Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 874 - 103: Floating City Sortie

The construction of the Floating City module was in full swing, but the gods' attacks also came one after another. This undoubtedly turned Perfikot's original plan of touring the Empire's colonies into nothing; she was now effectively stuck in Langton.

"I think they might be targeting you. If we leave Langton, they might follow us," Sanderion suggested, offering a different perspective, thinking that the gods' target should be Perfikot.

In response, Perfikot didn't refute but instead asked Sanderion, "How do we verify it? We can't afford to gamble. If we let the Floating City leave Langton, and the enemy doesn't follow but instead takes the opportunity to attack Langton, how should we respond?"

"We can leave some Godslaying Armors in Langton. During this time, using the corpses of those slain Divine Attendants, you should have made quite a few new Godslaying Armors, right?" Sanderion looked at Perfikot and made her suggestion.

"Divide our forces? It's worth a try." Perfikot did not oppose.

During this period, both Divine Attendants and Subordinate Gods had attacked, and many were slain. After their corpses were recovered, Perfikot would extract divinity and transform the bodies into new Godslaying Armors, just like Beifa, using ancient alchemy for conversion. The bodies of gods were the best alchemy materials. By processing and reusing these corpses, Perfikot added thirteen new Godslaying Armors, and the materials in her hand could make seven more.

"If we leave enough Godslaying Armors, Langton's defense shouldn't be an issue," Sanderion continued, "We can let the Floating City take a short tour to test the gods' reactions. If they have indeed set their sights on you, then their attack targets should change with the movement of the Floating City."

Perfikot pondered for a moment, nodded, "This is indeed a feasible plan. However, we must ensure Langton's defense is foolproof. If the gods take advantage, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"I will personally oversee Langton's defense deployment," Sanderion said firmly, "You just need to focus on the movement of the Floating City to probe the gods' intentions."

Perfikot slightly smiled, "Then it's decided. We'll act separately and verify this speculation as soon as possible."

The two quickly devised a detailed plan. Perfikot would lead the Floating City for a short tour, while Sanderion would stay in Langton, responsible for commanding the remaining Godslaying Armors and defense forces.

After the plan was set, Perfikot would take the two and a half spliced Floating City modules to the Old Continent.

If everything was as Sanderion guessed, then the gods would surely continue to attack the Floating City.

And if they launched an attack on Langton City, the Godslaying Armors left behind would be enough to withstand the gods' assault, at least until Perfikot could return to aid.

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The Floating City moved slowly under the cloud-laden sky, its steel shell glinting with cold light in the sparse sunlight.

Perfikot stood at the command platform, her gaze sweeping over the sailing route of the Old Continent marked on the vast nautical chart before her, which was once the busiest waterway between the Old Continent and the Empire's homeland.

This was a narrow strait, at its narrowest, it could even be crossed by manpower, and it used to be the focus of territorial disputes between the Empire and France.

But now, it's just a frozen strait.

After leaving sufficient Godslaying Armors to guard Langton, Perfikot steered the Floating City in a probing voyage toward the strait.

If the gods' target truly was her, this cruise would become a trap to lure the enemy in.

The strait below was completely frozen, and even a few ships could be seen trapped in ice on the surface, which made Perfikot curious about what circumstances led these ships to be frozen here.

Suddenly, the Floating City's detection array emitted a sharp buzz, and hundreds of red dots dived down from the clouds.

They were swarms of Flying Dragons, their wing membranes flowing with dark golden divine runes, and the swollen hot glow at their throats heralded an impending breath attack.

"Activate the air defense array, and load the electromagnetic cannons with anti-air explosive shells!" The Navy officer in charge of command responded calmly; this attack was anticipated.

The anti-aircraft guns mounted on the Floating City raised their barrels in unison, the hum of hundreds of electromagnetic cannons charging was like the chirping of a thousand birds or the crackle of a high-frequency thunderstorm.

The first wave of diving Flying Dragons spewed a scorching breath, with searing flames coalescing into a mass that smashed towards the Floating City, leaving patches of scorch marks on its metal armored shell.

The barrage from the electromagnetic cannons followed closely, specially-made anti-air explosive shells blossoming into a black shrapnel curtain in the air, creating a death zone in the sky.

The Flying Dragons attempting to forcibly breach it had their wing membranes torn apart by shrapnel, lost speed, and with lamenting howls, fell like meteors towards the strait below, crashing heavily onto the ice surface and rapidly freezing into bright red ice sculptures.

However, more shadows surged forth from the clouds; evidently driven by some higher power, even as their kind continually fell, their charging formations showed no sign of collapse.

"Significant damage to the armor on the southeast side!" The operator's shouts pierced the hum of the alarm.

Three dragon leaders, their bodies far larger than the others, clawed relentlessly at the Floating City's shell, their scales sloughing off under the electromagnetic barrage, yet they continued to gnaw madly at the steel structure.

Perfikot's eyes were cold, void of emotional fluctuation, merely instructing Beifa beside her, "Beifa, tear them apart."

The maid standing behind Perfikot, Beifa, bowed slightly and then turned to leave the command room.

Moments later, a silver-white silhouette soared into the sky.

Beifa donned a special steam armor, the armor's surface shimmering with a chilling light, and the high-frequency vibrating blade customized by Perfikot emitted a low buzz in her hand.

Beifa plunged into the fray like a meteor, her vibrating blade tracing a chilling arc in the air, instantly severing the spine of the dragon leader.

The dragon leader let out a piercing wail before its massive form plummeted from the sky.

Beifa's movements were swift and precise, each sweep of her blade accompanied by the fall of a dragon.

Two hours later, the carcass of the last dragon sunk into the strait.

The armor of the Floating City bore numerous scorch marks, yet its core areas remained undamaged.

Beifa returned to the command room, steam armor stained with dragon blood, yet her expression remained calm, as if she had just completed a routine task.

Perfikot glanced at the Floating City, its damages not too severe, then at the vast number of dragon ice sculptures on the ice below. She was now convinced of Sanderion's judgment.

"Count, should we proceed to the Old Continent?" The commander approached Perfikot, seeking her instructions.

"Send someone down to retrieve the dragon corpses. These are precious alchemy materials," Perfikot did not answer the commander's question, instead issuing new orders, "Repair the damaged areas urgently; the enemy won't stop at just one attack."