The area stretching 310 kilometers outward from the blast center was filled with swirling yellow sand. The massive storm still raged on, showing no sign of weakening. This place had become a forbidden zone for humanity.
Qing Chen silently watched from the airship. If this nuclear bomb had been dropped above City No. 1, everyone in the entire city would probably have died.
The Kingdom of Roosevelt had already brought out weapons of this caliber, while the Eastern Continent remained utterly unprepared.
For now, the Kingdom of Roosevelt still intended to migrate to the Eastern Continent, so they did not want to use weapons that caused such severe contamination.
But if they were ever driven into a desperate corner, the mad Fate Weavers might drag everyone down into hell with them. Qing Chen felt a certain sense of crisis in his heart. This was probably the purpose of nuclear deterrence.
On Airship No. 10, Old Eleven of the Black Knights led thirteen subordinates in changing into radiation suits.
He ordered the airship to advance another thirty kilometers, monitor the radiation levels, and prepare to land at any moment.
At this moment, Old Eleven was no longer acting frivolously. His expression was stern and grave. It was time to do serious work.
Qing Chen watched them in surprise. Was Old Eleven planning to enter the blast center now? Only six hours had passed since the explosion. Even with sufficiently advanced radiation suits, it would still be dangerous, wouldn't it?
Old Eleven held a massive case whose contents were unknown. Yet before the airship could draw any closer, the onboard communications activated. Because of the radiation, the transmission crackled with static.
Duke of Silver said, "The target isn't dead. No need to go. Return home immediately."
Old Eleven whistled, cheerfully removing his