecha. Although she was a bit love-struck and her brain was a little congested from being hugged by Ronan, her mind was still clear. As a female engineering student who was once preparing to intern at G&A Company, she could see some of the tricks of the trade just by looking at it. "Even with strong magic resistance, it's still very weak."

The Illusionary Melody of the Sea Piper was just like that back then. Its attacks were just magic cannons, and its own magic defense was relatively strong. First and second-tier players might find it a little troublesome, but those who were slightly stronger would not be unable to handle it.

However, the machines that Canaan and the others created were not like that.

"Of course it's not just that, this thing can actually unleash magic."

Ronan said, "To be precise, it is inherently mutated and can unleash divine magic."

Louise instantly had a concept in mind, "A Seris practitioner?"

The traditional cultivation method of Seris aims to achieve two effects upon completion: physical mutation and enhancement, and the ability to cast spells. Spells and divine arts are the same thing, which are magics with some degree of rule-based elements.

Throughout history, those who practice the traditional Seris cultivation method are recognized as the most powerful type of extraordinary individuals in average one-on-one combat.

"How can divine magic be achieved?" Louise was genuinely puzzled.

The cultivation, improvement, and output of divine arts all rely on the power of faith. No matter what you believe in or how you believe, you have to believe. Where does a machine get its faith?

Ronan smiled and said, "You don't understand Seris. For a 'god' in Seris to exist, the only test is whether it works. If it doesn't work, it can get lost."

“Spiritual? Oh, I see, but does it have anything to do with this?” Louise asked. Her Chinese was excellent, and she understood the meaning of “spiritual” after a little thought.

“Of course, if you feel the machine is powerful enough, then your faith is fulfilled,” Ronan said.

"Idealism?" Louise asked.

“No, materialism,” Ronan said, shaking his head. “Didn’t I just say that the only standard is whether it works? If you can get it working, then it works.”

Chapter 1179 The Chosen One, the Stitcher, and the Concept of Breaking the Limits

Louise became increasingly puzzled. "The fact that I can operate it means it's spiritual, right? But the mech is the individual that releases supernatural abilities. It has to believe that God is spiritual in order to release supernatural power, not just because I think so."

“You’ve got one thing wrong. The fact that you can activate it means you are spiritual,” Ronan said.

Fisse, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looked up at the sky, and said, "Can we stop talking about this? If we keep going, it will start to come up with philosophical concepts. It's just that if you can achieve a certain synchronization rate, become one with the machine, and form a contract, the mecha can release supernatural power smoothly, whether it is passive mutation or active divine magic."

With that, Faith leaped onto the top of the mech, looking down at Louise, and calmly explained, "You are a Ragman, with a very high synchronization rate. Furthermore, your implant can assist you in calculations, and the computing power can compensate for the lack of synchronization. Theoretically, you can almost certainly operate it. All that's left is to make some adjustments to make it more comfortable for you to control, and incidentally, to equip it with supernatural powers that are more suitable for you."

Louise dislikes the term "Raga," saying, "I just have Raga blood."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it has the desired effect," Faith replied calmly.

She didn't understand why Louise seemed to have a problem with the Rags, but she didn't intend to offer any opinion on it.

Faith had absolutely no discrimination against the Rag people, just as researchers don't discriminate against lab rats.

Luo Diannan can attest to this: when he first met Faith, she was using a humanoid zombie made by a Ragaman to disguise herself as her true form.

Back when Faith was a nun, she probably "studied" more Raga people than Louise had ever seen.

Although the Lagh people have existed for a long time, they are not an older human species.

In this world, humans originated from the southern continent. Later, they migrated and evolved, but the humans who originally lived in many places on the southern continent almost became extinct, and their ecological niches were replaced by the Lag people.

In addition, the Rag people were the original prototypes for artificial humans created by the artificial intelligence from another world. This was said by several of the AIs. As visitors from another world, they were newcomers and still naive about this magical world, needing to learn more.

This is precisely why the Rags have a good synchronization rate, a fact that has been verified.

As she was thinking, Faith involuntarily looked at Louise. Louise felt that the look in his eyes was exactly like the look a butcher gives a lamb, and instinctively shrank behind Ronan.

On the other hand, Canaan did not immediately introduce their various supplies to Liz, but instead had Liz demonstrate her extraordinary power first.

Liz summoned her spirit and demonstrated it.

Her summoned spirit is a female humanoid wearing full armor, with a head completely covered and a long-handled sword slung across her waist, but wielding a longbow and heavy arrows as her weapon.

Why can you tell she's a woman? Because her breasts are so prominent, just like Liz, who is described as having a small, voluptuous figure.

Liz's chest was slightly smaller than Falek's, but she was thinner and shorter overall, and her chest even appeared larger.

The armor, longsword, and bows and arrows that his summoned spirits possess are merely appearances; they are actually magical creations, not real bows and arrows.