Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 907 - 135

While the transformation of the Floating City was being completed, the Energy Tower in Marsel City was finally constructed.

The massive energy field and temperature barrier extending from the Energy Tower enveloped the slums within the city, providing them with a relatively warm environment.

Though not enough to melt the accumulating snow, it raised the temperature in the slums from several degrees below zero to just a few degrees below, still cold but at least tolerable and survivable without too great a cost.

The heating field was the first to take effect, and the residents of the shivering slums were amazed to find the biting cold rapidly fading away.

The heat released from the Energy Tower was distributed to every corner of the city through underground networks, bringing warmth to those ramshackle shacks for the first time.

These changes undoubtedly greatly improved the local survival conditions amidst the cold apocalypse. Formerly hostile to the Perfikot, the French now looked upon the Energy Tower with a greater sense of awe and gratitude.

However, Perfikot was not in the mood to stay and continue playing the role of benevolent overlord to these French.

Once the stability of the Energy Tower was confirmed, she swiftly appointed a new Governor and Commander of the garrison.

The new Governor was a civilian officer dispatched from the Empire's mainland, while the Commander of the garrison was a Northern Territory veteran personally selected by her.

The handover ceremony was so simple as to be almost perfunctory, and Perfikot didn't even attend, instead sending a deputy along with a letter of appointment stamped with her sigil ring.

The engines of the Floating City roared to life once more, casting its massive shadow over Marsel City again.

This time, the city's residents no longer hid in fear but instead flooded out of their homes, gazing up at the iron city that had become their beacon of hope for survival as it slowly ascended.

Some even took off their hats and waved in greeting, despite knowing that those in the Floating City couldn't possibly see them.

Perfikot's next journey did not involve traversing the old world.

From the observation deck in the Floating City, she gazed at the distant continent shrouded in mist.

It was once the place where the influence of the Ancient Gods was rooted the deepest and also the central region ruled by the Ancient Gods during the mythical era, said to still be home to countless mysterious ruins.

Now, with the return of the divine, this land had become the most perilous front.

In the state of having already triggered a divine war, recklessly heading into the old world, even with the Floating City as a backdrop, seemed nonetheless a reckless move.

Her plan was first to head west, reaching the far western coastline of France, then turning southward to cross the expansive Romulus Inner Sea. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

That stretch of tranquil waters known as the "Empire's Bathtub" provides an excellent sailing route, after which she could directly enter the territory of the Desert Kingdom.

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Amidst the old world, in the era still dominated by cold weaponry or from the end of the mythical era until the beginning of the industrial revolution, the Romulus Inner Sea consistently remained the vital artery of transportation for many surrounding nations of the old world.

This vast, mirror-like body of water resembled a blue gem embedded between continents, connected to the tumultuous open ocean through narrow straits, yet miraculously maintaining its lake-like stillness.

Merchant ships could safely travel here without fear of the kind of monstrous waves on the real ocean that could tear vessels apart, making it a natural golden seaway of east-west connection.

However, precisely because of its immeasurable value, nations have waged bloody battles over this water for thousands of years.

During the rise of the Romulus Empire, the war to unify the old world ignited here, colossal fleets clashing on the serene surface, ship rams tearing through enemy hulls, burning arrows raining down like rain, illuminating the entire sea like purgatory.

Later, as the Empire crumbled and nations arose, the fires of sea competition still burned on this water, countless sunken ships carrying treasure and lost souls forever sleeping beneath.

It was precisely by absolute control over this golden waterway that the Romulus Empire could incorporate the vast territories of the old world into its domain, even arrogantly naming this global shared water as "Inner Sea."

Merchant ships, warships, diplomatic fleets, came and went in droves, with the Empire's wealth and power flowing here, prosperity lasting centuries.

Yet now, all this has become history.

The advent of the cold apocalypse froze the once permanently warm waters.

Looking down from high in the Floating City, the once shimmering sea now lies in endless whiteness, eerily flat as if it's a mirror forgotten by the divine.

Occasionally, one can see remains of ships frozen in the ice, their masts jutting towards the sky like mute tombstones, telling of the former prosperity and current desolation.

The cold wind howls past, stirring tiny ice crystals that glisten coldly in the sunlight.

This once golden seaway now boasts eternal silence and chill.

"Seeing this ocean sealed in ice provides a more direct sense of the destruction and impact the divine have imposed upon this world." Perfikot couldn't help but lament, though at this moment no one else was beside her, therefore no one but the wind could hear what she said.

Even for Perfikot, facing such a catastrophe affecting the entire world, she was still powerless.

For the Romulus Inner Sea was not the issue, with the impact of this apocalyptic winter, even the ocean between the New Continent and the old world had frozen solid, and there's talk of considering crossing the frozen ocean to open a transportation line from the Northern Territory to the Empire's mainland.

It sounds exaggerated, but concerning the world now, this matter is already feasible.

After all, even the ocean near the equator had frost solidified, its ice layers so thick, holding large transport vehicles is no problem.

In fact, last time Perfikot and Sanderion tested underwater mining units near the Empire's mainland coast, the pierced ice layer was over ten meters thick, and not only could vehicles pass, even if Perfikot were to smash the Floating City down, it might not break through the ice.

But from a certain perspective, these are still impractical, for if the cold issue cannot be solved, humanity doesn't need three hundred years for earth core cooling, just fifty years and we'd all freeze to death.

Even with the Energy Tower that Perfikot developed and underground shelters, it wouldn't withstand a temperature drop of one degree per year.

"Alas, I hope the Desert Kingdom's relics can provide the information I need." Perfikot sighed, recalling that before the apocalypse, she once sent people to that ancient desert seeking old prophecies, yet didn't get the desired information, leaving her lamenting.

Now having the opportunity to personally investigate this matter, Perfikot naturally wishes to ascertain what remained unclear back then.