Sword of Daybreaker

In the huge temporary refuge, the dragons who have awakened from a state of mental sleep drag their tired and scarred bodies together, and the giant day gradually rises to the high point of the sky, even in this cold North Pole, the warmth brought by the sun It also slightly dispelled the cold entrenched in the ruins of the war-even though the cold wind was still blowing across the ground, Melita in the refuge still felt a little peace of mind and warmth.

She wasn't sure whether this feeling came from the broken but still towering high walls around, or from the compatriots who were still alive in her sight.

Some of the dragons gathered in the refuge maintain the form of a giant dragon and receive limited treatment or "maintenance" in this form, while the other part maintains a human form to save energy and material consumption. Make valuable space for others-these ruined walls are not large in scale, and the shelter they can provide is very limited. If every dragon appears here, it will definitely not be enough for everyone.

Under a huge semi-molten metal tower in the center of the refuge, Melita saw the red dragon Calador-standing high in the form of a human, his red hair and beard were particularly eye-catching among the crowd, and several others The clansmen were busy nearby, some were looking after the wounded, and some seemed to be trying to repair some machines dug out of the rubble.

"Merita!" Calador saw Miss Blue Dragon coming from a distance and made a surprised voice, "You are still alive!"

"You are still alive, too," Melita smiled and looked at the senior in the jury-he is a trustworthy old red dragon. Since thousands of years ago, Melita has often made peace in missions. The other party has partnered, "Where is Takdamm?"

"Dead, we have found his body," Calador said with a trace of sadness, but with more numbness in his sadness. "The same goes for the others. Only the two of us in the six groups survived. "

With that said, the red dragon had keenly noticed the weakness in Melita's breath: "You need treatment and rest-what about the implant? Is there a problem with the implant?"

"I feel that the muscle booster under my left wing has been burned, and the whole nerve booster from the spine to the tail is also destroyed," Melita sensed the condition of her body, "The injury was returned. Okay, I can feel that I am healing... the key is the implant. Can this condition be repaired now?"

"...Probably we can only do some emergency treatment, remove the damaged and harmful things, and wait for the body to heal the wounds on its own-of course, healing magic will speed up this process," Calador said with a frown, "You should We already know that we have lost Omega now, and we have lost all automatic systems-here are only some temporary tools dug from the rubble, and a small amount of undamaged booster."

"Then take down my broken parts. Fortunately, the problem is not the fatal system," Merita exhaled. "As for the booster... keep it for now, I'm fine, the booster Leave it to the seriously injured."

...

A cave in the temporary shelter was transformed into a medical center, used to treat those who were extremely serious and needed major surgery on the body, and Merita, who recovered the form of the dragon, was quietly cleaned up in one place. On the platform that came out, waiting for the mechanics of the medical center to disassemble the last damaged booster device near his spine. She tried her best to shield the tingling from the nerve endings, her eyes slowly sweeping across the scene in the cave——

The materials and equipment dug out from the ruins were stacked around the cave. The automatic device that lost power was disassembled and thrown into the corner. The cave was filled with a strange smell of blood and organic gas. The original ventilation system here is obviously It has lost its effect, and even the lighting is maintained by a few magical light **** floating in the air.

Melita couldn't remember how many years he hadn't seen this primitive lighting spell in Tarrond - before that, Omega had taken care of the dragons like a nanny.

"It's the last paragraph, it may be a bit painful," a hoarse voice came from near the back, "I tried my best to suppress your nerve activity with magic power, but the effect is relatively limited. You can bear it."

"Take it down, Mechanic," Merita moved her neck slightly, "My willpower is still quite...Oh, mom, fuck, mom, I got a #￥@#￥%%￥!!!"

"Take it down."

"It's not a bit painful!" Melita woke up from the sudden pain as if she was suspicious of life, and was very surprised that she still had the strength to talk to others. "Are you sure you have a spell to help me relieve the pain?"

"The spell has tried my best, but there is a problem with the interface of the old model of booster you used-fortunately, it did not cause irreversible damage to your nerves. Now relax, I am releasing the healing technique, and your wound will heal soon. ."

As the other party's voice fell, Melita finally felt the rapid relief of her back pain, and even began to feel that her flesh and blood were gradually rejoining together. She breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly said jokingly: "Model It doesn't matter anymore, anyway, everyone is the same now-we should live a life of bidding farewell to implants, right?"

"...It looks like this now," the mechanic walked off the platform and came to Merita to sort out and clean the blood-stained tools. The young red dragon was tired, but she There is still no lag in the movement of the hand. "The Omega system is gone. Many implants directly connected to the Omega system now have hidden dangers-although there will be no problems in a short time, it is best to be safe. They still have to be dismantled or turned off. In addition, various parts are in short supply and the factory has been shut down. Many damaged implants cannot be repaired and will eventually be removed... The only good news is that at least mechanics like me have Knowing how to dismantle them, we have not forgotten that knowledge too thoroughly."

Melita only noticed the skill of the young mechanic in handling those tools when she heard this. She looked at each other unexpectedly: "You... seem to be very good at handling implants with this old tool?"

"My grandfather taught him that before he died, he always talked about the usefulness of these technologies... It is said that he was the last generation of mechanics who participated in the design of Gomodo implants. After him, no one was directly involved in mechanical design. And manufacturing-all the work is handed over to Omega and the factory's automatic system," the young mechanic finished processing everything, raised his head to look at Merita, "In fact, I have a little'handsman' machine like me. The teacher says more is not more, and less is not too much...Although not everyone has a grandfather who is a mechanic, everyone has their own way."

Melita blinked and muttered to herself softly: "I never knew..."

"The upper Talrond will not allow this kind of'private work', and even most of the blocks in the lower Talrond that you can touch will not encounter dragons like me," the mechanic smiled, his tone very Easily said, "This is even more illegal than those corner workshops-illegal implant modification is forbidden, but there is still a market in the deepest blocks, and Omega doesn't care that those blocks happen every day. what."

"...I'm sorry," Melita said subconsciously, even though she didn't understand what she was "sorry" about, "I really don't understand these things."

"I'm sorry, we were the same before, and now there is no difference," the mechanic smiled and put away her tools, "I can barely deal with the implant problems, and the damage to the flesh and tissue depends on you. Own, my healing spells have limited effects. If you still feel something is wrong, you can go to Karador."

After saying this, the mechanic turned her head and left the platform Melita was on. She still had a lot of work to deal with. Before each dragon with a damaged implant could rest at ease, she didn’t have much time and People gossiping.

After the mechanic left, Merita raised her head. The cold old machines or damaged robotic arms around her remained silent. After losing the support of the Omega system, these things would never run actively again to help her inject. The scales after the synergist or surgery are cured.

In a flutter of light, Melita regained her human form, and then she climbed down the iron ladder on the edge of the platform-she did not jump off or cast flying spells. After losing the nerve booster, She still needs some time to re-adapt to this much weakened body.

She walked out of the cave and came to the open space outside. The slightly dim sky light slanted down and shone on the square covered with ruined walls.

Then she realized that she had been lying in the cave for a long time, and the huge sun that was originally high in the sky had gradually sunk to near the horizon - there would be a dusk that lasted for half a day, and the sun would slowly rise and fall on the horizon once, and It started to rise again in the early morning of the next day.

Melita took a breath of cold air to lift her spirits slightly, and then she noticed that there seemed to be some commotion in front of her, so she stepped toward that side.

A lot of humanoid dragons gathered around the red dragon Kalador, but when Merita arrived, the small riots here had subsided, and the gathered dragons gradually faded away. Kalador breathed a sigh of relief. And noticed Melita's approach.

"Are you okay?" The elderly red dragon looked at Merita, "I thought you would take a longer rest."

"The trouble of the implant is solved, and the physical injury is slowly recovered. There is no need to occupy the place in the cave," Melita said, while looking at the scattered figures with some curiosity, "What happened? Is there any trouble?"

"The dragons are not so unbearable," Calador said in a low voice. "It's just that there was a little trouble in distributing supplies and work... After losing the assistance of the automatic system, even this kind of trivial matter frequently encountered problems. It's ironic."

Have a little trouble distributing supplies and work?

Melita couldn't help repeating Calador's words in her heart, and her eyes slowly swept across this dilapidated camp. What she saw were the exhausted tribesmen and the wounds in urgent need of recuperation, and this refuge had to face it. The problem is so obvious: insufficient food, insufficient medical supplies, insufficient labor, and insufficient labor tools.

It is true that the dragon’s strong physique is enough to support the compatriots to survive for a long time on this cold windy continent, but this kind of survival seems hopeless at all, most of Talrond has been turned into scorched earth, and The ordinary dragons who have long been accustomed to the Omega system and automatic factory meticulous care seem to have no idea how to survive on this land that has returned to the original...

For some reason, Melita suddenly thought of the distant Loren continent at this moment, thinking of the humans who had also experienced the wasteland and re-emergence on that continent.

"We should find a way to ensure the basic survival of the people," she couldn't help but said, "We can survive for a long time without food, but sooner or later we still have to eat... Where does our food come from? Come?"

"The food collected from the ruins can last for a while. Although many things have been burned, there are still undamaged stocks in some factories and storage facilities buried deep underground," said a dragon clan passing by. , "There are not many things collected, but...our current population is not large."

"Those things will be eaten sooner or later, we still have to find a way to restore food production," Calador said in a deep voice, "We don't know where else can grow food on this continent, but the ocean can provide some food... …"

"In addition, we still have to find a way to repair some factories-Omega is gone, we can find a way to bypass the automatic lines and manually restart those machines," another dragon said. "We can't dig out the synergist from the ground. And the parts needed to repair the implant..."

"We need to build some stronger shelters. Many of the buildings here are going to collapse, and the number is not enough for everyone to live in..."

Some passing dragons began to discuss, but this discussion did not bring hope and encouragement, but even more confirmed the bad situation in front of each dragon. Melita could feel that the atmosphere on the scene was clearly depressed. She never thought that the brilliant and powerful Tarrond would encounter such a predicament one day, although compared to the original fate of destruction, the situation now seems to have changed. A lot better, but survived in this situation... it doesn't seem to be how lucky.

She couldn't help thinking wildly, and then suddenly noticed something: "Cala d'Or, hasn't Noretta come back yet?!"

"Noretta?" The red dragon Karador seemed to think of Miss Bailong who had left the camp at noon. He frowned, and immediately subconsciously wanted to call Noretta through the Omega system, but until the brain There was a hollow noise from the resonance core, and he realized that he had made another mistake.

He raised his head and looked at the sky in the southern part of the camp: "She should have been back at least an hour ago... The place she is going to explore is not far from here. Whether or not a survivor is found, a round trip is fast... …"

"Did she go alone?" Melita asked anxiously.

"Yes, alone... we have limited manpower and the southern area is very close, so she went by herself..."

Melita walked away without waiting for the other person to finish speaking, and at the same time she quickly switched to the dragon form: "I'm going to find her!"