Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 823

The construction of the floating city module was in full swing, but the attacks of the gods also followed one after another. This made Perfect's original plan to tour the imperial colonies undoubtedly become a waste, and she was now dragged to Langton.

"I think they might be targeting you. If we leave Langton, they might follow us." Sandrion had a different opinion and thought that the gods' target should be Perfect.

In response, Perfect did not refute, but asked Sandrion: "How can we verify it? You know, we can't afford to gamble. If we let the floating city leave Langton, and the enemy does not chase the floating city, but takes the opportunity to attack Langton, how should we deal with it?"

"We can leave some of the God-killing armor in Langton. During this period of time, you should have made a lot of new God-killing armor using the bodies of the killed gods, right?" Sandrion looked at Perfect and put forward her suggestion.

"Divide the troops? That's worth a try." Perfect didn't object.

During this period, there were both servants and subordinate gods attacking, and many were killed. After the bodies of these gods were recovered, Perfect would extract their divinity and transform the bodies into new god-killing armor. Just like Befa, using ancient alchemy to transform, the corpses of gods were the best raw materials for alchemy. By processing and reusing these corpses, Perfect added thirteen new god-killing armors, and she had enough materials to make seven more.

"If we leave enough God-killing armor behind, the defense of Langton shouldn't be a problem." Sandrion continued, "We can have the floating city take a short tour to test the gods' reactions. If they are really targeting you, then their attack targets should change as the floating city moves."

Perfect pondered for a moment and nodded: "This is indeed a feasible plan. However, we must ensure that Langdon's defense is foolproof. If the gods take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, the consequences will be disastrous."

"I will personally supervise the defense deployment of Langton." Sandrion said firmly, "You only need to focus on the actions of the floating city and test the movements of the gods."

Perfect smiled slightly. "That's settled then. Let's split up and verify this guess as soon as possible."

The two quickly made a detailed plan. Perfect would lead the floating city on a short tour, while Sandrion would stay in Langton to command the remaining God-killing armor and defense forces.

Once the plan is made, Perfect will head to the Old World with the two semi-floating city modules that are now spliced ​​together.

If everything is as Sandrion guessed, then the gods will definitely continue to attack the floating city.

And if they launched an attack on the city of Langton, the God-killing armor left behind would be enough to resist the attack of the gods, at least until Perfecto came to support them.
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The floating city moved slowly under the overcast sky, its steel shell glowing coldly in the thin sunlight.

Perfect stood in front of the command desk, his eyes sweeping across the Old World route marked on the huge nautical chart in front of him, which was once the busiest waterway between the Old World and the Empire's homeland.

This is a narrow strait, the narrowest part of which can even be crossed by human swimming. It was once the focus of territorial disputes between the Empire and France.

But now, there is only an ice strait here.

After leaving the Indiscriminate God-killing Armor to guard Langton, Perfecto led the floating city on a tentative voyage towards the strait.

If the gods' target is really her, this parade will become a trap to lure the enemy deeper.

The strait below has been completely frozen, and even several frozen ships can be seen on the ice. This makes Perfectcot very curious about what kind of situation would cause these ships to be frozen here.

Suddenly, the floating city's detection array emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and hundreds of red dots swooped down from the clouds.

There were flocks of flying dragons, with dark golden divine patterns flowing on their wing membranes, and the bulging hot light in their throats indicated a breath that was about to be unleashed.

"Activate the air defense array, load the electromagnetic guns with anti-aircraft bombs!" In the control room, the naval officer in charge responded calmly. This attack was within his expectations. The anti-aircraft guns installed on the floating city raised their muzzles one after another. The sound of hundreds of electromagnetic guns charging was like the chirping of thousands of birds, or a high-frequency thunderstorm.

The first wave of swooping dragons spewed out scorching breath, and the scorching flames gathered into a ball and smashed down towards the floating city, leaving scorch marks on the metal armored shell.

The electromagnetic cannon's salvo followed closely behind, and the specially made anti-aircraft bombs exploded a black barrage in the air, and the pre-made fragments formed a death zone in the sky.

The flying dragon that tried to force its way through had its wing membrane torn by the shrapnel. It lost speed and fell toward the strait below with a howl like a meteorite. It hit the ice surface heavily and was quickly frozen into a bright red ice sculpture.

However, more black shadows emerged from the clouds. They were obviously driven by some higher-level power. Even though their kind continued to fall, the charging formation showed no signs of collapse.

"The armor on the southeast side is severely damaged!" The operator's shout pierced through the buzzing alarm.

Three dragon leaders, whose size far exceeds that of their peers, are tearing at the outer shell of the floating city with their sharp claws. Their scales are peeling off under the attack of electromagnetic cannons, but they are still gnawing at the steel structure frantically.

Perfect's eyes were stern, but he showed no emotion. He just said to Befa who was standing beside him: "Befa, tear them into pieces."

The head maid Befa standing behind her bowed slightly, then turned and left the command room.

A moment later, a silver-white figure flew into the air.

Befa put on a special steam armor, the surface of the armor flashed with a cold light, and the high-frequency vibration blade specially made for her by Perfectcot made a low hum in her hand.

Befa fell into the battle group like a meteor, and the vibration blade drew a cold arc in the air, instantly cutting the spine of the dragon leader.

The flying dragon leader let out a shrill howl, and his huge body fell from the sky.

Befa's movements were swift and precise, and every swing of the blade was accompanied by the fall of a flying dragon.

Two hours later, the remains of the last flying dragon sank into the strait.

The floating city's armor was covered in scorch marks, but the core area was intact.

Befa returned to the command room, her steam armor covered with the dragon's blood, but she still looked calm, as if she had just completed an ordinary mission.

Perfect looked at the floating city which was not seriously damaged, and then looked at the huge number of flying dragon ice sculptures on the ice below. In his heart, he confirmed Sandrion's judgment.

"My Lord Earl, should we continue to the Old World?" The commander came to Perfecto and asked her.

"Send people down to recover the dragon's corpses. These are all valuable alchemical materials." Perfect didn't answer the commander's question, but issued a new order: "Repair the damaged areas as soon as possible. The enemy will not attack just once."

(End of this chapter)