Don't Raise Unruly People in Extreme Cold Weather

I've saved hundreds of chapters, but I've been short of books recently. I want to read the Ice Steam Age, so I'll come back and take a look. Well, the energy tower has finally started to be built, and fighting between left and right is okay. The cult riots are a bit interesting - I🌿, what is the return of the gods👻=͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇) Once, twice, three times - the great purge, the imperial regent came to her loyal center, and the Prime Minister of the "Labor Party" and all the members of parliament paid her endless gratitude and high respect! Then there are snowstorms and traffic interruptions from time to time. Sadly, the author makes the protagonist only think about building a floating city ಠ╭╮ಠ Looking at it all the way, I have a few points to say: 1. The TBM has been pointed out, why not consider building a subway network, and subway freight will not be affected by the storm. Subway lines established at different depths are more convenient for various purposes, from autonomous freight to capsule speed Luck, directly connected to shelters and mineral veins; 2. A generation of computers has been launched, but subsequent iterations and popularization have not been seen, as well as the unification of weights and measures that only started in the third volume. This is a very difficult thing to do, and something that can be promoted from the beginning has to be delayed until the protagonist comes to power - of course, leading the British bureaucrats I understand that you are not a human being, but I don't agree; 3. Everyone is here to see Ice Vapor, why do they always jump to "irrelevant" events (||๐_๐), if the return of the gods is not written, there is still a technology tree to climb, and there are still three hundred years of space travel left. It is very interesting. If you want to show a left turn, the protagonist can stand up and take the helm openly, because the protagonist is the representative of advanced productive forces, the embodiment of the most violent group, and the hope of the people - what about the political spectrum that plays with each other to show the doomsday era? Please, click on the site and there are red texts. I just browsed the book circles and I was dissatisfied with this part ╮(￣⊿￣)╭; 4. The portrayal of Anne as the heir is great, occupying the latrine and not shitting, and uniting around her The British bureaucracy, coupled with the protagonist's "benevolence", has waited three times for the purge. Three times. It is clear that the protagonist can start to step on the accelerator and turn left after clicking [Automated Production] [Self-Discipline Agency] [Energy Core]. What can be solved by a big purge has to be delayed. It takes more than 300 chapters to start building the tower. The more I look at this character, the more I hate it. From the good image when he appears to the gradual defeat in the political game later, and then to the repeated recovery - it is difficult to comment ("▔□▔) The ending should be based on the book friend's guess that the God-Slaying Ends Winter, and the floating city will most likely fall several times - after all, this kind of thing has been like this in previous works.

Someone said that Western medicine has been very good since the time of Hippocrates BC. The various systems and technologies seem to be very good. Those bloodletting patients insisted on themselves and had nothing to do with the doctors. They also cited a large number of so-called examples to prove that Western medicine is more advanced than traditional Chinese medicine. One of them is that during the Kangxi period, Western missionaries used quinine to treat people. Malaria is cured, but I will only say one thing. Anyone who knows something about this knows that cinchona, or natural quinine, was not discovered by Westerners at all. It was learned by Western colonists from Indians in the 17th century. The word quinine means bark in Peruvian, and it was synthesized artificially in 1945. In addition, your claim that traditional Chinese medicine is not as good as melanin treatment really made me laugh. You probably don't know that melanin treatment is addictive, right? Also, the grass roots and bark used in traditional Chinese medicine are impurities, while those used in western medicine are advanced herbal medicine. This is the first time I have seen such a double standard. In order to avoid unnecessary arguments, I blocked and deleted the post, so I won't give it away.

A while ago, I saw a topic on Zhihu mocking the heroine of a female channel. The heroines of male videos are just prettier than those of female videos😋

Author, the protagonist you wrote is not naturally stupid. In Chapter 190, his hand was burned, leaving a scar to remind himself, and he took in the female assassin to protect himself. Chapter 197: The cane and flying stone were stolen? We had to go to the lounge to find out. If the waiter took a knife, would the protagonist be reincarnated again? What about the female assassin who protects her personally? Did you say you have experience in protecting important people? Taking a step back, the book only lasts for more than half a month. Ordinary people's injuries can't be healed. Has the protagonist forgotten it? This phantom thief had better play a major role in the plot. Otherwise, would there be any need for you to write about this character?

Okay, okay, an ecstatic episode for fans of the Ice Steam Age To be honest, the technologies in the Ice Steam Age feel like only magical civilizations can point out 😏 Whether it's a robot that can work at minus 130 degrees Celsius or an aerial hunter cabin, or the miraculous technology that can make everything out of wood, steel, and cores, it feels more like a product of magic than steampunk. And I'm really curious about how those members of the exploration team managed to run day and night and never get sick in the snowfield. They were much better than the unscrupulous people who stayed in the shelter.

After reading a lot of apocalyptic novels, I feel like the ordinary people in them are of little use, don't provide much help to the protagonist, and are rarely self-sufficient. I feel that the biggest help to the protagonist is to relieve the protagonist's mental pressure, let the protagonist live in a human social environment, and make the protagonist a little bit human. I hope that the ordinary people in this novel can be useful and create certain value. In some novels, the protagonist can feed ordinary people for a long time if a little leakage is in his hand. However, this is a tailwind situation. Once the form declines and cannot create value, it becomes "lubricating oil" and becomes a negative asset.

I really don't understand the idea of teaching Kallen to engage in the workers' movement. She relies on the resources of the empire to seek stability in the extremely cold apocalypse. Only with a stable institutional order can we develop production, but in the end, she cultivates her own enemies. If the protagonist is an oppressed person, it would be understandable, but he is the one who oppresses others, and he is not the kind of strong-willed protagonist. To deliberately cultivate his own enemies is really idle. I was so panicked It would have been understandable if the labor movement was being launched in the old continent. After all, the world was isolated after the extreme cold, and the development of different political systems in the two continents is also interesting. However, the protagonist's labor movement is also in the New World. At the same time, the protagonist possesses extremely strong force and kindness to workers. It is unreasonable to force a labor movement to appear in such an environment. Also, they have said that political power comes from the barrel of a gun, but the protagonist develops steam armor, bringing back the era of extraordinary knights who can be killed by others. The knight turns into a role like a tank, and it is also his most powerful source of military power. As a result, you ask the labor movement how to cut off its own supplies and how to paralyze these armors. You obviously paid so much attention to your own safety before, but this time I see I really want to die And the most disgusting thing is that the props you use for alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone, can be stolen casually. The most disgusting thing is that this thief was also the leader of the labor movement later taught by you yourself. Of course, it is because the thief has extraordinary power and can steal things instantly, but you can't be a bit more powerful as a Philosopher's Stone? Is it so easy to steal?

Although these "punk techniques" are not necessarily correct, they may allow the author to make reasonable nonsense🙂 In addition, I hope it will be more refined.

A little reference: Under the standard atmospheric pressure -79, carbon dioxide rain -120, dry ice and snow -180, light blue rain -196, colorless liquid nitrogen rain So it is best not to let the temperature fall below -120 degrees, otherwise there will probably be no living things on the surface. If the temperature is below -170 in the game, there will be a high probability of light blue liquid and fog flying from the sky.

Question, the existence of extraordinary people in the world means the existence of extraordinary energy, so why not use extraordinary energy to develop magic industry? Why should we still take the purely technological route?

Um, I don't understand this Kallen. Is the protagonist planning to cause trouble for himself 😥 so that she can overthrow his rule after the end of the world?

I'm so annoyed by this Karen, I really don't know why I wrote this line? What a cunning leader.

This kind of plot where the protagonist cultivates a powerful enemy for himself at a critical moment is really uncomfortable to watch... It feels like Lelouch became the emperor and became a sin in the end.

I have finished reading all the free chapters, and the cold winter has not yet come. The pace is too slow. I came here to survive in the apocalypse, but it turned out that this is a novel about official fighting.

Is there a boxing ring? Carbon dioxide turns into dry ice at minus 80 degrees, and my residents are still boxing.

Seeing Kallen appear for the third time, I really can't stand it anymore. Can Shen Nong tell me if this person will have more roles in the future? I came to see you build infrastructure to survive in the apocalypse, not to see you control politics. If this person continues to appear in the future, it will only be a blessing 😥

I don't want to watch political drama, I want to watch steam magic

Let me tell you my opinion about this book. I have read 151 chapters without interruption. I feel that the author mainly focused on describing the various social scenes and complaints before and after the first industrial revolution. Although it incorporates some extraordinary elements of medium and low magic environments and the cold wave apocalypse, it makes people feel... It's interesting, but after the novelty wears off, it's too slow to continue to describe and complain about the steam era and advance the main plot without creating more exciting points, allowing the protagonist to turn the tide and deal with the crisis, lead the invention of technology, and seize power. This will inevitably make this novel a bit boring. I look forward to a better rhythm in the work.

I really don't understand the meaning of Kallen's existence.

Players in the Ice Age are ecstatic, the author will update soon

Author, you should go back to the shelter theme.

(A small, inconsequential complaint: I was actually planning to write a relatively simple part at the beginning, but when I wrote about 1,200 words, and even thought about the ending, I saw the name given by the author... Well, it's very good Kallen, and the ending was broken for me. So I immediately started rewriting - I was originally planning to escape. It ended when we left the manor, but we were all called by this name. It was too simple to be worthy of a 7-year-old captain like me, so I wrote 2,000 words in one go, and it is estimated that it will be 1,000+ words by the end, so I will post part of the finished article first) He carefully changed out of his clothes, his movements gentle as never before. The waiter's uniform was thrown carelessly on the eaves, and the delicate fabric was stained with a little dust and mud. He hurriedly picked it up and folded the clothes neatly. "It's better to cherish such a good fabric..." He murmured softly. It was a fact that even the clothes of a waiter in the Governor's Palace were made of thick machine-spun cotton - much better than the vast majority of his comrades who were starving and hiding. Just when he was about to turn his hands and put away his clothes like magic as usual, he realized that his hands were shaking badly. He swore that this was the first time. He once set a rule for himself, never to act recklessly. Behind all performances that stand out in front of others are careful investigations and precise planning that consume countless energy. At first, this was just a bold demonstration. He would disguise himself as an upper-class gentleman, hold a wine glass, and approach the governor while talking and laughing. No one will notice anything unusual. The hottest topic right now is the previous war. Three powerful countries on the European continent have declared war on the great empire. As a qualified colonial gentleman, he should be worried about the war situation - although the empire's strength and glory are unquestionable, it is one against three! Although there are some rumors claiming that the empire easily destroyed the enemy in just a few weeks, these untouchables who just arrived on the ship often mix their news with 90% water and 90% ignorance in their brains, so that they can exchange for a few coins to go to the low tavern on the dock to order a cup of horse urine, and then get drunk at the bar all day long. Whenever the Governor and other big shots talk about these topics, the ladies and ladies will hide their faces and sigh, and the bureaucrats and gentlemen will look sad. Oh, hypocrisy - these fat-headed guys don't care about victory or defeat at all, they only care about whether the empire can continue their wealth and interests. If France can feed these guys, they will tear down the empire's flag the next second they receive a reply. Once Saint Romulus wins, they will instantly forget about France's words in their minds and start working tirelessly on the Delis language textbook. However, this is a good time, as their performances tend to relax their energy. He would scoot up to the governor, pat him on the shoulder with an air of stupidity, and then deliver a self-righteous speech. Of course, the governor-general and other real new Shakhtar bureaucrats will feel like bumpkins from the countryside who are proud of themselves. Just enter the banquet and dare to touch the governor because of your money. He pretended to be embarrassed, excused himself to go to the toilet, and left behind their low-pitched but explicit ridicule and sharp but hidden sarcasm... And the real treasure would lie in his pocket. But everything is over. He shouldn't have broken his own rules. For a qualified Phantom Thief, all actions should be based on precise planning. For this operation, several comrades who had been lurking for more than three months were exposed, and news finally came out that the Governor's Palace would hold a grand banquet to "welcome a big shot from Longton." Half a year ago, the bloody Earl's brutal actions created the White Terror, and the independent organization suffered a devastating blow - many brave pioneers died unexpectedly, and more were cowards who were frightened out of their courage and never dared to mention a single letter about independence. Even a few determined warriors are secretive about the statue on the pier. In order to boost morale and let people regain the courage to resist, as the most powerful extraordinary person in the independent army, he personally took the lead and organized this action. He finally regained his composure, jumped back into the corridor, and wiped off the paint disguised as the waiter's wheat-colored skin, replacing it with the white skin of the guests. Paired with neat, clean clothes, no one would suspect such an elegant gentleman. He put on a perfect smile and walked outside step by step. There are only a couple walking on the third floor corridor and a few sleeping drunks on the third floor. He nodded slightly in greeting and gave way. On the second floor are several drunk ladies, leaning on the railings and talking nonsense. Then two colonial bureaucrats laughed and talked about something. It doesn't matter. He gently supported the woman who was about to fall, then waved naturally to the two people looking over there, looked at her pocket watch, pretended to be okay, and walked down one level. Very good, just a little bit worse. The banquet hall was still bustling with people drinking and drinking. He didn't need to enter the main hall. He went out through a side door where the messengers served food, which was only a few dozen steps away from the main door. In the original plan, he would put on a lieutenant's military uniform and walk out in a dignified manner. Unfortunately the brother who was supposed to deliver the clothes the day before the party didn't arrive on time - hopefully it was just an unexpected delay and not something worse. Just a few steps away... Damn it! He heard the piercing alarm ringing behind him. It was obviously not normal to continue walking out at this time, so he could only look back like everyone else - several knights were leading the way, and a group of guards behind them were galloping towards the door. "The governor's order! Total martial law! Someone has stolen Lord Perfectcott's treasure!" The knights blocked the door before the guards arrived, staring at every guest and guard with murderous eyes, and even forced everyone who had not left the door more than a hundred steps back to the manor. And a second lieutenant who was hurrying slowly read out the governor's order loudly and breathlessly. For a time, there was a lot of discussion. He touched his chest carefully, as if to comfort his frightened heartbeat. But in fact, he touched the slender magic wand and unknown gemstone on his chest. Under the guidance of a group of guards, he and other guests who wanted to leave were driven back to the banquet hall. He saw with his own eyes that several people who tried to raise objections were knocked down by the ruthless knights with a few punches and sent to the room for servants in the shadows in the distance. He touched his pocket uneasily and touched a small lump - that was the prop that was supposed to be used tonight. They made a copy of a medal in advance. It was a third-class imperial medal that the governor was proud of and often boasted about. It was kept in a box and would only be worn on the chest in formal occasions. That stupid cow won't notice the problem, because a fake medal will be hanging there. But the next morning, an innocent servant would discover a shiny piece of metal lying in a slush pile in the sewers of the Governor's Palace, and it must have been the filthiest, most fetid pile of all. Then reporters, who had already received the news, would swarm the scene. Even the guards' obstruction could not stop their enthusiasm for the big news. At this time, the governor who discovered the problem finally realized that his seal was also missing - while the reporters and guards were pushing and shoving, a large flag with the slogan of the independence movement was flying on the flagpole that belonged to the empire, and the seal was tied to the end of the flag and fluttering in the wind. The perfect plan. It's a pity that I gave up on him. It is not easy to steal medals from a safe that only the governor knows under tight security, but noisy banquets, delicious food, and alcohol can numb the nerves of any alert person. This is the opportunity he has been waiting for for half a year. However, the brother who delivered the news only knew that there would be a banquet, but did not know who the banquet was for.

(There is no book club on the PC version of bydqidian. I thought I would finish writing and send it to my mobile phone. However, the computer broke down the next day and was repaired today. It was a month of dead pigeons and angry pigeons 😭) Half an hour ago, when he was about to touch the Governor, he saw the woman - the Bloody Earl... This damn devil used the most cruel means to cleanse the independent army, and the blasphemous thing she molded with the sorcery that could only come from hell still stands today. Anyone who considers himself brave should go and see the huge flesh and blood sculpture on the main pier of Xinshak - or the former main pier. If ordinary people don't faint, it's considered a good thing; if you don't vomit after watching it, you can be called brave; if you don't have nightmares, you can be called a legendary hero; if you don't change your face, you are the king of knights in mythology. He himself vomited after reading it. Even just thinking about it made him feel sour in his stomach. The woman walked in as arrogant and arrogant as ever, using her alchemy to promise wealth to the greedy businessmen, making the entire banquet the palm of her hand. However, her eyes were firmly locked on the devil's chest - the barren plain, with unobvious and unnatural ups and downs. He dared to swear on his own hands that the woman definitely hid something precious in her arms. And she was resigning with the governor on the grounds that she was tired from the journey. His palms were filled with sweat, and he was so nervous that he remembered the first time he stole in his life. Opportunity. But, that's the devil. But even after a long journey, she kept it tightly in her arms. It must be very important to her, and even the key to her performing those depraved evil spells, so that she did not dare to leave for a second. What if... He suddenly realized that he could breathe, and then swallowed like a drowning person, the sweet air in the banquet hall mixed with the smell of food and wine. The people next to him pointed at him, but he had already made up his mind. Claudia used a little force and climbed onto the roof. She searched carefully for any clue. If it were me... She imagined her actions after assassinating an important person. Since I haven't been exposed yet, I will first find an inaccessible place, change my clothes, and then find a way to get out. And the roof is such a good place. Suddenly, she discovered some unnatural traces of dust and took a closer look. One, white fiber... She thought about it carefully, it probably fell off the waiter's clothes. So did the other party change clothes here? She ordered in a low voice: "Search all the rooms on the second and third floors." Several White Bear Knights who were following the investigation followed the order, while Claudia herself continued to think from her perspective. Although it may be just a trick, but... Changing clothes is indeed one of the best options. While thinking, she jumped off the roof and scanned the surroundings vigilantly. A patrolling guard with a gun caught a glimpse of her and seemed stunned for a moment, and then continued to move forward. Intermittently screaming and yelling came from the Governor's Palace behind him, as well as the noise of the door being violently opened and the noise of suspicious guests. But Claudia ignored all distractions and kept thinking. If it is a change of clothes, the time between the successful theft and the sound of the alarm will never be enough for the thief to sneak out. No, something suddenly occurred to her and she rushed out quickly. The soldier was not far away! She grabbed the soldier and asked sternly: "Why did you express doubts about my appearance?" The soldier looked at the assassin with an innocent face, and his voice was trembling: "My lord, I am not that thief!" "Answer the question!" "Yes, you are so awesome! You just said you were going to check the servants' quarters over there, but you suddenly appeared on the roof, startling me!" Servants' quarters? Claudia's expression changed drastically, she threw the guard aside and rushed out quickly. "Go tell Captain David at the door of the hall and ask him to lead people to search there immediately!" The guard was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly, but just slumped on the ground. Claudia didn't care about anything else and rushed that way alone. Succeeded. he thought. Only the last step is needed - some trees are planted in the corner of the manor to block the sun and prying eyes. These idiots still want to stop me! Perfict stared at the huddled guards in front of him with an ugly expression. Two minutes ago, the search team found three lazy guards in the house. They were drunk and lying in the house sleeping. And they are supposed to be the guardians of the back wall of the manor. For such a long time, even a class of thieves can easily climb over the wall. Look at the three naked people huddled together. She waved her hand gently, indicating that they should be sent to be punished. Claudia saw a vague figure wearing black cloth looming among several low huts. She quickly speeded up and followed. There is still a chance! Bang! There was a sudden explosion outside the manor, it was the Steam Knight's blunderbuss! He was also startled. Fortunately, it was not on his side. He smiled slightly and succeeded. Just when he was about to let go and jump off the courtyard wall, a breeze suddenly came carrying a fatal blade, perfectly capturing the opportunity that he could not avoid in the air. In a way that challenged his limits, he reluctantly twisted his body and dodged. But the second flying knife scratched his calf, leaving a shallow scar. He groaned, but still insisted on rolling to relieve his strength, and then turned around to look - Claudia, wearing a black cloak covering her face, was holding several throwing knives, staring down at him. "Oh, assassins?" "Thieves?" "I don't know when, the assassins actually acted as guard dogs for the big shots." He moved his injured leg while slowly retreating. "You know nothing." "The same goes for you... The tyranny of the oppressor will eventually end!" "Go to the cell and give your speech!" She jumped down and pounced on him like a hunting eagle. "Report! Sir, we found this thing rummaging out of the stable, and shot after warning to no avail." "Got it. Let's continue patrolling." Looking at the slightly crude puppet in his hand, Purficott became interested. "Interesting..." Claudia secretly breathed a sigh of relief - she was almost chasing her to the "servant area". But at the last moment, she suddenly realized that before the banquet started, a servant was carrying the dog raised by the Governor's Mansion towards that direction. She asked out of curiosity as a maid - that was a place where animals were kept. Apart from stables and kennels, no one lived at all. That's the soldier who showed the way, there's something wrong! Thinking of this, she immediately returned and successfully discovered the traces of the thief at the last moment. Bang! Smoke billowed out, blocking the assassin's sight. Claudia stopped cautiously to prevent the smoke from having any hidden meanings. She avoided the swirling white smoke, but the thief was no longer on the street. She sniffed the air calmly and continued to chase in a certain direction. Damn it! Why would there be a life-seeking ghost like an assassin working as a bodyguard for that devil! Facing these shadow walkers who specialize in killing, it's like a mouse meets a cat! My own abilities focus on escape, stealth, and some magical tricks, while my opponent is dedicated to driving the deadliest blade into the most secret weaknesses in the deepest shadows. The gap in combat power is huge, and all he can rely on is—— Kacha. Claudia leaned back suddenly, dodged a simple trigger trap, and waved her sleeve arrow to cut off the arrows that flew in. Since the thief disappeared from the street a few minutes ago, she had broken into this deserted slum like a hunter chasing a lone wolf. Unexpectedly, there were not many people in this building not too far from the Governor's Mansion. What was even more bizarre was that there were many traps inside. It was probably the evacuation location prepared for her by the other party's accomplices in advance. Claudia had discovered or destroyed five traps in just two rooms. She frowned, a little worried about whether she could intercept the thief who might disappear at any time. Fortunately, the information left behind before chasing him out was enough for the White Bear Knights to catch up. As long as you delay for a while, those violent steam knights can overcome the trap and demolish this ruined building! Carefully opened the next door, but did not step in. Claudia carefully observed the details of the door and made sure it was safe before stepping in again. As she gradually becomes familiar with the layout of these mechanisms, her speed is getting faster and faster! Abandoning the blood-stained clothes and placing the padlock on the ropeway, he quickly moved from the half-broken building to the opposite side. There was a gentle chopping sound in his ears, and the opponent chased him more and more closely. After landing, he simply cut off the zipline to ensure that the geographical advantage would not be used by the enemy. Yes, even if the weather was not advantageous, he still had the help of the geographical advantage and the people. A few days ago, in order to prevent him from being discovered and escaping in embarrassment, the Independence Army had laid many traps here and hid tools and weapons where only he knew the location. Although he can magically hide some necessary props in his body, these backup plans are always necessary and have saved him from danger many times. Hiding in a room with air leakage from all directions, he listened attentively. The other party should still be searching room by room across the street. Although the distance in a straight line is not large, it takes several circles to catch up. He breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to treat the wound carefully. Bang, the next second, accompanied by the sound of the wooden wall breaking, flying wood chips exploded, and the assassin rushed out from behind the wall. The other party... Is not far from me! Claudia carefully avoided another trap, and unexpectedly found that the smell of blood was unusually close to her. The other party seems to be... Behind the wall? She looked at the wall in front of her that was made up of broken pieces of wood, planks, scraps, canvas, nails and other messy things - she estimated that if a knight fought in it, he could easily break through the wall by waving the sword in his hand. It's a pity that I am an assassin, so I guess it will take two of me to go all out. He gently pulled the nailed door, and sure enough, the other party was very familiar with this place, and had already planned to escape here. Even in the darkness, he was still much faster than himself. She smiled slightly, but the little thief didn't know the power of the latest alchemy technology. She took a small brown stick from a prototype of the new Hidden Blade and inserted it into the hole in the wall. "Hmm-" The thief grunted and reluctantly covered his face with his hands. The flying sawdust pricked his body. Fortunately, his clothes were thick and did not get punctured. The assassin was also shocked and hesitated a little. He seized the last chance, turned over and hid behind a tattered armchair. As expected, several flying knives arrived before the assassin, but unfortunately they either missed their target or got stuck in the chair. He also took out three darts that he had just taken out from a secret place, fired back, and then directly threw the chair over. There was no time to confirm the victory, so he turned around and ran away. However, the opponent seemed to jump out of the air, completely undisturbed. He pounced with a sharp blade, the chair hit the ground, and the broken walls and floors creaked. At the critical moment, he flipped his right hand, and a loaded gun appeared in his hand, with the black muzzle pointing directly at the assassin. Claudia actually retreated instead of advancing. While twisting her body towards the blind spot where he was holding the gun, her right hand turned from stabbing to slashing, heading straight for his right hand holding the gun. Injury for injury... He gritted his teeth. Although it would be more advantageous to hit him this way, the Steam Knight and even the Bloody Earl himself behind her might arrive at any time. As long as she was injured, her escape would be delayed, and delaying time would be in her favor! In desperation, he gave up shooting and prioritized dodging the edge of the blow. The assassin took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, chasing after him fiercely. He showed his timidity in the first move, and now he can only retreat again and again. The assassin opposite is very experienced... Where did the devil find such an experienced, loyal, and fearless assassin? I'm afraid he didn't use some damn magic to control her! He took a few steps back and saw that he had reached the edge of the room. He was cruel and moved his left hand towards the blade. The dagger pierced his palm - damn, if the injury was too deep, he would probably have to retire. But, it's worth it! He tightened his left hand and grabbed the dagger. The other party would inevitably grab it subconsciously, and then he would have a chance... The muzzle of the gun in his right hand was aimed at the assassin bit by bit, but at this critical moment, Claudia suddenly let go of the dagger, and the surprise on the thief's face flashed away. He had used too much force and had no time to adjust the muzzle. Bang, the gunshot sounded, but the bullet could no longer hit the fatal body. It only scratched Claudia's left arm and was deeply embedded in the wall. Using the momentum of letting go, Claudia stretched out her hand directly, as if she was ready to hug him and continue the fight. However, when he turned his injured left hand over, the dagger that originally pierced his palm flashed and was tricked into being held in his hand. He took the opportunity to stab the assassin directly in the back. Succeeded! S/he was fooled! Crackling! The hidden sword that popped out from the assassin's wrist missed the target and failed to penetrate the thief's chest as expected. The dagger that the thief snatched also failed to penetrate the assassin's back! The dilapidated building, which has been put together for a long time, was already crumbling after the blast just now. The fierce fight between the two finally caused the already fragile structure to completely collapse, and the two actually fell from the broken floor together. The hidden sword opened the thief's trench coat, and the dagger tore the assassin's robe. From the diffuse smoke, a black shadow shot out, and another followed closely behind. The sound of clanging could be heard endlessly, and their weapons had collided with each other more than ten times. The battle gradually extended from the ruins of the building to the streets, and the assassin was getting better. The opponent's melee skills are far inferior to mine! Just a little more time! The buildings on both sides continued to collapse, but Claudia refused to let go. She had already heard the faint sound of horse hooves in the noise! Suddenly the opponent gave up his weapon and retreated suddenly - this is it! Claudia realized that there were not only horse hooves but also the sound of wheels behind her. She gave up the pursuit and also hid behind. A horse-drawn carriage came running wildly, and under the desperate driving of the rider, it ran rampant and avoided the collapsed building! This is the opponent's reinforcements! She finally tried to follow her, but a black shadow flew past her eyes and she was hit. It was the blazing gun! Saved! This is what he has been waiting for, harmony! The thief jumped on the carriage and used his good right hand to hold on to the carriage. The firecracker in his hand had been smashed out. He looked at the assassin who stayed where he was, only to find that the other person was not as angry as he thought. The other party just stayed where he was and waved slightly. Wait, she is holding something in her hand! It was only then that he reacted, touched the clothes that were cut open on his chest, and realized that the other party did not intend to stab him to death with a hidden sword in the first place! The assassin who was getting further and further away said silently, don't be too self-righteous, the assassin is the king of the shadows, the thief! Damn it! He almost wanted to jump out of the car and go for another showdown, but the heavy, loud footsteps of the Steam Rider were already very close. He could only give up the idea, turned over and got into the car.

How come you are still a eunuch after you have raised him?

After reading the update, the pitfalls that the author currently writes about include: the doomsday gods with White Star as the core, the possible existence of extraordinary foundations, the nuclear industry chain that has yet to be started, and governance in the ice and steam era. I don't know for the time being what the wonderful story outline is for the protagonist/author who does not consider building the aerospace and nuclear industries and devotes himself to mechas and floating platforms, but I am still waiting for updates with great patience.

Brothers, the temperature has dropped around Chapter 356, the temperature has begun to drop off a cliff, and the climate has begun to collapse. You can start reading.

My biggest doubt is, why not build the shelter near the equator? Did Britain have colonies in Africa before World War I? And the equatorial region is more than 60 degrees Celsius warmer than the Arctic Circle during the same period. This is a natural advantage.

Why do you see that there has been no update for more than ten days?

How is this book? No CP, no ambiguity.

The same winter doomsday, but for the Soviet Union, the doomsday time is set before the German attack on the Eastern Front in World War II. The territory is merged with Russia + Canada + Lone Star. When the regime was established, the red side received a doomsday warning to plan and build. The black side stole the red side's intelligence to plunder resources for war. The blue side sold goods crazily before the doomsday. The science and technology tree mod included genetic mutation, superpowers, and alchemy. The cause of the doomsday came from the aftermath of Star Wars. The protagonist is set to be an extraordinary person who has traveled through multiple histories. When he lands, he comes with the spread of secret sects. Golden Finger is about world line observation and travel. The real Cold War under such a background starts with the arrival of the protagonist...