Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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That concludes my statement.

After Ahriman finished speaking, he looked at everyone. He hadn't lied, but he hadn't mentioned many details and facts.

"Why can't we kill more people? Ten thousand, tens of thousands, millions?" Canaan asked.

Ahriman laughed, “Mother, you are an expert in this field. No matter how many dwarf ants gather together, aren’t they still just a bunch of ants? You could even say they are impurities.”

Canaan lowered her head in disappointment, though she knew all along that her question had been meaningless.

Guo Hanlu slammed her hand on the table angrily, "Then let all of humanity die together! Anyway, we still have hundreds of years left even if we do nothing. Isn't living for hundreds of years enough?"

Gus then interjected, "We don't think so. Father doesn't think so, and neither does Aunt Dinya."

Ambrina remained unusually calm. "Whatever."

"Anli!" Guo Hanlu called out, then turned to look at Lu Jianling, who responded with silence.

Canaan looked at Falek, who said, "No matter what, I will continue to live."

Isabel chimed in, "What do you mean by 'death'? Ronan is a menace; he can't possibly lose, much less die." Despite always contradicting Ronan, she was the one with the most faith in him.

Just then, Ambrina suddenly paused, then looked into the distance.

Everyone couldn't help but take notice.

“They’re back,” Ambrina said.

Starting a few days ago, her space has been in constant contact with Ronan. Compared to the connection between Dinia and Ronan, the distance she can perceive is far greater with this method of communication.

"Good, they've finally arrived." Ahriman also stood up and looked south.

He had been waiting for this day for over a hundred years.

Chapter 1294 The Final Battle Begins: Map-Eliminating Attack, A Battle of Will and Wisdom

January 27, 1790, was the Lunar New Year in Seris.

Over the Mediterranean Sea in southern France, the combined Rodi and Ariman stand facing each other, separated by more than ten meters.

Red, tentacle-like mycelium sprouted from the chest of the merged Rodi, rapidly spreading and covering his entire body to form a full-body suit of dragon-head armor. Then, golden patterns began to appear on the scarlet full-body armor, which was a battle armor formed by the combined power of Ronan and Dinia. Finally, the eyes of the dragon helmet flashed with golden light, and in his left hand he held a longsword shrouded in golden light, while in his right hand he held a warhammer wrapped in black energy.

The combined form of Roddy is now complete.

Meanwhile, Ahriman simultaneously began his armor-making. Countless tiny branches sprouted from his body like buds, spreading and covering it to form a full-body tree-like plate armor. Then, a burst of explosive flame erupted from his entire body, quickly extinguishing within seconds. The original tree armor, the color of embers after a fire, its texture somewhere between stone and metal, its subtle patterns shimmering with a dim white light like the lingering embers. In his left hand, he held a longsword glowing white, and in his right, a warhammer blazing with white flames.

Ahriman's physical body, soul, and even his special powers are different from those of the merged Ronandinia, but the magic he uses is exactly the same as theirs.

"Do you place so much importance on rituals, or do you feel a particular sense of accomplishment when using the same things to complete Bin's work?" Ronan asked.

“Words may work for many people, but they don’t work for me, you know that, Father,” Ariman replied. “There’s no other reason for using such magic than because it’s powerful and pure.” Ronan smiled. “Pure is powerful, powerful is pure?” “That’s right, I’ve always remembered Father’s teachings,” Ariman replied with a smile, as he slowly raised his longsword.

The next instant, swords clashed.

The aftershocks shook the sea surface dozens of meters below, creating a wave.

The red tentacles wrapped around Ahriman's legs, and the force, enough to easily break a giant stone pillar, pulled him slightly backward. In this brief moment, which was even shorter than the blink of an eye, the merged Roddy appeared above him and slammed down with his hammer. Ahriman quickly fell and retaliated at the same time.

Swords and hammers clashed repeatedly, creating shockwaves that spread outwards, making the sea surface appear as if it were constantly being exploded, with waves rising and extending in all directions.

The combined Roddy suppressed Ahriman all the way, fighting from the sky to the sea surface, from the sea surface to the seabed, and then to the seabed thousands of meters deep.

The battle between the two sides on the seabed caused the Mediterranean Sea to erupt like an underwater volcano, with tsunamis beginning to crash against the coast.

The combined Roddy unleashed another powerful hammer blow, turning the seabed hundreds of meters around it into ashes.

Taking advantage of the less than one-thousandth of a second of slack in the recovery animation of the merged Roddy, Ahriman sank into the seabed and used his legs to launch a series of explosive upward attacks. The merged Roddy kept parrying, but Ahriman's offensive continued upward, propelling the merged Roddy a thousand meters away, breaking through the sea surface, and once again reaching the sky above the sea, he delivered another powerful hammer blow. The merged Roddy crashed into the harbor like a cannonball, and instantly, like a missile bombardment, the entire harbor area of ​​several hundred meters was reduced to ruins.

“Sure enough, there can’t be any playful banter.” Ali said, his words relentless as he continued his attack.

Ronan said, "There's no time to worry about that now, son." The attack that shook the ocean was just a joke; now, both sides are getting serious.

They charged and fought again, and in the blink of an eye, they had traveled all the way from the south of France to the central region. Wherever they went, mountains, rivers, grass, trees, buildings, wild animals, livestock, and even humans were all turned to dust by the aftershocks of the force of life and death.

The battle paths of the two sides were like God using an eraser to wipe away the traces of the world map he had drawn; with one wipe, everything in that place was directly erased.

This is the purest form of power, and the armaments and weapons of both sides are tools for projecting this power.

The brief clash on the verge of Paristo swept away a corner of the capital's south, turning tens of thousands of people and countless buildings to ashes.

From this moment on, neither side cared about anything else but the other.

The combined Roddy kicked Aliman, sending him flying backward.

They clashed in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached the Atlantic Ocean.

A barrage of sword beams clashed at a distance, like a fleet of tens of thousands of warships exchanging fire, causing a merchant ship several kilometers away to explode.

In the exchange of fire, the two sides closed in again, exchanging blows once more.

The aftershocks of the attack stirred up the seawater, creating a tsunami that instantly submerged the nameless island.

In a short while, the two sides arrived at the New World.

From the start of the battle until now, only a minute has passed. In that minute, the cataclysmic battle between the two sides has swept from the Mediterranean all the way to the New World.

An even more ferocious battle ensued.

The force of obliteration, penetrating in a straight line, and the shockwaves that exploded outwards in all directions.

A mountain range stretching for tens of kilometers was pierced through by the close-quarters combat, creating a hole several kilometers long. A river several hundred meters wide was split in two by the crisscrossing blows. In a forest, thousands of ancient trees were crushed and broken by the aftershocks of the two forces passing overhead, lying low on the ground.

Spanning the entire northern part of the New World, the cataclysmic battle between the two sides reached the skies over the Pacific Ocean, growing ever more intense.

The air currents in the Atlantic sky and the ocean currents below were altered in the aftermath of the battle, and the entire climate began to become abnormal.

Lightning flashes and thunder roars, torrential rain and raging waves—all of this was merely the aftershock of a small leak. The damage suffered by both sides was already enough to plow the entire earth.

In the instant it swept over Dongying, a small island was completely flattened.

The battle intensified, entering a heated phase.

The two forces arrived in the skies above the Seris River and clashed with forces exceeding their full power, causing an extremely violent shockwave.

At the epicenter of the shockwave, all life forms below the third level of the Transcendent Realm perished instantly. Even the aftershocks, like a typhoon, destroyed trees and houses in an instant.

The two sides still suffered the greatest impact. With this attack, Ahriman flew directly from Henan to Mongolia. Wherever he passed, it was as if the wind crushed everything, plowing deep furrows into the earth. The entire Seris was like a sand table, with a giant larger than the earth drawing a long line from Henan all the way to Mongolia with an iron rod.

Ahriman finally stopped, turning a vast grassland into a sea of ​​fire and a shattered wasteland, just like a star falling from the sky.

On the other side, the combined Roddy finally stopped after smashing a mountain in Hainan to pieces.

Along the way, Hubei, Hunan, Guangdong, and the South China Sea appeared as if they had been cleaved down by a giant, towering blade.

The combined Roddy struggled to climb out of the rubble.

Meanwhile, far away in Mongolia, Aliman also got up at the same time.

At this moment, both sides' life force and magic power had been depleted to an extremely low level.

The pure violence, which involved massive amounts of magic and life force that both sides used to disregard all techniques, including rule-based magic, had subsided.

Next comes the battle of wills and wisdom.

Perseverance requires willpower, seizing opportunities requires wisdom.

Can they win? Ronan didn't know either.

Chapter 1295 Rasputin's Demon, Schrödinger's Cat, The Real Battle

Several thousand meters above Luoyang, Zhao Shu stood in the air, following Ronan, Dinya, and the others back to this time and space they had been separated from for hundreds of years.

The earth-shattering clash between Roddy and Aliman, who had just merged, occurred just a few hundred meters below.

Even a top-tier expert like him, who possesses the almost absolutely safe supernatural power of time manipulation, felt a lingering fear, like an ordinary person who had survived a hail of bullets.

This was certainly not because Zhao Shu was frightened by the overwhelming destructive power of both sides, but because his time manipulation ability malfunctioned when he subconsciously used his ability to dodge the aftershocks.

Just like when he faced Dinia in another timeline, after "killing" Dinia, his time manipulation ability malfunctioned, and he almost couldn't return, dying along with Dinia and the entire world.

“It’s actually quite normal that your abilities are affected.” At this moment, a voice appeared, and then Zhao Shu saw a blonde woman who looked very familiar.

Astrid greeted her first, "Nice to meet you. My name is Astrid, Ronan's daughter. You know my mother."

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "So you are Lady Elena's beloved daughter. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm honored to have the honor of answering your question."

"Time perception, in essence, is the ability to observe and reach the past and future. (Power)"

"Suppose there are two glass bottles containing identical water, and two identical drops of ink. If the ink is dripped onto the top of the bottles, the water in both bottles will eventually turn the same color. The beginning and the end will be exactly the same; only the form of the ink droplets as they enter the water will differ." "So, can we infer the form of the ink in the bottle at a certain point in the middle by observing the darker color of the water at the end? The answer is no. Therefore, going back to the past is a false proposition; you can never, ever, accurately and completely rewind to the past."

“Conversely, if we know the state at a certain moment in the middle completely, can we predict the most likely outcome? Yes, but not absolutely.” “Wait a minute.” Zhao Shu suddenly interrupted Astrid.

He understood Astrid's analogy, and he agreed with the point that it was impossible to return to a truly accurate and complete past, both in theory and in fact.

However, he disagrees with the notion that the future cannot be predicted.

"In my youth, I had some thoughts about whether, if we knew enough information, we could predict the future. If we went back to a very, very long time ago, close to the beginning of the world, could we know the ending of the entire world? If everything originates from one thing and all things return to one, then is everything in between already predetermined? Is the so-called individual will and the development of civilization nothing more than the changes in ink after the first drop of ink is dropped into water? Was everything predetermined from the very moment the ink was first poured?"

Is the future simply a function of the past?

"I asked Ronan this question, and the answer was very interesting."

At this moment, Zhao Shu, who felt his soul had been elevated, asked again, "Then, let me ask you a boring question: who do you think will win?" "I don't know."

Astrid said.

“I hope Mr. Ronan can win,” Zhao Shu said. He came here not just to watch the battle, but also to lend his support. However, it seemed difficult to carry out his purpose of doing so. Even he could not guarantee a safe exit from the battle between the two sides.

“Don’t do anything unnecessary,” Astrid said.

At the same time the two were talking.

The combined Roddy has crossed the South China Sea and arrived in Guangdong.

Meanwhile, Aliman also left Mongolia and entered the pass, entering the territory of Hebei.

The combined Roddy's armor was tattered and the powerful damage was still taking effect. Even though the mycelium covered the damaged parts and kept repairing them, Roddy's entire left arm and shoulder blade were still gone, and his left eye and the skull above it had not yet grown back.

With most of his body and most of his head still attached, this was the combined Roddy at this moment, but the two of them still walked forward, heading north.

On the other side, half of Ahriman's waist and ribs had also completely disappeared, and he was also moving south with a running pace.

"Friend, do you have a moment to say a few words?"

Two men appeared in front of Ahriman.

Both of them were at the seventh level. Faced with such a huge impact, yet not knowing what the target was up to, and with the target constantly approaching the capital, they had no choice but to appear.

Block their way? Even though the other party looked like a candle in the wind, neither of them had such an idea.

“Get out of the way, don’t get in my way,” Ariman said, then ignored the two men and walked between them.

On the other side, the combined Roddy also encountered someone.

"Excuse me, please stop here." The newcomer was very impolite and had already activated a spell beforehand.

He was not only a seventh-tier cultivator, but his magic was also a combination of time and space. He was confident that even if he couldn't trap the powerful but near-death expert in front of him, he could still ensure his own safe retreat.

"Get lost." The merged Roddy pointed a finger in mid-air.

The person who blocked the road is dead.

Neither of them had lost their minds; on the contrary, they were both perfectly rational at this moment. Therefore, if the other party intended to use supernatural abilities, they had to solve the problem in the most economical way possible: kill them directly.

After killing the people, the combined Roddy continued northward.

At this moment, the other women also arrived, waiting for the battle to resume in the Central Plains of Seris, a destined battlefield. They knew that the next battle would not be earth-shattering, but even so, they still waited quietly on the spaceship hovering high in the sky.

Both sides continued to move closer.

The countdown has begun before the actual battle begins.

Chapter 1296 The Path to Victory: Slow as the Dead, A Game of Strategy

Along the way, Ronan and Dinia were not only working to eliminate "continuous damage" and repair their own souls and bodies, but also thinking more about how to defeat their opponent and how to put that method into practice.

After much thought, I decided to stick with the plan that I had initially agreed upon with the others.

Before the battle began, Ronan and Dinia discussed ways to defeat the enemy with everyone, and through their collective wisdom, they finally came up with several plans.

These plans are all based on speculation and reasoning. It is very likely that after actually understanding Ahriman's composition in battle, they will find that none of them will work, and Ronan and Dinia will have to come up with a solution on the spot.

However, the current result is that only one of the solutions is feasible.

That is to inject one's own power into the other's soul and body, ending the endless cycle of life and death, stopping the other, and stopping means annihilation.

Although Ronan would lose the remains of the Holy Son and Dinia would lose her original power if they succeeded, and both of their strength would be greatly reduced, such a price was completely acceptable.

Because losing means truly losing everything and becoming part of the sacred tree by "sitting on the golden toilet".