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Hinash three consecutive "ifs".

Ronan sneered, "Ha, wasn't this all your own choice? Why are you making it seem like everyone else is to blame? Actually, if you had pretended to join us before, things wouldn't have come to this."

“What’s the point of everything if I can’t follow my heart and can’t hold the highest power? There will be a war someday, and things will only be worse then. Am I just going to wait to die?” Shinash asked Ronan.

He was already nearing the end of his life. If he were to reincarnate using the vessel originally planned, his strength would drop even further. Even if he were to climb back to his peak, he wouldn't be stronger than he is now. By then, Ronan would probably have already reached his peak, and he would be even less of a match for the two of them combined.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shinash suddenly started.

He was destined to lose and die, but before he died, he wanted to take at least one person with him. He couldn't take Dinia with him, so he would take Ronan.

Unfortunately, Shinash had not yet fully adapted to his body. If he had, there would still be a sliver of a chance.

With a deafening roar, Shinash was sent flying by Dinia's single-handed hammer blow, half of his body shattered by the destructive force of the blow.

With his right hand, shoulder, half of his torso, and half of his head gone, Shinash lay on the snow. His legs and left hand were still struggling to get up, but blood had quickly formed a pool, and his shattered brains and internal organs were spilled all over the ground.

If he hadn't prepared to use his self-destruction to unleash the full power of "burnout" and take Ronan away, thus having to abandon all defenses, he wouldn't have been so easily defeated by Dinia's hammer.

"The beginning of a cause is also the end of a cause." Shinash muttered as his vision blurred rapidly with his left eye, looking at the vast blue sky and white clouds.

The next instant, Dinia leaped in front of him, and his warhammer fell high into the air, a blow that shook the entire snow valley and ended his life.

When facing an enemy, Dinia never listens to their last words; she simply delivers the final blow, utterly annihilating them.

Shinash is dead.

As he died, the ash-covered parts of Dinia's body began to heal rapidly; however, the parts of his clothes, shoes, and socks that had been burned off could not be restored.

At this moment, Dinia's light trench coat had already been torn apart in the battle, leaving only a bloodstained white shirt with only the left half remaining. Underneath was a red bodysuit made of mycelium that could continuously regenerate. Her knee-length skirt had also been replaced by a red knee-length skirt made of mycelium. One of her flesh-colored, ultra-thin pantyhose was missing, and only one of her flat-soled sandals remained on her left foot.

Looking at the corpse of Shinash, who resembled a young Nigane, Dinia asked, "Ronan, have I already embarked on a wrong path?"

Did these two people commit any wrongdoing? Yes. Were there two people hindering him? Yes.

But the fundamental reason is that the other party is also preparing to build an "idealistic" organization, and that this conflicts with her ideals.

This is different from the people she killed directly or indirectly in the past.

That's why Dinia hesitated for a moment; she knew that the same thing would happen again in the future, it was inevitable.

Ronan shook his head slightly. "No, if you had repeatedly tried to persuade him when you invited him, and if you had pretended to accept that brat's surrender along the way, then killed Shinash and then killed that brat, then you would have gone down the wrong path."

"Is there a difference?" Dinia asked.

“Yes, but the degree of compromise varies,” Ronan said. “If you compromise too much on ideals from the beginning, they’re gone.”

Dinia sighed softly, "I finally understand why I felt so empty in France. It's because I compromised with you too much."

Ronan shrugged, indicating his innocence, saying, "Compromise is necessary because people's pursuits are always different."

Dinia shook her head slightly. "I'm not going to say anything more. Over the years, I've never been able to win an argument with you."

Ronan simply smiled and said, "Let's go then, it's time to go back, they must be getting impatient."

“Let’s not go yet,” Dinia said.

"Huh?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

“I want to have sex,” Dinia said bluntly, without lowering her voice.

"Now?" Ronan asked.

Both of them were now dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood.

“Yes, now.” With that, Dinia wrapped her arms around Ronan’s head, kissed him, and then pushed him down to the ground.

After a series of kisses, Dinia stuck out her tongue and licked the blood off Ronan's face.

Immediately, Dinia removed the mycelium covering, leaving her only in a tattered, blood-stained white shirt and a sheer, flesh-colored stocking on the left side, and continued kissing.

Dinya can be aggressive during sex many times, but she can count the number of times she's been as aggressive in her kissing as she is now on one hand.

The two, embracing and kissing, rolled around in the snow-covered ground at an altitude of 4,000 meters, surrounded by snow-capped peaks.

Their lips parted, Dinia on top, Ronan on the bottom, exhaling white breaths as they gazed at each other.

“Thank you, Ronan,” Dinia said.

“Thank me? I’m the one who corrupted you, Didi,” Ronan said.

Dinia rubbed her eyes and sniffed. "You told Ambrina a story. At the end of the story, you said that the lonely hero will eventually become just a statue that will be toppled amidst ridicule."

"She even talks to you about this kind of thing?" Ronan laughed.

Ambrina and Dinia are actually quite distant in private.

Dinia looked at Ronan, "But I'm not a hero, nor am I alone, because you're here." As she spoke, Dinia sniffed again.

Ronan stood up and hugged Dinia. "Don't cry, Dinia. You won't be like yourself if you cry."

Dinia punched Ronan in the chest, staring at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. "I didn't cry."

"Yes, yes, I was just talking nonsense," Ronan quickly replied.

"Hmph." Dinia snorted coldly, pushed Ronan down into the snow again, grasped Ronan's half-erect penis, aimed it at her lower body, and sat down, instantly feeling fullness and warmth.

He then kissed Ronan again, and began to sway his hips and twist his buttocks.

Before long, Dinia stripped completely naked and also stripped Ronan naked. The two of them made love in the snow valley, completely naked, and gradually entered a state of ecstasy.

After an unknown amount of time, Ronan pinned Dinia down, his hands gripping her plump, soft breasts tightly. As he thrust into her with all his might, he kissed Dinia, who had turned her head. Dinia was also immersed in the pleasure of love and desire, her legs arching back and her toes stretching out in ecstasy.

With her lips parted, Dinia pushed herself up with her hands on the ground, kneeling and raising her incredibly pert buttocks, which were wet with snow and became incredibly smooth and glistening in the sunlight.

Ronan gripped Dinia's seemingly slender but actually strong and taut waist with both hands and began the final sprint.

As the climax approached, the inner walls of Dinia's vagina began to expand and contract continuously, and her cervix opened and closed repeatedly.

With a long, low roar from Ronan, dozens of thick, blue liquids shot out and splattered against the palace walls, almost filling them completely.

Then, Ronan collapsed onto Dinia, his body going limp, and he closed his eyes, gasping for breath.

He had expended a lot of energy in the previous battles, and was seriously injured when he finally stopped Shinash, so he was really exhausted.

Chapter 731 Burden, Memories and Prospects, Unexpected Visitor

A few minutes later, in the snow, Dinia nestled beside Ronan, playfully stroking his manhood, which was curled up like a little chick after they had finished in the icy snow.

"So small, so ugly," Dinia said, unusually joking about the thing.

Ronan took a deep breath and scoffed lightly.

"Your voice is so soft. Where did that domineering aura you were just displaying go?" Dinia asked provocatively.

Ronan, unable to muster any strength, grabbed Dinia with his claws. "I'm not a physical monster like you. It's normal for me to be out of energy right now."

Dinia stood up, snapped her fingers, and a bodysuit made of mycelium appeared. "How about I carry you?"

Ronan stood up abruptly. "I'm not at that level yet. How can a man like me let a woman carry me?"

"Boring," Dinia said dismissively, then added, "You've carried me for over twenty years, what's wrong with me carrying you once?"

“I’m willing, so what?” Ronan retorted firmly.

Dinia wiped her hair with one hand, shaking off the ice shards, and locked her red eyes on Ronan. "If you don't want to, I'll break your legs and carry you on my back."

Ronan sighed, "When did you start acting like a child?"

"Old people are like children, I'm old, so naturally I have a childlike temper." Dinia had the complete air of a rogue.

"I'll carry you, I'm scared of you." Ronan had no choice but to agree.

Dinia bent over, and Ronan stepped up to her.

Carrying Ronan on her back, Dinia began to walk forward step by step through the deep pit.

"Aren't you going to fly?" Ronan asked.

“Let’s take a walk. We haven’t taken a walk together in a long time,” Dinia said.

As they walked, the two started chatting about some trivial things that happened in France. For more than 20 years, they had been working hard for that country and had hardly any free time.

Even when I try to recall things, I can't remember many trivial matters.

That's pretty tragic.

If it were a few hundred years ago, managing an agricultural country wouldn't be very demanding, because the need of an agricultural country is to maintain stability. Change is often a bad thing rather than a good thing, regardless of the starting point. Therefore, there's no need to do too much; doing too much would actually be a bad thing.

Even hundreds of years from now, it won't be too tiring, because the institutional framework will be mature and the bureaucratic system will be complete; the only work will be giving orders.

But he happened to be caught in such an era of change. To make matters worse, Dinia was a prime minister with "ideas" and "courage," seeking to increase both national strength and the people's living standards. He couldn't even try to cross the river by feeling for stones, because there were no stones. Ronan had to do it himself. But the officials were still like those from the agricultural era. He not only had to give orders, but also train the troops. What was worse was that there had been continuous reforms over the past twenty years. Officials who were reform leaders ten years ago were already out of touch with the times. Ronan had to constantly bring in studious and ambitious new people to replace them.

In the past twenty years, the nobles and officials of the Kingdom of Fas have been like leeks, being harvested one after another. Various officials who rose to power through reforms finally reached high positions, and as soon as they started to use their power to embezzle, before they could even spend the money or build their manors and villas, they were dragged out for target practice. The only ones who could avoid being shot were those who were not only good at being corrupt, but also studied hard, improved themselves every day, and kept up with the times.

Why did Ambrina maintain such high prestige despite being a tyrannical ruler? Because Ronan was the good cop, Dinia was the bad cop, and she was the good cop. Although she often ordered people to be killed, she also frequently protected people.

Unable to continue the conversation about trivial matters, the two started talking about politics.

After chatting about politics for a while, Ronan simply asked about the idea Dinia had proposed earlier, "How do you plan to run your organization?"

“I haven’t decided yet,” Dinia replied, “but there are a few things that cannot be changed. The first is to pursue fairness and give all of humanity the opportunity to master extraordinary powers.”

"The next day is democracy, which complements the first point. Only when fairness is achieved on a physical level can democracy be better. But without even a little bit of democratic thought, it is unrealistic to expect enough like-minded people to work with us to achieve fairness. There will only be endless opponents."

"Thirdly, there is rationality. There are far too many people in this world, including those who possess extraordinary powers, who are not rational or materialistic enough. Especially 'mind-based' magicians like myself are particularly stubborn, believing that they possess strong extraordinary powers without relying on rational thinking."

"These three points are fundamental, but an organization cannot rely solely on such grand ideals; it also needs very realistic goals and a rigorous system."

"Should I take the lead?" Ronan asked.

Dinia firmly denied it, "No, I'll do it after we've traveled through Seris, and you can add to it."

She loved Ronan as a person and hoped to move towards their ideals together, but she never agreed with some of Ronan's ideas or practices.

After so many years in power, Dinia has come to understand that an organization needs someone like her—unconventional enough, someone who won't turn from a dragon slayer into a dragon—a "too idealistic" individual.

Even "unrealistic" people need someone like Ronan, who is capable of getting things done and uniting more people, but whose thoughts and conduct are not very upright. They also need someone like Ambrina, who is prestigious, seems like a nice person, but can actually be ruthless and can send some people to cowsheds and stables.

"Let's talk about it after we get to Seris. In any case, we need to see the remaining two ruins and Kate's old friend."

Ronan said.

After they had finished talking, Dinia put Ronan down, and the two of them took off and returned to the southern part of the Ganges Plain, to the location of the Happo Temple, to reunite with Ambrina and the others.

The return flight was much slower than during the previous pursuit, and Ronan and Dinia did not return to Hachipō-ji until evening.

Upon arrival, Ronan went straight to the spaceship to rest.

It wasn't a matter of physical strength or magic power, but rather the influence of the power of will activated by Hinash, which disturbed my consciousness. I had been very excited before, but now that I've relaxed, I just feel endlessly tired.

Dinia briefly told the others about Shinash and Nigan, but there wasn't much to say. She just confirmed that there was no possibility of cooperation between the two sides, and then she and Ronan killed the two men to eliminate any future trouble.

That woman has already been sent away by Kate, and Shinash and Little Nigan are dead, so there's no need to do anything to her.

Ronan slept straight through until the next day.

The next day, while Ronan was eating beef curry rice, a person who surprised them all arrived: Canaan, a Persian woman from a Zoroastrian family in western India, whom Dinia had picked up years ago while clearing out pirates in the Mediterranean. She was the inventor of the magic revolver, had served as the director of the technology bureau for many years, and was Dinia's adopted daughter, not her goddaughter, because she had not converted.

The little girl from back then has now grown into a tall, slender, and curvaceous Persian beauty.

"How did you get here?" Dinia asked.

"I resigned as soon as you left," Canaan said, but judging from his expression, he was probably the one who was fired.

Chapter 732 The Atmosphere Is Off, The Terror of Time, Family Politics

After Ronan and his party left, his son with Ambrina, King Lucien the Younger, began a purge. The purge was overseen by Camille, who had moved to the Inner Court Secretariat after Dinia's term ended and later became the Secretary-General of the Inner Court, and Verma, who was both the Queen and the First Secretary.

The Technical Bureau was within the scope of the purge, but Canaan was not on the purge list.

Lucien's personality is similar to his mother, Ambrina. He cherishes old friendships with those he gets along with. Back when Ronan was purging the arts, several of Ambrina's actress friends' lovers, including a few playwrights, critics, and poets who loved to satirize the royal family, got away scot-free.

As for Xiao Luxian, she had always loved spending time in the technology department since she was a child, and Canaan was considered her mentor, so she was simply dismissed.

Others, including some former officials, were not so lucky. Some were transferred, while others were not treated as corrupt officials, but were directly accused of treason and sent to the guillotine.

Canaan did indeed resign voluntarily, rather than being forced to resign, because she was somewhat disgusted by the atmosphere in the country after Ronan left. In the past, there was always political infighting, but it would never involve organizations like theirs.

After resigning, Canaan set off directly from the kingdom to visit her hometown in India, which is located near Mumbai in western India.

Of course she could leave, after all, she was Dinia's adopted daughter, although she was a homebody and not very close to Dinia.

Canaan traveled by boat and arrived in India before Ronan and his party, who had done much more along the way.

Returning to her hometown after many years, she found that her parents, who had once prevented her from going to school and forced her to marry a close relative, had long since been buried in stone tombs.

The eldest brother has already passed away, the second brother is also old, and even the youngest sister has many wrinkles on her face.