Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 879 - 108: The Ashen Ruins of the Capital

After completing the preliminary repairs to the Floating City, Perfikot set the Floating City on its original course, slowly sailing across the strait towards France.

Her destination was the capital of France, a city that was once prosperous, but now a desolate white wasteland.

It was the place she had destroyed with Thermobaric Bombs; where millions perished in the disaster, leaving the city in ashes, with endless ruins and the silence of death.

During the initial Seventeen-Day War, Perfikot's actions were not limited to destroying the capital of France.

She also completely destroyed the naval base of France, sinking the fleet of the Three-Nation Alliance, and annihilating their assembled army.

All of this was for one purpose: to buy time for the Victor Empire, to prevent the Empire from wasting precious energy, time, and resources on the war with the Three-Nation Alliance.

Faced with the impending apocalypse, Perfikot chose the most extreme means—she used Thermobaric Bombs in collaboration with the Flying Airship, employing a method that was almost cruel to rapidly end the war, crushing the resistance forces of the Three-Nation Alliance.

Millions died because of her decision, and all of this was for the declaration, "The sky burns, the earth crawls at my feet."

It was then that Perfikot demonstrated to the world the complete transformation in the form of warfare.

Her actions not only caused the complete collapse of the Three-Nation Alliance, but also allowed the Victor Empire to preserve enough resources and energy, focusing on the construction of the Northern Territory, thus laying a solid foundation for the Empire's survival in the doomsday winter.

However, this process did not come without a cost.

The Empire's ruthless exploitation of the Three-Nation Alliance requires no further elaboration; a vast amount of labor was forcibly conscripted and sent to the Northern Territory for construction.

Many people were squeezed to death in the process, with only a very few able to survive until the arrival of the doomsday winter and receive a ticket into the Northern Territory's sanctuary.

Even so, the survivors of the Three-Nation Alliance never extinguished their hatred towards Perfikot.

Over the past few years, they have initiated various resistance actions, seeking revenge or freedom, but all of these uprisings have been suppressed by the Northern Territory army without exception.

Perfikot was well aware of these acts of rebellion, but she didn't care about them.

She had long understood that her original decision would inevitably invite hatred and revenge.

She offered the people of the Three-Nation Alliance a chance to survive, but whether they cherished it or not was their choice.

As for their rebellion, Perfikot merely accepted it indifferently. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She knew well, having killed so many people back then, how could she disallow others to resist and seek revenge?

She had this full awareness and psychological preparation when she made that decision back then.

The Floating City slowly sailed towards the capital of France, Perfikot stood on the deck, her gaze calm as she looked into the distance.

Her figure was particularly stark in the cold wind, and on the distant horizon, the faint outline of a white area could be seen, which was once the capital of France, or rather, what used to be the capital.

For the city once called the capital of France had been reduced to a white wasteland, the entire city consumed by the previous bombing, leaving only the city's former outline.

It was the walls and the water channels within the city that had not been burnt by the flames, but they only proved that the city had once existed.

The remnants of the walls stood like the bones of a giant beast, solitary on the barren land, while the water channels had long dried, leaving only deep gullies, like scars on the earth.

With the arrival of the doomsday winter, this land was covered by ice and snow, turning the former world's only city that could rival Langton in size, the capital of France, into nothing but a white expanse with some irregularities, showing no traces of the fire from the past or evidence of the city's existence.

If you overlook those few irregularities, which are just the remnants of the ruins buried by the wind and snow and the last traces left by the city.

The ice and snow covered everything, as if time had come to a halt here, leaving only silence and desolation.

Perfikot was not here to mourn the former capital of France, nor to admire her past "great achievements".

Her gaze contained no regret or sentiment, only calmness and indifference.

She came for the new city established near the old capital of France.

To call it a new city wasn't accurate; in strict terms, it is merely a slum or perhaps... a rubbish heap.

The great fire back then, although it directly killed nearly a million people and caused varied burns to hundreds of thousands more, still left tens of thousands of survivors.

After all, France was a city comparable to Langton, not much different in population.

Tens of thousands of survivors and tens of thousands of injured could not be accommodated by any other city.

Those who could go to other cities where they had relatives or had the ability to reach other cities went there after the fire; what remained were the injured and those unable to leave.

It's easy to imagine what would happen to these people when they gathered together without external forces affecting them—what kind of decay they would experience.

No order, no hope, only the instinct of survival driving them.

They used broken bricks and tiles from the ruins to build simple shacks, pieced together discarded metal and wood to churn out barely usable tools.

Food and water sources were extremely scarce, disease and hunger ravaged the place, and death became a normal part of life.

Although the Empire later took control of France, they did nothing for the old capital other than providing meager food at the time for those unable to leave the old capital, barely keeping them from starving to death.

The Empire's assistance was merely symbolic, as if only to prove they hadn't completely abandoned the land.

And these people gradually formed a slum similar to a garbage heap.

No rules, no future, only endless struggles and despair.

And after the arrival of the doomsday winter, it became the best breeding ground for the Evil God Sect.

What could breed evil cults more easily than despair and hatred? What could be more easily exploited and converted into the most fanatical and loyal beliefs in the gods?

As long as the gods promised them revenge against Perfikot, revenge against the Victor Empire, they would offer everything without hesitation.

All for initiating revenge against the instigator of the fire.

But they never had the chance in the past, and Victor would never give them that chance.

Now, Perfikot has come here, she offered these people a chance for revenge, as well as a chance for her own attack on the gods.