In the huge temporary shelter, the dragon tribes who woke up from their sleepy state of mind gathered together with their tired and scarred bodies. The huge sun gradually rose to the high point of the sky. Even in this cold Arctic, the warmth brought by the sun slightly dispelled the coldness that entrenched in the ruins of the war. Although the cold wind was still blowing across the earth, Melita, who was in the shelter, still felt a little peace of mind and warmth.

She was not sure whether this feeling came from the broken but still towering walls around her, or from her fellow countrymen who were still alive in sight.

Some of the dragons gathered in the shelter maintain the form of a giant dragon and receive limited treatment or "repair" under this form, while the other part maintains the form of human form to save physical and material consumption and make valuable space for others - these ruins are not large in scale and can provide very limited shelter. If each dragon appears here, it will definitely not be enough for everyone to settle down.

Under a semi-molten metal tower in the middle of the shelter, Melita saw the red dragon Caladol - standing high in human form, his fiery red hair and beard were particularly eye-catching in the crowd, and several other tribesmen were busy nearby, some were caring for the wounded, and some seemed to be trying to fix some machines dug out of the ruins.

"Melita!" Caladol saw Miss Blue Dragon coming from afar and made a surprise voice, "You are still alive!"

"You are still alive," Melita smiled and looked at the senior in the review group - a trustworthy old red dragon. Since thousands of years ago, Melita has often partnered with the other party in missions. "Where is Takdam?"

"Dead, we have found his body," Caladol's tone was filled with a hint of sadness, but with more numbness. "The same goes for everyone else, only two of us survived in the six groups."

As he 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 energizer under my left wing has been burned, and there is also a whole nerve energizer from the spine to the tail that is destroyed," Melita sensed the condition of her body. "The injury is fine, I can feel that I'm healing... The key is the implant. Can this situation be repaired now?"

"...It's probably only possible to do some emergency treatment, remove the damaged and harmful things, and wait until the body heals the wounds themselves - of course, healing magic will speed up the process," Caladol said with a frown. "You should have known that we have lost the Omega now and all the automatic systems - there are only temporary tools that have been dug out of the ruins, and a small amount of undamaged synergists."

"Then take off my broken parts. Fortunately, the problem was not the fatal system," Melita exhaled. "As for the synergist... keep it first. My condition is fine. The synergist is left for the seriously injured."

...

A cave in the temporary shelter was transformed into a medical center to treat those particularly serious injuries who needed major surgery on the body. Melita, who had returned to the shape of a dragon, lay quietly on a cleaned platform, waiting for the mechanic of the medical center to remove the last damaged efficiency enhancement device near her spine. She tried her best to block the stinging pain from the nerve endings, and her eyes slowly swept through the scene in the cave-

The materials and equipment dug out from the ruins were piled up around the cave. The lost automatic device was dismantled and threw it into the corner. The cave was filled with a strange smell of blood and engine oil and gas. The original ventilation system here was obviously lost. Even the lighting was maintained by several magic light balls floating in the air.

Melita can't remember how many years have I never seen this primitive lighting spell in Tallond - before that, Omega had been taking care of the dragons like a nanny.

"The last paragraph is, it may hurt a little," a hoarse voice came from near the back. "I used magic to suppress your nerves as much as possible, but the effect is relatively limited, so you can hold it down."

"Don't even if you dismantle it, mechanic," Melita moved her neck slightly, "My willpower is still quite... Oh my god, mom, I'm #￥@#￥%%￥!!"

"Teared down."

"It's not a little painful!" Melita woke up from the severe pain that seemed to doubt life, and was very surprised that she still had the strength to speak and argue with others, "Are you sure you have used spells to help me relieve pain?"

"The spell was done, but there was a problem with the interface of the old model of the booster device 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 quickly."

As the other party finished speaking, Melita finally felt the pain in her back being rapidly relieved, and even began to feel her flesh and blood gradually reconnecting. She breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly said with some jokingness: "It doesn't matter what the model is, but everyone is the same now - we should live a life of saying goodbye to implants, right?"

"...It seems like this now," the mechanic walked down from the platform and came to Melita to sort out and clean the blood-stained tools. The young red dragon had exhausted his face, but the movements on her hands were still not slow. "The omega system is gone, and many implants directly connected to the omega system now have hidden dangers - although there will be no problems in a short period of time, it is best to remove or turn off all safety reasons. In addition, various parts are in short supply, the factory has been shut down, and many damaged implants cannot be repaired, and they will eventually be removed... The only good news is that at least mechanics like me know how to remove them, and we have not forgotten that knowledge too thoroughly."

When Melita heard this, she noticed the skillful method of the young mechanic when dealing with those tools. She looked at the other party with some surprise: "You... seem to be very good at using this old-style tool to handle implants?"

"My grandfather taught him that before he died, he always said that these techniques were useful... It is said that he was the last generation of mechanics who participated in the design of Gomodo implants. After that, no one was directly involved in mechanical design and manufacturing - all the work was handed over to Omega and the factory's automatic system," the young mechanic finished everything and looked up at Melita. "In fact, mechanics like me who have a little 'craft' say no more, no less... 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 Tallond won't allow such 'private', and even most of the lower Tallond blocks you can reach will not encounter dragons like me," the mechanic smiled, saying in a relaxed tone. "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 what happens every day in those blocks."

"...sorry," Melita said subconsciously, although she didn't understand what she had to do, "I really don't know about these things."

"Nothing to be sorry. We didn't have any difference before, and now there is no difference," the mechanic smiled and put away her tools. "I can barely deal with the problem of implantation. The damage to flesh and blood tissue depends on you. My healing spells have limited effect. If you still feel something is wrong, you can go to Caladol."

After saying this, the mechanic turned around and left the platform where Melita was - she still had a lot of work to deal with, and she didn't have much time to chat with people before every dragon clan with damaged implants could rest with peace of mind.

After the mechanic left, Melita raised her head, and the cold old machines or damaged robotic arms around her remained silent. After losing the support of the Omega system, these things would no longer run actively, and help her inject synergists or maintain scales after surgery.

In a floating glow, Melita recovered her body in human form, and then climbed down the iron ladder at the edge of the platform - she did not jump down rashly or cast a flying spell. After losing the nerve-enhancing device, she still needed some time to re-adapt to this much weaker body.

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

Only then did she realize that she had been lying in the cave for a long time. The huge sun, which was originally located at the high point of the sky, had gradually sunset near the horizon. There would be a dusk that lasted for half a day. The sun would slowly rise and fall on the horizon and start to rise again the next morning.

Melita took a breath of cold air to cheer up her spirits slightly. Then she noticed that there seemed to be some riots ahead and walked towards the other side.

Many human-shaped dragons gathered around the red dragon Calador, but when Melita arrived, the small riots here had subsided, and the gathered dragons gradually faded away. Calador breathed a sigh of relief and noticed Melita's approaching.

"Are you okay?" The elderly red dragon looked at Melita. "I thought you would have to rest for a half day."

"Solved the trouble of implants, just recover from the physical injuries. There is no need to occupy the cave," Melita said, looking at the dispersed backs with curiosity, "What happened? Is there a troublemaker?"

"The Dragon Clan is not so unbearable," Caladol's voice was low, "but there was a little trouble when distributing supplies and work... After losing the assistance of the automatic system, even such small things encountered problems frequently, which felt a bit ironic."

Have you encountered some trouble when allocating supplies and working?

Melita couldn't help but repeat Caladol's words in her heart, her eyes slowly swept across the dilapidated camp. She saw exhausted tribesmen and wounded in urgent need of rest. The problems this refuge has to face are so obvious: insufficient food, insufficient medical supplies, insufficient labor, and insufficient labor tools.

Indeed, the dragon's powerful body is enough to support its compatriots to survive in this cold wind-whistling continent for a long time, but this kind of survival seems hopeless. Most of the area of ​​Tallongde has been transformed into scorched earth, and ordinary dragons who have long been used to the meticulous care of the Omega system and automatic factories seem to have no idea how to survive in this land that has returned to the original...

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

"We should find ways to ensure the basic survival of the tribesmen first," she couldn't help saying, "We can survive for a long time in the absence of food, but sooner or later we have to eat... Where do we have food now?"

"The food collected from the ruins can last for a while. Although many things have been burned, some factories and storage facilities buried deep underground still have intact stocks," said a dragon clan passing by. "There are not many things collected, but... we are not many people now."

"As 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 have to find a way to repair some factories - Omega is gone. We can find a way to bypass the automatic circuit and manually restart those machines," said another dragon clan. "We can't dig out the synergists and parts needed to repair the implant from the ground..."

"We also need to build some more sturdy shelters. Many of the buildings here are about 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 or encouragement, but instead made every dragon confirm the harshness of the situation in front of them. Melita could feel that the atmosphere on the scene was obviously depressed. She never thought that the brilliant and powerful Tallond would have such a dilemma. Although the situation seemed much better than the original fate of destruction, it seemed that it was not so lucky to survive in this situation.

She couldn't help but think about it, and then suddenly noticed something: "Calador, has Noreta not come back yet?!"

"Noretta?" The red dragon Caladol seemed to remember Miss White Dragon who had left the camp at noon at this time. He frowned and immediately subconsciously wanted to call Noreta through the Omega system. However, it was not until the hollow noise came from the resonance core in his brain that he realized that he had made another mistake.

He looked up and looked at the sky south of the camp: "She should have been back at least an hour ago... The place she was going to explore was not far from here, and whether survivors were found or not, the trip was very fast..."

"Did she go alone?" Melita asked anxiously.

"Yes, one person...we have limited staff and the southern area is very close, so she went there by herself..."
Chapter completed!