Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Because this opponent is different. Rabelais is an absolute powerhouse in terms of physical skills. Every punch and kick is the result of fifty or seventy years of experience. If Ronan goes up, he will still be beaten, and he can only exchange injuries for injuries. Unlike before, when he went up, he went from being beaten to beating others.

Ronan has two tasks: first, to maintain the magical armor on Dinia's surface and the sword in his hand without limit.

The second task is to use the mushrooms that have successfully seeped into the cracks in the outer wall of the White Tower to cast spells, spewing out magic power to continuously interfere with the White Tower's predetermined flight path, causing it to gradually deviate from its original target.

The battle was mainly fought by Dinia himself; he did not participate.

Ronan had no idea how the muscular old man who specialized in close combat realized his location or pinpointed his position. Just now, Ronan had almost been hit.

Rabelais's neck wound had almost healed, and he couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that I would lose to someone else in this kind of battle."

If he couldn't distance himself from him, he believed that neither Stefan nor Ussel could be his match.

But unexpectedly, they lost to two young men.

"You didn't lose."

Diniya responded.

She expected that even in their combined form, they would be badly beaten, but the reality was even worse than she anticipated.

However, she and Ronan are already "immortals." Not only can their bodies regenerate at super-fast speeds, but they can also absorb and release a sea of ​​magic power at unrestricted speeds. More importantly, no matter how damaged their bodies are, their consciousness will not be affected. So even when their hands and feet are severed, or their chests are pierced and their heads are cut off, they can still launch a counterattack.

Therefore, no matter how skillful and powerful Rabelais is in severely injuring the combined Roddy, he himself will inevitably be injured the moment he inflicts the damage.

Despite the constant exchange of injuries, Rabelais was still able to stand there and talk to her.

“This body has been beaten to this state, and your plans and objectives have been thwarted. We have indeed lost.” As he spoke, Rabelais suddenly vomited blood.

Dinia was momentarily surprised.

“A mortal body, overdrawn too much, can never compare to you monsters.” With a sigh, Rabelais turned to look into the distance, one hand digging into the gap between his abdominal muscles, pulling out a metal arrow-like object from the flesh and holding it in his hand.

Is it some kind of special weapon designed specifically for her? Or some kind of self-suppressing drug?

Dinia became fully alert.

Then, Rabelais gently tossed it aside. Bang! The arrow exploded, neither a weapon nor a potion, leaving a large cloud of orange-red smoke that lingered in the air.

This is a signal flare!

Is there any help coming from elsewhere?

Dinia and Ronan couldn't believe it. In a battle of this level, ordinary mages wouldn't be qualified to be reinforcements. Lower-level mages would be caught in the crossfire and die instantly. They wouldn't be any more resilient than the thick outer shell of the White Tower.

Wasn't Ussel the only one truly qualified to be reinforcements? But he's already tied down by Stefan.

Just as the two were wondering, the white tower suddenly began to tremble violently, like an egg about to burst in boiling water.

In the distance, on an old castle ruin watchtower on a hillside in Rondinia, out of Rabelais's sight, Heath saw a plume of orange-red smoke.

"In such close combat where it was impossible to create distance, Rabelais actually lost?"

Heath was somewhat incredulous.

Stefan, that cunning old fox, would never choose to fight the fierce Rabelais on such a battlefield. It's obvious that Stefan would pull his "father" away and then use various special spells to delay him.

The one left to fight Rabelais will inevitably be Dinia, but is Dinia really that strong?

“Forget it, there’s no time to think about these things,” Heath sighed.

The signal flare was a message to him that the explosive program he had set up while Ussel was away had been activated, and as one of the masterminds, he had to run away.

Just as Heath was running away from the observation point, the White Tower began to shake more and more violently, as if it were about to explode.

On the White Pagoda.

Rabelais wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tore a strip of cloth from his tattered trousers, bit the cloth with his mouth, and used it to straighten his messy, blood-stained white hair. Finally, he re-tied his hair into a low ponytail with the cloth, then spread his arms, his lips slightly upturned, and looked at the sky behind Roddy, as if to say, "Farewell, everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rabelais fell straight backward, plummeting from the sky.

“This is troublesome,” Dinia said.

At this moment, Ronan also emerged from Dinia's body, still not dissolving the fusion. "I think a huge lump is about to explode, and we probably can't stop it."

Dinia's expression was grave. "Although its flight path has been altered, it will likely still land within the capital's territory. It's starting to descend now, and its speed is increasing. Time is running out. Do you have any ideas?"

With limited time remaining, there are only two things that can be done: one is to go to the top spire, which serves as the research lab, and take away the things that are being produced inside.

Another thing is to change the direction of the White Tower at this moment when there are no more disturbances, and to dismantle and break it up. Even if it still ends up in the capital, it will not be such a large whole.

Ronan saw through Dinya's thoughts at a glance. She herself was more inclined to save people, but she also knew very well that Ronan didn't want to save people, he just wanted to get things, so she let Ronan choose.

“Let’s go take a look at the spire ahead first,” Ronan said.

“Okay,” Dinia agreed without hesitation.

Maintaining the fusion, Roddy rode the hovering shield and flew horizontally to the entrance of the spire, which was originally above but was now in front, and jumped inside.

The tower, which was originally upright, is now horizontal, and the contents inside have long been overturned.

However, there was so much stuff here that it was like a huge library with its four bookshelves collapsed, requiring a large ladder to reach the books.

Ronan said, "Sure enough, the tower wasn't originally planned to be blown up. Ussel, the 'Lord of the White Tower,' was only a temporary addition, so nothing was moved; it's all here."

"Now it's time to show off your skills, Didi. We need to save people, and I also need to get the loot."

Chapter 405 Win-Win, Too Much Shit, Finally It Can End

The White Pagoda consists of three parts. The bottom part is a cylinder with an outer diameter of 100 meters and a height of 50 meters. Even if the nearly 2-meter-thick outer wall is removed, the base area is still about the size of a football field.

In the center is a hemispherical platform, larger in diameter than a cylinder, and on the platform, a conical spire, about thirty meters in diameter and sixty meters high, is where Ronan and Dinia are currently located.

The interior of the conical tower was supposed to be like a circular library, with all the books and documents placed on the circular bookshelves. But suddenly it was turned sideways, with one half of the bookshelves completely empty, and the books and documents on it scattered and pressed down on the other half of the circular bookshelves.

"Very good, they are all books."

Ronan glanced at it.

Once again, it was confirmed that apart from various books bound into volumes or patterned paper wrapped and stuffed into a long cylinder, the majority of the remaining items were stacks of paper documents nailed to a wooden board, as well as some other scattered manuscripts.

The top layer was merely where Ussel conducted theoretical conjectures, summaries, and reasoning analyses; it was not where he performed experiments.

The cylindrical building below is where he conducted his experiments.

"Next, we'll cut the spire off along with its base. Its material is the same as the other parts, so its protective capabilities are just as high. If it falls to the ground, it will probably only crack, not shatter. So, once we cut it off, we don't need to worry about it anymore."

The spire itself is the smallest and has the thinnest outer wall, so it's the only part that can be cut off in a short time.

The White Tower was made of a very durable material. As a battlefield, Dinia and Rabelais fought on it for several minutes, and it only cracked, not shattered.

Even if it falls hundreds of meters and gets stuck in the ground, it won't break.

As long as the outside is not broken, there is no need to worry about the paper or leather books and documents inside being damaged.

A win-win situation, it's a sure thing.

"What's left are these two big lumps: the cylinder and the hemispherical platform. If we stop them, we can finish."

Ronan said.

“Mm,” Dinia replied.

Soon, the spire, along with its base, was sliced ​​off by a highly concentrated red magic strike. Having no power of its own, it immediately began to free fall after separating from the main body, plummeting towards the ground.

Then, the combined Roddy flew away from the still-flying white tower and arrived at the lower front of the white tower at an extremely fast speed.

Gigantic.

A red giant, over twenty meters tall and covered in dark gold semi-transparent armor, appeared. To ordinary people, Roddy, after his enlargement, was a giant, but compared to the flying White Tower, he was just a four or five-year-old child.

In his Red Giant form, Roddy rushed forward, embracing the flying White Tower. Ten enormous round shields pressed down on his back, like ten round jet tubes, propelling the Red Giant and preventing the White Tower from advancing further. From a distance, it looked like a red-bodied child hugging a large white porcelain water vat that could fit two or three adults, trying to push it forward.

“No, this thrust is not enough,” Dinia said with difficulty.

"That's enough. This thing will at most land on the outer layer and break through the outer city wall. We've already slowed down its oblique impact. The citizens on the outermost layer aren't blind; they have enough time to escape. As for the damage, well... we'll figure that out later."

Ronan originally meant to say that it was a good thing that the citizens' houses were destroyed by the flood, so that they could find a reason to rebuild them. Wouldn't that be a good thing?

The capital city of Palistor is really terrible; apart from the area around the palace, it can be described as filthy and chaotic.

The filth and disorder were not due to poor municipal construction or lack of sewage systems in places other than the palace, nor were they due to the residents' lack of cleanliness and hygiene. It was simply because there were too many people. The roads, drainage systems, and sewage systems were all from a hundred years ago, and with the continuous influx of people, they were already overloaded. Even though excrement was a strategic resource that could be used as fertilizer and gunpowder, and there were people collecting it every day, they still couldn't keep up with the demand, making the areas where the lower-class citizens lived in densely populated areas reek.

Wangdu had four walls.

The first ring is centered on the royal palace, and then there are four rings in total, one inside the other. These city walls were originally built to accommodate the continuous expansion of the capital over the past few hundred years. However, nowadays, these city walls no longer serve a defensive purpose, but are constantly being raised and extended. The reason for this is isolation and odor prevention, especially between the third and fourth rings, which is the ring between merchants with some wealth, middle-income professionals, civil servants, and ordinary people at the bottom of society. The main wall there is the highest, and there are the most branch walls.

Soon, residents on the outermost edge of the capital, near the city walls, noticed the anomaly in the sky from a straight-line distance of several hundred meters.

A red giant over twenty meters tall, a white cylinder a hundred meters in diameter—if you still can't see that, you should gouge your eyes out.

People without special knowledge have an instinctive fear of the enormous. They don't need to know what it is; they only need to know that something huge is approaching their home.

In an instant, more than a dozen witnesses scattered and ran away, rushing towards their homes while frantically shouting along the way, telling others that a big one was coming and to run quickly.

Those living on the outer perimeter, possessing little property, grabbed their bedsheets and blankets, packed up their meager valuables, and dragged their wives and children out of the narrow, cramped, dilapidated houses that looked like tattered cardboard boxes from afar. They raced wildly towards the city. In an instant, the citizens on this side, carrying large and small bags, jostled and pushed each other, like clumps of frightened fat rats surging out from under a crowded pile of tattered cardboard boxes, bumping and shoving each other as they surged to the other side.

Rondinia had no time to care about these things. The White Tower, which had already slowed down, made them almost think they could land smoothly with this thing. Unexpectedly, after approaching the capital, the White Tower accelerated again.

With a deafening roar, the red giant landed in the desolate wilderness not far from the city walls. The moment it touched the ground, its feet shattered the earth. Then, the massive white tower crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, creating a huge crater and causing a massive tremor. Sand and dust billowed up, even higher than the red giant himself.

Although it had landed and was stuck in a deep pit, the White Tower continued to move forward.

The red giant positioned its colossal shield, as tall as itself, between itself and the white tower. Then, it leaned to the side, bracing its shoulder against the shield, tilting its body, and pushing off the ground with its feet. The other shields continued to push from behind, preventing the white tower from advancing.

If the Red Giant looks like a child in front of the White Tower, then the outermost six-meter-high brick and stone wall looks like a low mud wall made by children playing house in front of the Red Giant.

The white tower slowed down once again, only able to push the red giant forward slowly. It seemed to have little power, and visually, it looked as if it were crawling slowly on the ground.

The red giant's heel touched the city wall, but the wall was incredibly solid. The red giant's foot, in its human form, tried to use the wall for leverage, but the wall couldn't withstand the enormous force. With one push, the wall collapsed.

At this point, the destruction of the city's buildings within the capital was no longer an option.

However, the "disassembly and dismantling" of the White Pagoda is almost complete.

In fact, Ronan and Dinia were not only pushing against this enormous thing, but also using magic to destroy its interior.

"It's finally over."

Chapter 406 It stopped, the jinx, the kingdom's most innocent magician

Without its spire, the White Tower, which was on the verge of disintegration but had not yet disintegrated, continued to push the combined form of Red Giant Roddy forward.

Continue heading towards the royal palace.

It was like a huge, slowly moving bulldozer. Although slow, it was unstoppable. Wherever it passed, the solid stone road was plowed into a wide and deep trench, like soft soil. The gravel and soil were pushed aside, tumbling to both sides and piling up into mountains.

As for the buildings along the way, they would collapse with a push or shatter with a crash.

Whether it's the red giant towering more than twenty meters ahead, or even if it were turned sideways and its diameter became its height, reaching a height of a hundred meters, both are far, far taller than the surrounding bungalows that are at most three stories high.

It was less of a push and a ram, and more of a crushing, like a slow-moving road roller entering a city full of model buildings, crushing everything in its path and turning it into a flat wasteland.

Ronan and Dinia have prevented the White Tower from falling directly into the capital and have greatly slowed its advance.

Of course, casualties are still inevitable.

Ronan wouldn't care about any of that.

Dinia is the same. She is a person who is not easy for ordinary people to understand. Killing and saving are both things she is passionate about, but she will not feel pleasure from killing people, nor will she feel guilty for failing to save people.

Gradually, the white pagoda itself began to crumble, with large chunks falling off.

Finally, after breaking into the capital and advancing several hundred meters, destroying a large number of buildings, the White Tower stopped. At this point, only a broken cylindrical base remained of the White Tower; most of the rest had been scattered in piles along the way.

Seeing that everything was over, the red giant suddenly shrank, and then Dinia and Ronan appeared.

Dinia was covered in a dense cluster of red mycelium, as if she were wearing a red, matte bodysuit; her military uniform had long been torn to shreds.

At this moment, Dinia also looked exhausted, hunched over, with her hands on her knees, eyes closed and face down, trying her best to regulate her breathing.

A fierce battle lasting several minutes ensued, during which she was "killed" by Rabelais more than once. After trading blows, she finally gained the upper hand. Rabelais then leaped from the sky and fell. In order to stop the White Tower from flying towards the capital, she had to maximize the release rate of her magic.

At this moment, Dinia was nearing her limits in terms of both body and mind, magic and life force.

Ronan is better.

He was simply running out of magic, and the prolonged multitasking had caused him to overwork his brain.

After a pause, Ronan spoke up, "Let's rest here. Judging by the time, Stefan, that old fox, will be back with Ussel in about five or six minutes."

"According to him, he was using a marker-based teleportation technique. He would disappear from a certain place and return to the same place. He marked the White Tower, but now the White Tower has been destroyed by us. So, we can only say that he and Ussel will suddenly appear in this area in a few minutes."

Dinia breathed a sigh of relief. "If a fight breaks out here, it will be extremely troublesome."

"It's unlikely that a fight will break out. Although I don't know this Mr. Ussel, based on some records of his words and deeds, plus the account of that old fox Stefan, he is someone who doesn't care much about politics or even the secular world. As for research, he doesn't have any topics that he absolutely has to figure out. It's just that he has nothing else to do besides research."

“Another of Rabelais’s associates, who probably knew him better, persuaded him to join temporarily using some kind of rhetoric.”