The pickup truck quickly passed through the relatively "prosperous" area south of the city along the High Ring, which had not yet completely collapsed, and entered the main battlefield where the Wanderer Legion had fought earlier.
Broken walls and ruins stretched as far as the eye could see, leaving nothing but desolation.
Although the last battle had not caused many actual casualties, it had merely consumed a wave of weapons and ammunition that were about to lose their effectiveness before the Metal Sigh Disaster arrived.
For Qinggang City, which had already lost its maintainers, however, it had still left behind many irreversible changes.
Several months had passed, yet the charred marks left by the shell explosions had still not faded. Washed by the cold rain, they spread like ink and overlapped with faint dark-red traces of flesh and blood.
No one had bothered to clear away some of the bunkers built from temporarily dismantled structures.
Every now and then, a few brainless Radiation Beasts crawled out, opened their mouths, and roared, furiously but helplessly at the pickup truck on the High Ring.
Without a doubt, for the Blue Star people who had lived in this city since birth, Qinggang City had now become a dead city that was on the verge of losing all hope.
There was no longer any support from the Foundation Merchant Ship every six months, nor were there any requests occasionally issued by the corporations.
They had even lost the ocean they depended on for survival.
It was not only the ordinary people.
Even the various administrators had begun to feel lost, not knowing where to lead their shelters next.
Fortunately, after the brief vacuum of disorder following the collapse of order had ended, that Tian Yuan Shelter had suddenly risen to prominence.
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