Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Chapter 1280 Father and Son, You've Goed a Bit Extreme, The Final Battle Begins

On January 7th, Ronan and the three others arrived in New Sea City and soon came to where White Tree was.

Over here, Garcia had already driven away those who had nothing to do with the duel, leaving only himself in his wheelchair and Amandina.

Ronan walked ahead, slowly approaching Garcia, with Lavana, Louise, and Liz following behind.

Amandina leaned against a tree trunk, her sword sheath stuck vertically into the soil.

Finally, Ronan approached. At that moment, Garcia raised a hand to wipe his face, and in an instant, the face transformed into another face that was five or six parts similar to the original, slightly older, but with unusually bright eyes, no longer having that somewhat dazed look.

“It’s been a century, Father,” Garcia greeted, noticing Ronan’s expression. “You don’t seem surprised?”

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief. "Actually, I'm quite surprised. I didn't expect you to be able to do something like this."

“That’s normal, Father. You’ve never tried to understand me,” Garcia said, but there was no hint of complaint in his tone. “Could you push me around a bit? We should have a good talk.”

He sounded more like a father.

“No problem.” Ronan walked over, came up behind him, and pushed the wheelchair.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz stayed behind to confront Armandina.

On the other side, as Ronan pushed the wheelchair, Garcia spoke of his idea and the important role the white tree played in it.

"...How is it?" Garcia asked Ronan after saying that, wanting to hear Ronan's opinion.

“You’re going a bit to extremes,” Ronan said casually.

Garcia laughed. "Ha, I thought Father would say I was too arrogant and didn't treat people like human beings."

“If you want to kill your brother, and you don’t care about your parents, how can you possibly treat others as human beings?” Ronan chuckled. “As for arrogance, that’s not necessarily true. A child holding a stick and saying he’s going to take down a knight is arrogant, but a person standing on high ground saying he’s going to pee on the people below is also his freedom.” “Father is as witty as ever,” Garcia said. “However, I still want to know what Father thinks of my idea.” He steered the conversation back to the present.

“At the very least, it’s something I didn’t expect,” Ronan responded. “Using reincarnation as a means of rewarding good and punishing evil is interesting, but where are the standards for good and evil? Who records and compiles them? And ultimately, who makes the judgment?” “Do you remember the stories of sin and punishment that I told you when you were little? Was the ‘superman’ in the story guilty? Should he be punished? Shouldn’t you be reincarnated as an animal for what you’re doing now?”

"I think you probably don't think so. After all, you feel that you have accomplished such a great feat, helping all mankind move towards a better future. This achievement far outweighs all the sins. Moreover, you probably believe that your sins were necessary."

"So, assuming this system is complete, what if someone kills someone while believing they are entirely righteous? Or what if someone wants to replicate you and start a revolution? Or what if someone wants to replace you?"

"Justice and good and evil in a broad sense are objective and unattainable, while justice and good and evil in a narrow sense are very subjective."

"Now, you want to replace the broad sense with the narrow sense."

Ronan stopped there.

“But you can’t deny that it will always be better than it is now,” Garcia said. “I never thought the new world would be an ideal country. Every revolution always brings new problems after solving some old ones. In the future, I will become an old force that hinders progress. It doesn’t matter if I am overthrown, just like now, Father, you are this old force that hinders progress.”

“That makes sense, very much so.” Ronan nodded with a smile. “But Garcia, I want to ask you a question: Are you happy?”

“What do I have to be unhappy about?” Garcia laughed. “Not everyone is as obsessed with food and sex as you, Father. In fact, you could say that among the top superhumans, you are the one with the most base desires.” His father, Ronan, was not superhuman at all; he loved food and was obsessed with women. Ronan still smiled. “Yes, your happiness lies in being above others and in dominating others. But if you become the highest level in this system you designed, you will control everyone like a god. But then, will you still be above others and in control? No, you will be below everyone and controlled by everyone. Of course, you can break all the rules at will, including the ones you set yourself. At that time, will you still be the Buddha who rules this hell? No, you will be the devil, the greatest devil.”

“You are never happy because you want to be both a demon and a Buddha. Son, as a father, there is usually only one expectation for your children, which is that they can be happy. Unfortunately, I have failed as a father too much. None of you are very happy.”

Upon hearing this, Garcia sighed deeply, "As expected, there's no room for negotiation."

“There was no room for negotiation from the start.” Ronan’s eyes changed. “No matter what we say, you killed your brothers, and as their father, I will use your death to pay tribute to them.”

“Death? It’s animality, it’s humanity, and it’s divinity. Father, isn’t that what you admire most?” Garcia stood up from his wheelchair. His originally thin and hunched body instantly became young again. His white hair and aged face also quickly transformed into the face he had in his youth, which resembled both Agustina and Ronan. “Everything I have now is also thanks to you, Father.”

Ronan looked at Garcia, who had returned to his youthful appearance, and said, "Trying to shift the blame onto me, that's low, Garcia."

“This isn’t about shifting blame, it’s a compliment to you, my father,” Garcia retorted sharply to Ronan.

Ronan donned his armor, wielding two swords, pointing them at Garcia. "Come on, let me see how much you've grown in a hundred years."

Garcia, his body engulfed in flames, brandishing flamethrowers in both hands, declared, "Farewell, old times."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Amandina left the tree trunk, walked over, drew her sword from its sheath, yawned, and said, "They've started over there, so we have to start too. But don't take it too seriously; my old bones can't take the strain of you young people."

As he spoke, the long rapier, shrouded in a white aura, swung, and deathly energy swept over.

The three combined and entered the Silverwing Pegasus Black Knight form. As they dodged, they immediately launched a fierce counterattack, unleashing a barrage of scarlet arrows.

However, Amandina was faster than anyone could have imagined, and the first round of attacks from the combined three completely missed her.

However, Armandina's swings missed all three of them.

"Wow, traction spell plus ghost transformation? Quite a variety of tricks." Amandina stopped in mid-air, performed a sword flourish, and the white light surrounding the sword was replaced by swirling black energy. "Don't tell me you don't know I specialize in countering this kind of flashy stuff."

"

As soon as she finished speaking, Amandina swung her sword again, unleashing a continuous barrage of black slashes.

Silver feathers unfurled, enveloping the Black Knight. Compared to when she faced Ronan, countless red spikes now surrounded the feathers. The spiked ball hurtled towards Amandina, the red spikes constantly deflecting the black slashes.

Chapter 1281 Invalid, Useless, What a Close Call

Above the sea, in the sky, the two swords and two guns clashed and collided repeatedly, the aftershocks creating endless, increasingly terrifying waves.

Gradually, the pace of their exchange changed from a rapid clash where they were completely out of sight to a variation in speed.

Once again, the two sides stopped in mid-air, face to face, their longswords and short spears locked in a struggle of power and restraint.

"Surprised? The weapons that seal my spirit and flesh are completely useless," Garcia asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“It’s quite unexpected. I didn’t expect your setup to be not a trap for me, but rather an attempt to isolate you from methods that target your weaknesses,” Ronan said, letting out a feigned sigh. “If we leave this area, we can only watch as you complete your plan.”

Garcia looked at Ronan and said, "My father, you can't escape. Although I can't get rid of you in a short time, I can still stop you from escaping this area."

"Deal with me? I admit I can hardly inflict any real damage on you, but your eighth-tier attack power is really not good enough." As he spoke, flying swords appeared around Ronan, surrounding Garcia. The sword beams burst forth all at once, and in an instant, thousands of sword beams attacked Garcia from all directions.

Garcia dodged and parried at the same time.

Although he is an aggregate of demonic particles, the damage he suffers from being bombarded is negligible, and he can regenerate and replenish himself at an extremely fast pace, he will still get hurt eventually.

If he stood still and did nothing to resist Ronan's beating for half an hour, Ronan could kill him too.

However, even if he slightly dodges and defends, Ronan, as strong as he is, cannot diminish his vitality or even his magic power.

This is the difference in level of understanding.

The eighth level is already the most extraordinary among the extraordinary, while the seventh level in front of the eighth level is like a mortal who is at the limit in all aspects facing an ordinary first-level person. It seems that the difference is not much, but in fact it is a qualitative difference between mortals and the extraordinary.

Garcia stopped a short distance from Ronan. "My methods of attack are no longer magic, but something far more fundamental. From the start of this battle until now, my clash with you has been nothing more than a game with you, Father." Ronan laughed. "The attack you speak of is simply scattering magical particles into my soul?"

He had figured out Garcia's attack methods.

Garcia is an aggregate; he can disperse. Those dispersed particles do not require his micromanagement. The particles are like a swarm of bees following the queen's commands, executing the instructions autonomously.

These particles are like ghosts, completely impossible to defend against. They can invade the soul, which exists in a state of both existence and non-existence, as if they were a virus targeting the soul, killing the target's soul and thus completely destroying the target.

The next instant, Ronan transformed into a demon and then into a sword, a complete change in his soul and body.

In this way, Ronan expelled the demonic particles that had invaded him.

"Ha, a futile struggle." Garcia's mindset didn't change at all just because Ronan had neutralized his move.

After all, Ronan's move was basically within his expectations.

This method consumes mana, and Ronan's constant battle with him also drained his mana.

Just as he said before, he might not be able to deal with Ronan in a short time, but that also means that it's only a matter of time before he can defeat Ronan.

“I guess this is the only move you can really pull off,” Ronan said. “The rest of your moves are barely enough to keep you from quickly falling behind in a fight with me, right?”

"I've never been a fighter, and that has never changed." Garcia openly admitted that he wasn't particularly good at fighting, but he remained confident. "However, even without using this move, you, Father, are no match for me in a war of attrition. But I don't want to expend too much energy, lest I give some people who are putting on an act an opportunity to take advantage of me."

The actors refer to Amandina, Lavana, Louise, and Liz.

Garcia knew perfectly well that they were playing a game of cat and mouse, ready to betray him at any moment.

But as long as Ronan can't wear him down to a relatively weak state, then even if Amandina has methods to target his weaknesses, rushing over would be suicide.

Ultimately, in this world, apart from Ronan, no one else is qualified to stand before him.

The battle resumes.

The situation was basically an extremely boring and monotonous repetition. The two attacked each other. Ronan used almost all his skills, constantly changing various moves to continuously suppress Garcia, not giving him a moment to breathe. Under this relentless offensive, Ronan could occasionally deliver a heavy blow to Garcia, but after a while, Ronan had to change form to "detoxify," otherwise his strength would immediately drop.

During the brief moment he was detoxifying, Garcia, whose life force and magic were already recovering at an incredibly high speed, was almost fully restored.

In the next round, Ronan, now slightly weaker, will face Garcia, who is still in top form.

It is foreseeable that after a few more rounds, Ronan will gradually become unable to keep up with Garcia, and at that time, Garcia's counterattack will begin. Once Garcia begins his counterattack, Ronan will not even have a short time to detox.

"Still not giving up, Father?" Garcia spoke again during the battle, angrily accusing Ronan, "A hundred years ago, you chose to sleep, claiming that you believed in future generations and that humanity would become better, but what was the result? You were a coward. You failed to shoulder the responsibility you could have taken, and your cowardice doomed you to this day."

"Killing your brother, killing your son, killing your father, and enslaving everyone—is this your kind of courage?" Ronan sneered. "Perhaps Tina and I were wrong back then; we didn't teach you properly and guide you onto the right path."

“You’re not only cowardly, you’ve changed. You’re completely different from the person I used to admire.” Garcia laughed, a twisted laugh. “You’ve started to care about these trivial things. Are you trying to say that loving this idiotic, weak-minded impulse is something important?”

“Have you ever looked back in the course of your long life? And when you did, what did you see? No, you saw nothing,” Ronan said. “It is because of foolish emotions that people can do foolish things over and over again, instead of returning to nothingness.”

“I never look back,” Garcia said, delivering a powerful blow.

With just this impulsive strike, he struck first despite being late, slicing Garcia in two with a single sword. Immediately afterwards, the floating shield separated and sealed off the two halves, while the flying sword's blade continuously bombarded the inside.

As Garcia broke into countless particles and escaped, Ronan gripped the greatsword with both hands and unleashed a massive, sweeping crescent-shaped slash.

The storm triggered a massive tsunami. Several kilometers away in the harbor, countless ships were slammed against the shore by the waves. As the towering waves receded, they left behind numerous damaged ships stranded in the harbor.

Garcia, who had regrouped, smiled and said, "Ha, that was close."

Ronan remained expressionless. "Really, just a little bit short?"

“Actually, there’s still quite a bit to go,” Garcia replied. “However, I have to admit that in terms of combat skills, you’re superior to me, old man.”

Ronan smiled. "But it's no use, is it?"

"Correct."

Chapter 1282 Stars, Breaking Through Defenses, The Real Beginning?

Although it was useless, Ronan continued.

Ronan continued, and Garcia naturally continued as well.

The battle between Ronan and Garcia was a monotonous and tedious repetition of the same old routine, almost like a low-budget, poorly animated film being repeated over and over again. However, the tedious fighting gave the father and son more time to talk.

"The love and courage that shine in our souls will become the immortal guiding star on the path of human progress."

"Most humans are indeed boring or even hateful, but that does not prevent a few humans from shining like stars in the long history of the planet."

"If I remember correctly, I said this when I was telling you stories from picture books when you were little."

Ronan said this to his son Garcia.

“People always unconsciously embellish their memories.” Garcia seemed to scoff at this.

"People always unconsciously delete some memories, don't they?" Ronan asked rhetorically.

Garcia replied, "You're still as sharp-tongued as ever."

"Garcia, do you know why you, who once led France to its zenith, were not revered then, nor remembered afterward?" "Because you never gave genuine care to the upper, middle, or lower classes, not even as much as those politicians who would feign being approachable, or those bureaucrats who would occasionally do something humane. Whether in action or in words, you only had yourself and your dreams. Whether they were bad or good, no one was happy or tired around you, do you understand?"

Ronan said that at that moment, he had no ulterior motive and was speaking to his son purely as a father.

“Unfounded malicious speculation,” Garcia replied.

Ronan shook his head helplessly. "Completely unfounded? Garcia, you may have forgotten that you, like me, are a historical figure whose merits and demerits will be judged by future generations."

"You gave love and courage, wanting to be a shining star in the long river of history, but unfortunately, they can't see you, or rather, they don't see you from afar. So, you need a world that must see you. I won't advise you to turn back, but I must stop you from going down the wrong path."

Garcia laughed loudly, "Haha, do they deserve it? Just because ants don't want to look up, does that mean the stars in the sky don't exist? Wrong? I think I'm right, I'm right."

Ronan sighed, "Although what we want to build is hell rather than heaven, the ultimate goal is still to build a heaven on earth. The establishment of heaven is always a process of constant internal strife. Who can hold out until the completion of heaven? Perhaps, in the end, only a chair will be left to enjoy this heaven."

“I’m saying you’re wrong, not because of how many people you’ll kill or how much you’ll destroy in this process, but because in the end, even you yourself will cease to exist, leaving only an empty chair. Your actions are suicide. When a person kills themselves, it is wrong to themselves in any way, in any sense.”

Garcia retorted fiercely but weakly, "I'm not wrong."

In that instant, Ronan launched another attack.

This time, however, Garcia did not fall victim to the virus again.

"Ha, you want to use the same trick again? My father, is this all you can do?" Garcia mocked. Just a moment ago, he had indeed experienced a strong emotional fluctuation and was distracted in the battle.

However, he had already set up a mechanism, so when Ronan launched his attack, the swarm of bees had already split and dispersed.

“That’s really all I can do,” Ronan said.

Garcia smiled. Ronan's ability to achieve this level made him undoubtedly the strongest person in the world besides himself.

But the next moment, Garcia's smile froze.