Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Chapter 1214 Another Frankenstein's Monster: Hitting a Teacher? Losing face is no big deal.

In terms of extraordinary abilities, Sigrid can be considered Noah in another sense.

Noah was known as a miracle doctor in his early years because his magic could replace whatever was wrong. One of his famous surgeries was replacing Ambrina's second uncle's kidney with a pig's kidney.

Noah wasn't a magician who thought magic was just something that could be used. Ever since he reached the third level and was able to use the flesh buds that branched off from his own body as links to transplant the organs of one organism into another completely different organism without any rejection and with perfect functionality, he had always wanted to figure out the principle behind it.

Many years later, through Falek's observation, he figured it out.

The separated granulation tissue also contains the separated soul. Based on the fundamental law of the world that spirit and flesh tend to be the same, this granulation tissue can, after transplantation, pull the transplanted organ along with it to become part of the new body.

Over the years, he experimented on humans at times, but most of the time he conducted experiments on animals.

The vast amount of data accumulated from animal experiments became the basis for G&A's later development of new monster-hybrid livestock.

Sigrid is capable of transplanting magic; more precisely, she can transfer a portion of one person's magical essence into another's body.

Just as Noah's body was no longer his original body, Sigrid's soul was no longer her original soul. The vast amount of information she had accumulated became the foundation for the successful development of both Louise herself and Liz's summoned creatures.

However, Sigrid died decades ago along with the company's two founders in an accident during that experiment.

After analyzing the principles of their own magic, both Noah and Sigrid had a new question: could the principles of magic be further subdivided, so that any kind of magic is simply a combination of a few different things?

If we could see such the origin, perhaps we could accomplish true magic. Shouldn't true magic be something that anyone could potentially use any kind of magic?

The path to glimpsing this origin is called the path to godhood.

Every extraordinary power is an expression of a fundamental factor. By bringing all extraordinary beings together, this path can be paved, tracing back to the source.

Let's go back to this moment.

After the three completed their fusion, that unprecedented sense of power returned. "Are you ready?" Before the words were even finished, the black-armored, winged Pegasus Knight had already arrived behind Sigrid, and a straight gash appeared on her neck.

But the one with trembling pupils and a pained expression was not Sigrid, but Liz, the knight on black armor and horseback.

In the instant they passed each other, she felt an intense pain as if her soul was being torn apart.

Lavana and Louise are the same.

If they get hit again, they might not be able to maintain their combined form.

"Teacher, we will not give you another chance to get closer." As these words were spoken, the three combined forces had already distanced themselves from each other.

Sigrid wiped the blood from his neck with his hand. "Although there probably isn't another person in the world who can use this kind of attack, your target can probably achieve a similar effect."

"Also, it must hurt a lot, you have to get used to this pain."

"In battles between superhumans, it's normal to lose limbs, have your stomach ripped open, or have your soul attacked to the point of wishing you could commit suicide immediately. If you can't fight normally just because of pain, then you simply can't handle the highest level of combat."

"You need to have the madness to kill the opponent even if you have a broken hand, and the composure to still think about strategies even if you have lost half your head."

"Are you done?" Liz asked.

Sigrid nodded, and in the next instant, a rain of arrows was already right in front of her.

The ranged attack prevented Sigrid from getting any closer.

The combined strength of the three is now above that of a typical seventh-tier cultivator. Even their ranged attacks are not something a sixth-tier cultivator can easily handle. Moreover, Sigrid is just a researcher with excellent mental fortitude but little actual combat experience. Apart from the most important magic that can be used to transplant magic, all the other magic she possesses is for the convenience of conducting research.

However, relying on her strong mental fortitude, she withstood the ranged attacks and gradually closed the distance with the three of them.

The three combined weren't stupid enough to not know they were being approached; rather, the attack range that could actually harm Sigrid was constantly decreasing. One second, a shot from fifteen meters away could hit her, the next second, it couldn't hit her at fourteen meters.

"In this combined state, your sensory abilities should be extremely strong, allowing you to be certain that I didn't release any magic, making it impossible for you to predict the next attack, right? Why is that?"

“Heh, isn’t it just a degraded version of the Traction spell?” Louise, now only wearing a helmet, said.

Sigrit was taken aback. What was traction magic?

She was unaware of the technique that Ronan had been taught by a combat-type artificial intelligence from another world.

Although Ronan taught this to his children, they were all high-level superhumans by then and no longer resorted to violence to solve problems. As the old saying goes, it wasn't easy for everyone to cultivate to this point, and fighting and killing each other would only damage their harmony.

Few people have witnessed their fighting style, and naturally, they are unaware of techniques like the Traction Spell.

Louise knew this because she boasted about reading a secret technique book when she was a child, and Ronan casually mentioned that it was a traction technique, a skill that allows one to receive feedback when the opponent initiates an attack and guide one's own body to react accordingly. However, the version she saw was mostly problematic.

The battle continues.

The three combined changed their strategy, no longer bombarding from a distance, but instead hovering in mid-air and constructing a completely enclosed sphere of elemental magic around themselves. The sphere of fire and lightning then rushed directly toward Sigrid.

If Sigrid wants to attack in close combat, he must first pass through this layer of elemental magic.

She didn't dodge, didn't want to dodge, and couldn't dodge anyway; the combined speed of the three was far faster than hers.

Having endured the full damage of elemental magic, Sigrid successfully passed through the sphere whose interior was invisible and approached the combined Pegasus Knights once again. One strike would be enough to disintegrate the three.

"You didn't expect that, did you?" Louise laughed loudly.

When her voice appeared, the three had already separated and were attacking Sigrid from three different directions, while Sigrid was launching an attack on the center of the ball while the three were still one.

She can't take it back.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz successfully struck the wounded Sigrid, the axe blade piercing his shoulder and the sword tip stabbing into his chest. They didn't let up at all, and continued to punch and kick Sigrid, who was curled up in a pool of blood, for quite a while before the three of them stopped.

"What a disgrace," Sigrid thought to herself. Indeed, as a complete novice in combat, she shouldn't have tried to act like this.

Fortunately, she sensed the souls of the three people in their combined state, and her goal had been achieved.

Chapter 1215 Family, Private Ownership, and the War That Decided the Future of the World

Inside the spacious estate, a girl of about ten years old was pushing a wheelchair. On the wheelchair was a person with sparse white hair, loose and dry skin, a somewhat cloudy left eye, and only a bright right eye.

The wheelchair-bound old man is Garcia, who has taken over his son's body.

“Sophie, do you know that from the moment you were born, some people have been jealous of you, and as you grow older, many people will hate you,” Garcia said.

Sophie smiled at her grandfather Frank, but inwardly she cursed the old man for talking nonsense again. What jealousy and hatred? She was surrounded by kind and good people.

However, she had to endure it.

Her mother told her that as the youngest granddaughter, if she wanted to inherit a considerable sum of money, she had to come and spend more time with the dying old man.

It's said that once a magician begins to age, they quickly approach death. This old man has been alive for several years and is still alive, which is really excessive. However, judging from the situation, it's only a matter of time.

"Stop," Garcia suddenly called out.

Sophie immediately obeyed and stopped her wheelchair.

In front of Garcia is a tree, one of the very few traces left in this world by him, his father Ronan, and his mother Agustina.

In just over a hundred years, what started as a small sapling has grown into a tree that is over ten meters tall.

"Family," Garcia sighed, his thoughts drifting away.

Many years ago, the concept of family did not exist among mages. Except for summoning magic, other magic types could not be inherited, which meant that most mages' parents were mortals and their children were also mortals.

The difference between superhumans and ordinary people is not only in strength and knowledge, but also in their lifestyles. Many people can tolerate the former, but few can tolerate the latter.

This also means that most mages have no interest in creating wealth, and instead focus on improving their combat power and acquiring wealth from the forces they are affiliated with that matches their combat strength.

Since they didn't inherit anything from their parents, they wouldn't let their children inherit anything from them.

But in the last hundred years, everything has changed.

Those with extraordinary abilities can have families now. Those without talent will be given artificial talent, and if their cultivation progress is too slow, they can simply be given a transplant.

Family is a driving force. It is because of family that there are so many extraordinary people who strive to create wealth. The rapid development of the world over the past century is also due to them.

But family members are also a source of evil.

Except for a very few, even extraordinary individuals die. Their hopes are that their descendants will meet their expectations and leave something behind – very simple, very basic wishes. For the past few thousand years, mortals have been like this; even if their expectations aren't high, they don't leave much behind. Conversely, most extraordinary individuals haven't been unearthed by this group, which indicates one thing: regardless of whether Frank or Amandina is the Mystic, it doesn't change the fact that they are on the same side. But it doesn't matter much; the final battle has become a two-on-two affair, with Ronan and the combined trio facing Frank and Amandina.

"You really don't need us?" Lu Jianling asked Ronan.

Ronan's side isn't without seventh-tier units either.

But Astrid has some issues; she's hiding something from everyone. Ronan's adopted son, Liu Chongsi, has completely renounced worldly life and is no longer interested in worldly affairs. As for Manar and Mushir, their departure might become Ronan's Achilles' heel.

"Don't worry, if things go wrong, we'll teleport away immediately and go to another dimension."

Ronan said.

If I can't beat him, I'll run away without the slightest hesitation and then try to find Dinia.

If even combining with Dinia can't defeat the opponent, then there's no other way.

"Do you regret it?" Lu Jianling asked again.

"To say I have no regrets would be a lie. After all, it is because we carefully nurtured and educated the children that we have created the mysterious man we are today, and there is still a slight possibility that I will die." "But to say I regret it very much, that's not true either."

“If we hadn’t nurtured and educated them back then, this world wouldn’t have achieved what it has today,” Ronan said. “It’s just a pity that Mysterio was too useless.”

Based on the information left behind by Luo Chengke, the information provided by Mainar and Mushir, and the findings of Ambrina and Isabel's investigation, the mysterious man is still living off the legacy left by the Gus and Ariman brothers decades ago.

"The greatest use of this kind of waste is to become a corpse and be used to commemorate the dead."

As he spoke, Ronan's fist gradually clenched.

Excluding the more than one hundred years he spent in a deep sleep, he has lived for almost a hundred years. He has killed countless people directly or indirectly, but he has almost never killed out of anger. He can't even remember the few examples that did occur.

However, if he kills the other person in a fit of rage this time, he will definitely remember it.

"Well, in short, don't make any rash moves before we're ready here," Lu Jianling added.

“We’re preparing here, and the other side is preparing too. Everyone wants to be invincible,” Ronan said. “Let’s drag it out. Once everything is finished here, their training can be over.”

At this moment, Guo Hanlu walked over and asked, "What if he finishes preparing first and makes his move against you ahead of time?"

“That’s impossible,” Ronan said. “France is the Mysterious Man’s home turf. He’s definitely waiting for me somewhere, and all his preparations are there. If he wanted to fight me outside his home turf, he should have come here in person after what happened in Tehran.” In Ronan’s view, there was only one possibility for the Mysterious Man not to make a move: he wanted to fight on his home turf and make some arrangements to ensure a higher chance of winning.

After all, the mysterious man was also afraid of death; if he weren't afraid of death, he wouldn't have been so cowardly.

Chapter 1216 Boosting Morale, Entering with Stockings on, Long Time No See

June arrived in the blink of an eye, marking the beginning of summer. In a luxurious suite on the fifth floor of a grand hotel in northeastern Vienna, the capital of Austria, not far from the Imperial University.

Ronan, Lavana, Louise, and Liz came to the middle of the suite, drew back the curtains, and opened the glass windows.

Looking out from here, across the riverbank, you can vaguely see the highest point of the city, the cathedral with its towering spire over a hundred meters high, which was built by ordinary people over hundreds of years.

Liz stood by the window, staring into the distance for a long time.

Ronan stood behind Liz, playing with her ginger-red, fluffy, slightly curly hair. "Liz, what are you looking at? You're all mesmerized."

“I was just thinking about some things.” Liz gazed at the Danube River in the distance. “That person, he defeated us by remotely controlling that bird-beaked robot…”

“That’s just because you were too reckless,” Ronan said, putting a hand on Liz’s shoulder.

“Exactly, we were careless back then,” Louise chimed in, walking over and pressing herself against him.

Liz felt Ronan's hand touch her chest. "But I feel that it won't be easy for us to beat a seventh-tier opponent right now."

"It's just a matter of strategy in actual combat." Ronan reached in and flicked Liz's nipple.

“I think so too,” Lavana said from the side, leaning closer and rubbing her hand against Ronan’s crotch.

Liz's breathing became heavy. "But our anticipated opponent, Armandina, seems to be someone who has never been defeated."

Ronan looked up and scoffed, "Just a reckless brute with no strategy."

"The idea of ​​maximizing the win rate, fighting in the most favorable environment, and continuously guiding the opponent sounds very strategic, doesn't it?"

"However, instead of using their resources to gather a group of top-tier superhumans to suppress us, the top executives of a giant corporation that holds a monopoly in multiple fields are seeking a decisive battle. This is utterly reckless. Such reckless individuals are also full of weaknesses in battle and are not to be feared."

Upon hearing this, Liz, who had been under a lot of pressure these past few days, immediately felt much relieved and turned her head, "Really?"

“Of course it is,” Ronan replied, while simultaneously slipping his other hand under her skirt.

Actually, these words are not entirely true, but at this time, it is important to give them enough confidence.

The fact that the other side didn't gather a group of top-tier superhumans through deals or promises, but instead focused solely on a decisive battle, wasn't a reckless act. Rather, it showed that they understood Ronan well, knowing he was exceptionally adept at sowing discord and turning enemies against him. Against someone like Ronan, strategy was ineffective; pure brute force was the way to go.

Seeing Ronan with one hand inside Liz's bra and the other inside her skirt, Louise felt a little jealous and began to rub against him more forcefully. Her legs, clad in pale flesh-colored stockings, were raised on one leg and scraped against each other repeatedly. The texture of the stockings was full of hazy beauty, as if giving her originally dark skin a soft glow.

Ronan turned his head and then lowered his head to give Louise, who was standing on her bare feet, a deep kiss. The hand that had been playing with Liz's breasts moved to Lavana's body, feeling the unique sensation of the extremely thin black stockings against her strong thigh muscles.

After the intimate foreplay, Ronan sat on the large sofa with his legs wide apart. Louise was the first to kneel down on the carpet, bowing her head to take the central seat, while Lavana and Liz could only stand on either side.

Louise was extremely focused. Ronan was her proud ancestor and her idol. Feeling the penis gradually swell and harden with her mouth and tongue was like a believer receiving a divine response, which excited her immensely.

Liz wasn't particularly keen on oral sex, but Louise's constant, unintentional swaying and pushing her aside only fueled her competitive spirit, prompting her to put in even more effort and perform oral sex with greater intensity.

Lavana was tall and broad-shouldered, so she gave as much space as possible and only licked his balls. She used to hardly know how to perform oral sex, but after Ronan's repeated training, her oral sex skills had become very good.

Soon after, the penis became fully erect.

Ronan gestured for the three to go to the bed to stack meat pies, saying, "You've all worked hard these past few days of studying. Although the course isn't over yet, you should be treated to a good meal."