Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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This endless white land is devoid of any living creatures other than the monsters born from the deaths of users of elemental and summoning magic. A divine realm? This place is nothing but hell.

Having lived in this hellish place for thousands of years, their bodies were nearly decayed, and their hearts had long been hollowed out by endless nothingness. Only two thoughts remained: to live and to leave this place.

Only by capturing the original species can one survive, and only by achieving immortality can one pass through that narrow space and leave this place.

"Ronan."

"Ok?"

"Hold on."

Chapter 275 Swearing, is it okay? A man can't say no.

Dinia unleashed her full magic, the explosive release causing the outer armor to tremble violently, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

Meanwhile, the male androids on the periphery had completed their deployment, forming a massive elemental magic circle. Inside, the female leader and her group had lowered the air temperature to freezing point around the combined Ronan and Dinia, and a battle was about to break out.

At this moment, Dinia, at the very center, was clad in a full suit of dark gold plate armor, covering her body from head to toe. Her helmet was shaped like a mad wolf, and the striped eye guards emitted two points of crimson light like spotlights. A ribbon like a red flame floated on the top of the helmet, and barbed blades hung on her arm guards. Her gauntlets resembled sharp claws, and between her breastplates, a wolf's head pattern emerged, holding a short sword in its mouth. The tiny gaps between the armor plates on her body shimmered with the overflowing red light brought by red magic, and her lower body armor, knee guards, greaves, and boots had smooth lines.

On the other side, the android women, known as demons in the native legends, except for their leader who remained stationary, all tore off their gray cloth robes, revealing their bodies wrapped in white bodysuits. Below their necklines, above their chests, there were things that looked like numbers. To the left of the merged Roddy was a dot, and to the right were two dots above and a horizontal line below.

The mischievous sandworm monster rolled over on the edge of the white sand, raising a tiny speck of dust. The instant the dust rose, lightning struck and struck Roddy. At the same time, the sand beneath Roddy's feet turned into a swamp, slowing Roddy's movements.

Roddy barely managed to move to avoid the lightning strike, but his right arm suddenly twisted and broke off on its own.

"Loose." A thought popped into Dinia's head.

Ronan loosened the armor covering his right hand, and Dinia grabbed his right hand with his left and ripped it off. He then swung it, knocking away the person attacking from his left. His right arm, which had grown back instantly, delivered a punch, sending the person attacking from his right flying.

The person who was knocked away was like a cannonball hitting the sand. He was propelled forward for a moment, kicking up dust several meters high along the way, and finally came to a stop after carving a deep trench dozens of meters long in the sand.

Almost simultaneously with Roddy knocking away Number Two and Number Seven on his left and right, Number Three behind him also launched an attack, sending a flying kick flying over. Roddy bent over and used a steel bridge to dodge the kick, which was like a flying axe. Dinia opened his mouth and shot a red beam of light that blasted Number Three into the air.

Without a moment to catch his breath, a barrage of meteors and fire, like homing missiles, struck. At the same time, ice pillars, like landmines, kept piercing the ground. With every step Roddy took, behind him and beneath him, came bombardments and explosions.

Meanwhile, Number Two, Number Seven, and Number Three continued their attacks.

Number Two's bizarre ability is to fix injuries; the wounds inflicted will never repair or heal themselves. Even the slightest damage to the armor will only result in the entire armor plate being torn off and regenerated. Number Seven's ability is to forcibly distort the body at medium to long range; once hit, one can only abandon a part of the body. Number Three's ability is to extract magic and cause aging and corrosion; if touched, magic will be extracted, and the part touched will immediately age and decay.

All of them are attacks that have no solution.

Another round of attacks struck, knocking away numbers two, seven, and three. At the same time, the mud prison instantly sealed off Roddy, and countless water spears carrying lightning bolts pierced through. Then, a rain of fire washed over the ground. In that instant, the leader made his move, descending from the sky. The next moment, the surrounding white sand exploded, sending up a rain of white sand mushrooms. The sand waves swept outwards like a tsunami.

As the white dust settled, the leader and Roddy stood facing each other. Below the leader's collar was a dot representing number two, which had been pierced by a sword. On the other side, Roddy's head armor had also shattered, and two fingers had been poured into his brow, causing blood to spurt and his brains to tremble.

Roddy could sense that her second ability was guaranteed to hit, break, and kill within its range.

The world seemed to freeze for a second. The next second, Roddy kicked the number one leader away, chopped off half of his own head with one hand, and a new one grew back, followed by the regeneration of his armor.

After the crystal skull entered their bodies, Dinia and Ronan's consciousness was no longer in any organ or tissue of their bodies. They possessed the original regenerative ability, meaning they were immortal.

The leader drew several meters across the sand, his feet sinking deep into the ground. Behind him, the aftershocks stirred up a towering sandstorm. Despite being a crystal skull, no injury would impair his thinking.

The next instant, Roddy landed on the floating shield with one foot, dodging the lightning strike from the sky, and then swept his sword across Number Three, who was attacking like a missile, cutting Number Three in half at the waist.

Number Three, who had just landed, was caught by a woman who suddenly emerged from the ground and restored to her normal condition.

The robe fluttered down, revealing a horizontal number zero.

The white body armor worn by this group originally had both high magic resistance and physical resistance. Magic could not penetrate this armor and directly affect them. They could only be worn down by force or by Ronan's sword, which ignored the armor. But now there is another one that can instantly heal the body, so even if they are cut in half, it will not affect them.

"Damn it, this is never going to end."

"Ha, Didi, you're swearing."

"You manipulated me into saying those things."

"Okay, it's me."

"Can I borrow it for a bit? Is that alright?"

"Can a man say no?"

The next instant, Dinia stepped onto the floating shield and ascended straight upwards, braving the lightning and fire rain. Countless lightning bolts and fire rain struck the armor, which shattered instantly like an oil-paper umbrella braving a downpour and hail, then regenerated, shattered again, regenerated again, and shattered again.

As they ascended to the highest point, Roddy stood in the sky like a red ominous star. As Dinia rose, she continuously accumulated magic power into her sword. Even with her forceful efforts to maintain it, Ronan was nearing his limit and about to burst. At this moment, Dinia's most ferocious technique, Sea Splitting, reappeared.

This time, using Ronan as a vessel, the accumulated magic power far exceeded that of the last time. This time, it wasn't just a magical impact; every bit of magic power carried the penetrating damage of a sword. This time, it wasn't just a single strike; dozens of strikes were unleashed in the blink of an eye.

"die!"

Roddy's target is people; he wants to eliminate them all in the shortest amount of time.

Under the massive slash, the numbered android was like someone swallowed by a red tsunami, merely a tiny white dot in a vast expanse of red.

What can be seen is an endless white expanse. The white sand ground, which was already as if it had been splattered by countless bombs, is like tofu that had been smashed to pieces by a hammer and then cleaved dozens of times by a large cleaver. Countless rifts, tens or hundreds of meters deep and stretching for hundreds of meters, have been opened up in the ground, and countless white sands are pouring into the rifts like water.

The palace ruins were either directly struck by the slash and turned to dust, or affected by the blast and reduced to fragments.

A few seconds later, Ronan and Dinia separated and fell from the sky. As if walking out of a fire, Ronan, charred like a corpse, could barely maintain consciousness, and his little finger could no longer move.

Dinia could only hold him and use her magic to protect herself.

At a height of 100 meters above the ground, Dinia released magic with her back to the ground as a cushion, and finally fell back down.

Ronan lay dead, while Dinia struggled to her feet. Her skin was like water dripping onto a red-hot iron, constantly emitting white smoke. She gasped for breath, her body like a bellows, constantly contracting and expanding.

Dinia glanced at Ronan, who lay lifeless beside her, and asked knowingly, "Still alive, right?"

Chapter 276 Not Dead, Snow-White Ash, Met an Old Rival

Ronan is still alive, of course; he's just dead.

“I really thought I was going to die just now.” Ronan’s lips parted slightly, his voice barely audible, “It felt like every cell in my body was being drenched in molten iron.”

“You are irreplaceable to me now,” Dinia said.

"Wasn't it like that before?" Ronan asked deliberately in a feminine, angry tone.

Just as Dinia was about to make a joke, her expression suddenly changed. "The ones on the outer perimeter are all dead, but the ones in the middle are alive. This is troublesome; their magic is still burning fiercely."

In the distance, all the numbered androids stood still, watching this side.

Ronan couldn't sense anything right now, but after hearing Dinia's description, he laughed, "They're just putting on a brave face. They can't hold on much longer. If they're really alright, what we need to do now is to be as restrained as possible, then launch a surprise attack and take us both down in one fell swoop. Don't worry about me, go and deal with them."

Dinia looked at Ronan, "Sorry, I can't listen to you this time." Then she reached out and turned Ronan into a mushroom, swallowed him whole, and transformed into a red snake, which then burrowed into the sand.

In the distance, Number Two, having noticed that Dinia and Ronan had escaped, closed his eyes.

The stationary No. 2, like the snow-white ash after burning out, was instantly dispersed in the wind, turning into dust and merging into the white sand.

Zero, Three, Seven, and Eleven, who had been buried in the sand and had not yet appeared, were still alive. Their eyes were unfocused, and their pupils showed a dejected gray, the color of the embers after the flame of hope had burned out.

The men on the outer perimeter, who used witchcraft to enhance themselves and unleash elemental magic, were all dead.

Inside were four women, their bodies enhanced by summoning magic and combined with bizarre witchcraft.

The defeat many years ago resulted in more than half of the leaders being killed or wounded, and the previous leader, Number One, also died at the hands of that man.

They had saved up and waited for over a decade, only to be surprised to find that the newcomers carried the original species. Their final, all-out effort, which involved almost all their forces, still ended in failure.

Now, Leader Number Two is also dead.

The entire tribe was reduced to just the four of them, along with two men and two women of low strength who had gone out hunting, making a total of eight people.

“That woman is also in bad shape, we can go after her,” Number Eleven said. Her ability is to detect and lock on. Of the dozens of attacks in that instant, only one was aimed at her. She wasn’t completely hit, and half of her body was cut off, but she was lucky to survive.

"Forget it, I'm not fighting anymore," said Number Seven, slumped to the ground. She had been hit twice, not by Number Zero, and she was already dead.

Number Three remained silent. Being able to absorb magic and life force, she was in the best condition. Even after taking three hits, she still maintained considerable life force. Among the four of them, she was actually the only one who still had fighting power at this moment.

Zero remained silent. With only the ability to repair others, she did not approve of solving problems with force. However, just a moment ago, Dinia wanted to kill her the most, and all seventeen slashes were aimed at her. Number Two endured everything to protect her. At this moment, she did not know whether to follow her own heart or support avenging her best friend.

After letting out a long breath, Zero looked at Number Two, who was no longer recognizable below the ravine, and said, "The living should not die for the dead."

This one sentence drained everyone of their last remaining strength.

"Those two will be back soon," Number Eleven shouted, unwilling to give up.

“We’ll talk about it when they get back,” Number Three said. “Don’t forget, there was another person who also came in through the tower.”

Number Seven asked in confusion, "Wasn't he dead?"

Number Three said, "He doesn't have a soul skeleton, so his soul is split and he can't rebuild his physical body in this world, but he's lucky and has taken over the bodies of several monsters."

The White Land is the lowest level of the divine realm, a transit point for ritual magic. When a person who uses ritual magic dies, their magic returns here and condenses into physical monsters. However, most of them are sandworms that even ordinary humans might not be able to defeat. But some are inherently strong, and with some unexpected factors, they are not weak from the start. Others gradually grow stronger over a long period of time, devouring other monsters and eventually becoming monsters that even surpass the powerful magicians in their lifetime.

On the other side, after they had gone far away, Dinia took Ronan out, transformed back into human form, and then carried Ronan on her back to continue their journey. If she remembered correctly, on the way to the palace ruins, the silent numbered android had taken her and Ronan to a place where several broken stone pillars stood. They could lean against the pillars to avoid the wind and sand and rest.

Once we've rested, we'll go back and fight again.

After walking for a while, they finally arrived at their destination. Dinia put Ronan down, then sat down herself and took off her canvas shoes.

She and Ronan were still wearing the school uniforms they wore in that fragmented space. After taking off their shoes, a lot of sand came out of Dinia's shoes, but her feet, which were covered in black stockings, still had a lot of sand stuck to them, which she couldn't get off no matter what she did.

She never expected that the socks in the place where the creator god was would be just ordinary socks. If they were magic pantyhose, she could have injected a little magic into them and instantly dispersed all the sand, making the socks clean.

Ronan laughed beside him. "The creator god? The creator god might not even withstand a single finger from you."

Just as he was about to close his eyes for a short rest, Dinia suddenly woke him up, asking, "What's going on?"

“Something’s coming, but it’s not those women,” Dinia said.

Soon, a huge armored knight appeared in Ronan's sight, riding a huge black warhorse with a mane as red as fire, and holding a huge warhammer in one hand.

“This knight looks familiar… uh, I remember now, it’s Ares.” Ronan suddenly recalled the giant knight.

"Who is Ares?" Dinia couldn't remember the person at all.

“He’s the mayor of White Star City, the one who had the key to the Seapipers, when we first met,” Ronan said.

“This knight is not Ares,” Dinia said.

Soon, the giant knight reined in his horse a short distance away. It wasn't the knight who spoke, but the horse beneath him, "Gentlemen, you didn't expect this, did you? I'm still alive."

That's Flagg's voice.

"You're lucky you didn't die, so instead of finding somewhere to hide, you're rushing here to die?" Ronan mocked.

Flag said, “You have just had a fierce battle. Although I do not know the cause, I can guess that either you wanted to take something, or they wanted to take something from you. And this thing is related to immortality. So, hand it over, and I may spare one of your lives.”

However, Flag said this only to lull Ronan and Dinia into a false sense of security and create an opportunity for a surprise attack. In that instant, the knight leaped towards Ronan, while the horse galloped towards Dinia.

The next instant, Ronan's shield barely blocked the knight's hammer blow, and he was sent flying.

Ronan, who had rolled more than ten meters on the sand, shakily got up. "I'm fine. You take care of this dead horse."

Dinia flicked out her little fingernail, which transformed into a battle axe-shaped wand. With a vertical cleavage, she split open the skull of the massive warhorse, spilling out a pool of brain matter and blood. Then, she pulled out the axe and chopped off the horse's head with a horizontal slash.

On the other side, Ronan, whose hand had already been smashed, flew away again.

Chapter 277 Fear of Death, Negotiation, The Path Between Life and Death

The headless giant horse crashed to the ground, kicking up a dust storm several meters high. Dinia, having dealt with the horse, immediately turned around, grabbed her so-called magic wand, and began smashing it wildly, crushing and flattening the giant armored knight.

Having dealt with the enemy, Dinia dragged Ronan over and said, "Bear with it." Before Ronan could react, she chopped off his hand, which had been smashed by the knight's warhammer, with an axe.

Ronan didn't even have the strength to roll around; he could only lie on the ground, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain of having one of his hands chopped off.

At the same time, red threads emerged from the severed arm, continuously weaving and regenerating a new arm. However, Ronan's regeneration was much slower than Dinia's. Dinia tore off one of his arms, and a new one grew instantly, but it took him much longer.

After a while, his hand had grown halfway back, and Ronan struggled to sit up. "This Grand Duke is strangely weak."

Dinia braced himself against the sand with his axe. “He’s not weak, he just didn’t intend to fight us to the death. After I used all my strength to take down that horse, he removed the soul from the armored knight beforehand. This giant horse and the armored knight are just a part of him.”

“Those who refuse to bet will never win,” Ronan laughed.

"If it were you, would you gamble your life?" Dinia asked.

Ronan waved his hand. "No, because I like to cooperate with people. I only choose to solve the problem when I can't solve the problem myself. He has obviously been tormented by his obsession with immortality for too long. His mind is no longer normal. He is extremely eager for immortality and extremely afraid of death."

In the distance, beyond their sight, Number Zero, Number Three, Number Seven, and Number Eleven sighed with regret.

If only that person could have worn down Dinia a little more, even if they were severely weakened, they could still put up a fight. But now, they have no choice but to stick to the original plan and negotiate.

Before long, four numbered androids arrived in front of Dinia and Ronan. After a brief standoff, Number Seven spoke, "You probably don't intend to stay here. We can tell you how to get out."

Dinia was about to speak when Ronan pinched her shin hard. Ronan looked at the four of them and said, "Not enough? Are your lives so worthless?"

“Kill us? We’ll run, you can’t catch us,” Number Seven said.

“If you really couldn’t catch up, you wouldn’t have come.” Ronan said with a relaxed and casual expression. “Let’s add some chips.”

Ronan acted very assertively and seemed in no hurry at all. In fact, he and Dinia were eager to leave because Elena and Agustina were still outside, Henry and Duden were there, and Lichfield might also arrive.

However, this eagerness must not be revealed. If the other party realizes that the two of them are in a hurry to leave, the situation will be reversed. Not only will they not be able to get more benefits, but they may even be manipulated by the other party.

Therefore, Ronan didn't let Dinya speak, because if she opened her mouth, she might expose herself.