11: Chapter 11: One Hundred Degrees Below Zero, My Iron Coffin is Warm as Spring!

Crash!

A terrifying air current slammed into them, its force comparable to a ten-thousand-ton train.

The Polaris's multi-ton chassis shuddered violently from the impact!

Fortunately, Lu Chen had parked the vehicle in the blind spot of an Ice Mound Fault Line in advance, using the terrain to deflect eighty percent of the wind's force.

Otherwise, this first wave of impact would have been enough to flip the micro-tracked vehicle over.

“Ah!”

Lin Wan cried out in fear from the violent shaking, nearly knocking over the water cup in her hand.

She lunged toward the bulletproof glass in terror and looked out.

With just one look, her face turned pale, and she felt a chill run through her entire body.

Hell.

No, it was a dead zone more terrifying than hell.

The world outside had completely lost its shape.

Fierce winds swirled with crushed ice and radioactive dust, turning into a Black Blizzard that formed a vortex connecting the heavens and the earth.

Fist-sized chunks of ice smashed frantically and densely against the external armor of the Polaris!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dense sound of metal clashing was deafening.

It was as if countless hammers were frantically pounding, trying to smash this small iron box into pieces and drag the people inside into the abyss.

The temperature took a precipitous plunge.

The spare thermometer Lu Chen had hung on the inside of the window was undergoing a frantic drop, like a free fall.

Minus seventy degrees... minus eighty degrees... minus ninety degrees!

Finally, the red needle smashed through the end of the dial!

Minus one hundred degrees!

Even lower, perhaps, but the thermometer could no longer measure it.

Under such deep cold, ordinary steel would become brittle due to the contraction of its atomic structure, shattering at the slightest touch.

Lin Wan closed her eyes in despair.

In her view, an ordinary micro-vehicle could not last ten minutes under the assault of such extreme cold and fierce winds.

The iron plating would crack, and the cold air would seep in through every crack, instantly freezing the air in their lungs into ice needles.

One minute passed...

Three minutes passed...

Five minutes passed.

The anticipated sound of iron plating cracking never came.

Not a single bit of cold wind leaked in.

Lin Wan opened her eyes in astonishment and turned her head.

She saw a shocking scene that she would remember for the rest of her life.

Inside the cabin, the orange incandescent light still emitted a soft glow, without even a hint of flickering.

The Primary Efficiency Boiler maintained its idling hum, its flame as steady as if it were still.

On the wall, that inconspicuous grayish-white insulation layer flickered with a faint silvery mercury-like sheen at a high frequency.

That was the sturdy Thermal Break Bridge constructed by the system, operating at full capacity!

Whether it was minus sixty or minus one hundred degrees outside.

No matter how the fierce winds howled.

The twenty-square-meter space enclosed by this layer had become a domain delineated by a god.

The needle of the main thermometer on the inner wall was fixed firmly at the twenty-degree mark, not receding by even half a millimeter!

The heat was locked tightly inside, unable to escape even the slightest bit.

Not only that, the mechanical sounds coming from the bottom of the vehicle were still smooth.

At such terrifyingly low temperatures outside, the tracks should have frozen to the ice surface instantly, becoming dead objects.

But the special anti-freeze oil in the Track Anti-Cold Lubrication System was surging frantically through the pipelines.

It channeled the trace waste heat from the boiler to every gear and bearing.

This ensured that even in the heart of the Extreme Cold Ice Storm, the Polaris maintained its vitality, ready to start at any moment!

“This... this is impossible...”

Lin Wan looked at the indestructible cabin and then at the apocalyptic scene outside, falling into a sense of absurd trance.

Before her eyes, hell and heaven were forcibly stitched together.

Separated by only a thin line, outside was a dead zone of bone-chilling wind.

Inside, it was a gentle land where one didn't even need to wear a coat.

Lu Chen sat upright in the driver's seat, arms crossed over his chest.

His eyes stared straight at the raging Black Blizzard outside the window.

Composure built on solid defense—this is the Gou Dao!

This was the truth he sought!

This was the confidence he gained from grinding to max out all the nodes!

He turned to look at the still-dazed Lin Wan and pointed to the Cultivation Box at the foot of the bed that emitted a purple light, his tone teasing.

“Stop daydreaming. Instead of worrying about whether the iron plating will blow open, you should check on your precious cabbage; its third sprout has already popped out.”

In this Extreme Cold Ice Storm that was enough to destroy a medium-sized settlement, what this man cared about was actually his head of cabbage!

Lin Wan's chest heaved, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

It was the relief of surviving a disaster and also extreme adoration for overwhelming power.

She nodded heavily, no longer looking at the hellish scene outside, and turned to kneel before the Cultivation Box.

To her, in this apocalyptic storm, this black iron coffin was the only Noah's Ark on this Frozen Wasteland.