Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 892

When Perfecto stepped into the survivors' camp again, the sight before her made her heart tighten.

Although all this was planned and she had anticipated the consequences of the attack on the camp, she still couldn't help feeling sad when she saw the devastated camp.

In the morning mist, the camp that was once full of vitality is now in ruins, with charred wooden beams sticking diagonally in the snow and wisps of black smoke rising from the broken walls.

Several flags bearing the imperial emblem lay half-buried in the rubble, fluttering in the cold wind.

The evil god's followers' attack was swift and brutal, like a vicious beast pouncing out of the darkness.

They held bone weapons engraved with blasphemous runes. The twisted runes glowed a sickly green in the moonlight, and every swing left a corrosive trail in the air.

These fanatical believers not only destroyed most of the buildings with their evil power, but also severely damaged the energy tower on which the camp depended.

The shell of the steel giant was covered with horrible cracks, as if it had been torn by the sharp claws of some giant beast.

The core component flickered with an unstable light, flickering like the gasps of a dying person.

With a shrill metallic whine, this huge machine that sustained the life of the entire camp finally stopped working completely, and the last puff of steam quickly condensed into ice crystals in the cold wind.

When the situation was critical, Perfect made a prompt decision and transferred the spare energy tower that had been prepared long ago from the floating city module.

These backup equipment played a crucial role at this moment. The timely deployed heating field once again covered the entire camp, bringing the most precious warmth to the survivors who had been freezing all night because they had lost their shelter.

Everyone held their breath when the mechanical hoe of the new energy tower pierced into the frozen soil, making a dull thumping sound.

The hexagonal radiator slowly unfolded in the ruins, and the ripples formed by the heat waves dispelled the deadly cold at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Perfect watched the survivors huddled around the heat source wrapped in tattered blankets. Their purple lips finally regained some color, and life reappeared under their frozen eyelashes.

The children stopped crying and the trembling hands of the elderly gradually calmed down.

She knew that the most deadly threat had been temporarily lifted.

Large autonomous robots come in handy at this time.

These large multi-legged robots move through the ruins of the camp using their slender mechanical legs, avoiding stepping on the ruins. At the same time, the various tools and parts installed on their mechanical arms can easily clean up the ruins.

Their buckets easily overturned the collapsed warehouse roof, and the hydraulic clamps accurately clamped the twisted steel frames, making a harsh sound of metal deformation.

Whenever they find a gap where someone might be buried, the red warning lights on their heads will spin rapidly and emit a sharp beep, guiding rescue workers to come and check.

The steam knights in steam armor were working in a narrower area, their armor glowing with a cold metallic luster in the sun.

Although it is not as powerful as the horsepower of large robots, the auxiliary power provided by the steam armor is enough to lift various heavy objects.

A knight knelt on one knee, white mist gushing out of his steam joints, and his mechanical fingers carefully pushed aside a pile of broken wood - revealing a trembling hand underneath.

The armor's built-in communicator immediately issued a hurried report: "Survivors found in Area B! Medical support required!"

With the tacit cooperation between the two, the cleaning efficiency is increased exponentially.

The robots are responsible for large-scale obstacle clearance, while the riders conduct detailed search and rescue.

Fortunately, Perfect launched a timely counterattack last night. Although most of the camp was destroyed, the core area was not damaged. Many survivors fled to the core area in time and avoided the attack of the evil god's followers. They only suffered some shock and minor injuries in the subsequent attacks.

At this moment, the survivors gathered in the relatively intact central square. The children were wrapped in blankets that the adults had hastily put together, while the wounded were lying on stretchers made of door panels.

Most of them were only injured by the flying debris, and the worst case was just being knocked unconscious by the shock wave.

Perfecto's Midas Touch slashed across a collapsed wooden house, and the red light seeped into the ruins like flowing water.

The deformed metal bracket was straightened again under the effect of her alchemy as if it was hammered by an invisible blacksmith; the broken alchemical glass floated back to the window frame against gravity, and after the cracks emitted a spider-web-like golden light, it was as good as new.

When she arrived at the medical tent, dozens of wounded were lying groaning on makeshift mats.

The tent was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and blood, and under the dim light, the painful and distorted faces of the wounded could be seen.

Some were sobbing quietly while holding their broken arms, some had bandages wrapped around their abdomens soaked with blood, and some were lying in the corner dying, their breathing so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

Seeing that the wounded were seriously injured, Perfecto immediately used his human transmutation skills to help treat them.

As the inheritor of her mother's achievements in human alchemy, Perfecto is not only able to turn people into stone, her hands are simply like a miracle when it comes to healing all kinds of injuries.

The emerald green light from her fingertips swept across the fracture, and the bone stump was pulled back into place as if by an invisible hand, and the broken bones reconnected with a slight "click" sound.

When the palm of the hand is pressed on the festering wound, the corrupt tissue is immediately replaced by fresh flesh and blood like the tide receding. The necrotic flesh falls off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and new tissue grows quickly to fill the wound.

An old man's spine was broken by a collapsed beam, but in the alchemy array constructed by her own hands, the broken bones were reassembled like a puzzle, and the old man's originally gray face gradually regained its color.

This miraculous scene shocked everyone present.

Although many people know that alchemy is magical, for various reasons, in the past not much alchemy could be applied to human body treatment.

After all, human alchemy has always been a taboo in the past. Although it was lifted by the generation of Perfectoct's mother, there were not many researchers, let alone those who had achieved success.

Coupled with the influence of various factors, only a very small number of alchemists can use alchemy to heal injuries.

And it is extremely rare for someone to be able to do it as easily and successfully as Perfecto, as if it were a miracle.

This also made the medical staff on the side sigh with emotion.

An elderly doctor pushed up his glasses and whispered to his companion, “If we have the help of an alchemist like Master Perficot who is proficient in human alchemy, many complicated surgical operations will become much simpler.

Those major surgeries that require opening the abdomen can be completed in just a few minutes in her hands.

After hearing this, Perfectcott had an idea and felt that this seemed to be a feasible suggestion.

While she continued to treat the wounded, she was also formulating a plan to train medical alchemists in her mind.

But for now she is still focusing on disaster relief, and this matter can be discussed later.

The most important thing now is to get these wounded out of danger and recover their health as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)