Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 754 - 707: How can the Empire thrive with this group of bugs?

In the wilderness, a train is cutting through the snow.

The massive snowplow attached to the heavy steam engine slices through the snow, pushing it to the sides of the tracks, clearing a path.

Inside the armored carriage, Perfikot is resting with her eyes closed.

This is a somewhat unusual move for her. Generally, she prefers to spend her time and energy on reading or research, rarely closing her eyes idly like this.

Even during leisure time, if she's not researching or reading, she would rather have afternoon tea than wait idly like she seems to be doing now.

"How far are we from Beloburg?" Perfikot suddenly opened her eyes, appearing somewhat impatient.

"At the current speed of the train, it will take about another hour to reach Beloburg," the old butler standing by Perfikot's side reported before offering, "Miss, should I urge the driver to speed up?"

"No, no need, let's keep it this way. But have everyone stay vigilant, they..." Perfikot's expression suddenly showed a hint of anger but then changed to helplessness, "won't pass up on this opportunity."

The old butler knew who Perfikot was referring to and advised her, "Miss, don't let it bother you, these people simply fail to see the situation clearly! There's really no need to be upset over them.

In comparison, I still think you should have taken the Flying Airship to Beloburg, the train is far too susceptible to attacks."

"That's precisely why I want them to attack! You said they don't see the situation clearly, if I don't give them this opportunity, how will I wipe out these unreasonable fools in one sweep?" Perfikot expressed with a somewhat gritted tone.

Although there was no new update from Beloburg, based on the earlier information and the movements of the military forces around Beloburg, Perfikot could easily deduce that someone was up to something.

Initially, she thought someone was trying to exploit the Empress's critical illness for some agenda and didn't pay it much mind.

But she quickly realized that someone intended to use the Empress's critical illness as a pretext to target her, and potentially, the news of the Empress being critically ill could be false.

This revelation made Perfikot very angry.

Perfikot was indifferent to people plotting against her.

After all, she couldn't expect everyone to like her or to support her. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

She could accept political differences from others who wanted to scheme against her, as long as they could withstand her retaliation.

But she couldn't tolerate anyone exploiting the Empress's critical illness in this way, because the Empress was genuinely susceptible to such a scenario.

Even though Perfikot hadn't intersected much personally with the Empress, she always respected her and treated her like a senior figure.

So when someone attempted to deceive her by using the Empress's critical condition, Perfikot was genuinely infuriated this time.

And the consequence of her anger is serious.

"Miss, are you planning to utilize their attack on you as a means to launch a military coup?" The old butler directly voiced Perfikot's intent, without any intent to stop her, and even encouraged her further, "Forgive my bluntness, if you truly intend to proceed, you should directly mobilize your forces and push forward, rather than personally risking yourself by giving them the chance to attack you.

Bear in mind it's extremely dangerous, should you suffer any injury..."

Before the old butler could finish, a series of muffled explosions came from outside the carriage. His expression immediately changed, swiftly rushing to Perfikot's side, he placed a hand on her head, forcing her under the table.

At that moment, an explosion occurred outside the carriage, shattering the windows, littering glass shards everywhere, the flying debris filled the interior of the carriage.

"Is it artillery fire?" Under the table, Perfikot didn't rush to rise, but calmly asked the old butler.

"It appears so, field infantry artillery!" The old butler reported the situation to Perfikot, his expression turning incredibly stern.

"They can actually mobilize troops to attack my train, these bastards!" Perfikot gritted her teeth, swiftly shouted at Beifa who was already shielding her, "Beifa, arm yourself! Kill them all!"

"Command received." Beifa's eyes turned red, then he moved through the carriage filled with glass shards to another compartment.

That's where Beifa's Godslaying Armor was stored.

"Grandfather Fu, go coordinate others to organize defense! Wear your armor!" Perfikot issued new orders to the old butler beside her, finally standing up herself.

"But Miss, you need protection!" Foster looked at Perfikot, anxious about her safety.

"The sooner you and Beifa defeat the enemies, the sooner I will have my safety, carry out my command." Now, Perfikot was extraordinarily calm, though filled with inner rage, nothing on her face betrayed it.

Receiving Perfikot's words, the old butler took a deep breath but said no more, simply advising Perfikot, "Then take care, Miss, I'll be right back."

Then, the old butler ran towards another carriage.

"Originally, I thought of resolving the issue politically, but since you all refuse dignity, I'll give you a dignified end." Perfikot felt the cold wind blowing through the shattered window, sat down again, ignoring the scattered glass shards around and the rapidly dropping temperature coating everything in frost.

Compared to the chill in the air, her inner rage was enough to burn down the entire city.

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"We've received news up front that the Lord of the North's train has been spotted, the army's moved to action." A breathless member of the Royalist Party rushed into the room, notifying others of the news.

"Excellent! As long as we eliminate the Count of the Northern Territory, everything else will be manageable! Let's have our people lock down the city! Prepare to arrest all Northern Faction officials! I want them wiped out in one sweep!" Hearing the news, others were overjoyed, among them some radicals were already gearing up to purge all members of the Northern Faction.

At this moment, someone inquired, "And what about Prime Minister Wellington? Should he be replaced too?"

"Replace him! He wasn't elected through a democratic process! That's the result of the Lord of the North manipulating the election! We don't recognize him as the Prime Minister of the Empire! And the Deputy Prime Minister too! Just a mere worker, previously a party traitor, now blatantly leading the Empire! How can the Empire progress alongside a nest of such vermin!" The radical shouted loudly, as if victory was already theirs.