Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 776 - 5 Weather Controller

The weather controller is an exceptionally complex alchemical device, almost akin to a building.

Given the current harsh weather conditions, Perfikot clearly doesn't have the luxury of time to build it slowly.

The Northern Territory cannot wait, her people cannot wait.

The only way to erect the weather controller quickly without a gradual build is to use alchemy to directly assemble it.

This level of work is far beyond the capability of ordinary Alchemists, even if several Alchemists work together, their efficiency wouldn't surpass manual construction.

The issue isn't anything else; it's simply that these Alchemists lack spiritual power. They must work in intervals, taking breaks, maintaining production at a barely efficient pace, with inefficiency at nine out of ten.

Perfikot herself is the one truly capable of handling this task.

Using the powerful influence of the Philosopher's Stone and her own formidable spiritual power, she can alter large areas and even craft incredibly intricate, large-scale devices in a short period via alchemy.

Even though doing so would deplete her spiritual power, if she carefully controls her consumption, limits the material scale she shapes, and prepares raw materials in advance, she can avoid draining her spiritual power completely.

As long as she manages the rhythm, she can construct portions at intervals and continue once her spiritual power recovers.

However, Perfikot has opted not to rely on natural rest for spiritual power recovery; instead, she concocted a spirit-replenishing potion for herself, planning to eliminate recovery time with it, thus rapidly completing the construction of the weather controller.

For Perfikot, this is a colossal burden, but considering the entire Northern Territory is facing the blizzard's assault, she is extremely unwilling to wait any longer.

Especially after receiving predictions from the astrologers of the Astronomical Society, indicating that this blizzard will last at least another week, her resolve to wait has dwindled further.

The worst-hit settlement currently has only three days of fuel in stock, though they possess ample supplies of food, and remain sheltered in underground bunkers, supposedly safe.

But once their fuel runs out, they will face an abnormally severe ordeal. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Although the underground shelters were originally designed with insulation properties in mind, even without fuel for heat, they can maintain a relatively not-too-cold temperature.

No matter how cold it is, with external temperatures at a minimum of minus seventy degrees, even the best insulation will still drop temperatures below freezing.

At this temperature, while people can survive and function, the lack of warmth and lighting, along with the absence of hot food obtained through heating, will drastically impair their ability and performance in combating the cold.

Imagine being trapped in a closed, dark underground space with no illumination, outside information, or hot food, needing to endure for at least one week before rescue can set out.

This time period sounds brief, yet just a few days can be fatal.

Moreover, the astrologers in the Astronomical Society did not precisely predict the duration of the extreme weather, and Perfikot doesn't have the heart to wait for the storm to subside.

Thus, in the garden of the Lord's manor, Perfikot had a large amount of materials delivered, and she prefabricated all materials according to the structure of the weather controller.

Once everything was completed, a column dozens of meters tall, resembling a straight filament, was erected before Perfikot.

This is the foundation part of the weather controller, serving as its main support pillar.

The entire weather controller will be installed atop this support pillar.

Some components had already undergone rough processing by Alchemists as instructed by Perfikot, with some even preassembled, merely waiting for final assembly.

Now, everything is ready, and a group of Alchemists summoned by Perfikot have already positioned themselves in a large alchemical ritual array as she instructed.

They will act as conduits, serving as Perfikot's spiritual power batteries and amplifiers. Her spiritual power will be linked through the alchemical ritual array underfoot, connecting these Alchemists, and through them, her spiritual power will be further enhanced, magnifying the effects of alchemy.

As for what becomes of these Alchemists once their spiritual power is drained, Perfikot doesn't concern herself.

Nevertheless, the old steward won't stand by watching the incapacitated Alchemists litter the garden; he will appropriately manage these people.

In this aspect, the old steward never disappoints.

With the preliminary preparations completed, Perfikot activated the alchemy using the Philosopher's Stone.

The prepared materials and components were shaped like clay in her hands, with different materials mixed and molded into the desired forms needed by Perfikot.

This is an exceedingly precise task, requiring Perfikot to focus all her energy to accomplish shaping all components as needed.

In other words, Perfikot must individually mold each material and component into the weather controller before her — she needs to meticulously envision the entire weather controller in her mind, that's how she can manifest it with alchemy.

Such work is an immense burden for Perfikot, let alone ordinary Alchemists.

While Perfikot endeavored to bring the weather controller from her mind into reality, the spiritual power of the surrounding Alchemists continued to be siphoned.

However small their spiritual power pales in comparison to Perfikot, as components of the alchemical ritual, their spiritual power resonates with the ritual array, forming an amplified resonance structure, repeatedly enlarging Perfikot's spiritual prowess.

Allowing her to conduct larger-scale alchemical operations while enabling her to perform more refined manipulation.

This alchemical ritual is tolerable for Perfikot; her vast spiritual power suffices to sustain her consumption.

But for ordinary Alchemists, this equates to draining their spirit to its very dregs.

Merely a slight increase in Perfikot's spiritual power usage, and the Alchemists appear nauseous, as though not just their memories but their very souls are being extracted.

Soon, an Alchemist, unable to endure, collapsed to the ground.

The servants of the Lord's manor quickly rushed over, dragging the drunken-like Alchemists to one side, waiting for them to recover on their own.