Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste

Chapter 44: The Alchemist’s Battle

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: The Alchemist’s BattleWhat happens when an alchemy puppet with blades for arms faces off against a group of drunken fools?

To the gang members in the slums, this isn’t anything unusual. In street fights, it’s common for opponents to wield weapons, and knives are often their weapon of choice.

But it doesn’t matter; these gang members are all reckless souls who don’t find fighting to the death a big deal.

Relying on their numerical advantage, as long as they’re not afraid to die, even if the opponent is stronger, they can still overcome them.

So, the drunks here, and most people in the bar, don’t believe that Perfikot’s alchemy puppet can beat them, since it’s just a "strange woman" in a maid’s dress.

However, if you asked the nobles of Langton City or wealthy merchants, they’d tell you that without professional combat Extraordinary individuals, an alchemy puppet could wipe out everyone in this bar.

The first appearance of Perfikot’s alchemy puppet in Langton City was at Duke Gloster’s birthday banquet. Perfikot demonstrated to everyone there that these puppets possess the combat power of formal knights.

Although the display involved heavy-armored knight-type puppets, ordinary maid-type puppets may not have such strong combat abilities but are not far inferior to a formal knight.

Moreover, a puppet kept at Perfikot’s side can’t possibly be a regular maid puppet.

Beifa is her meticulously crafted special puppet, with combat power on par with a grand knight, and Perfikot has equipped her with various lethal weapons referencing some games and films from the original world.

Seeing Beifa merely turn in the crowd and sever two arms, three hands, with a head about to roll on the ground, Perfikot then yelled, "Don’t kill anyone, use non-lethal force."

Upon hearing Perfikot’s command, Beifa’s movements suddenly paused, and the blade that was about to cut a poor drunken throat withdrew, turned to a stab, and pierced his thigh.

Witnessing Beifa’s actions, slicing limbs flying, screams echoing, it frightened many at the bar.

After all, even in street fights, it’s not typically life-threatening from the start; such vicious moves only appear when there’s no choice but to fight to the death.

So some wanted to come up to help, at least couldn’t let "the rules" be broken.

But they were intimidated by Beifa’s ferocity and didn’t dare approach.

However, Perfikot’s shout made them realize Beifa was just muscle; she was the key figure.

"Grab her!" Immediately, someone shouted wisely, and a few drunks waved their assorted weapons, charging towards Perfikot, aiming to control her first.

Yet Perfikot dared to come to such a place, relying not only on Beifa’s combat power.

She planted her cane on the ground and gently stroked the ruby embedded at the end, and a spear made of rock immediately pierced through the floor, impaling one of the charging drunks, piercing thigh, chest, and abdomen, making him resemble a frog skewered on an iron spike.

As she cast her gaze at the group of drunks, her hand continued stroking the ruby on the cane, more rock spears pierced through the flooring, skewering more drunks, reminiscent of the legendary scene of the piercing grand duke.

The scene frightened many, and as Beifa felled the last attacking drunk, the bar was filled with screams and moans, and other sounds were suddenly drowned out.

Someone nervously swallowed, sitting utterly still, but others tried to sneakily escape through the back door.

The bartender on the bar looked at the carnage, sweat appearing on his forehead. Though he used to boast as a tough player from the past battles, he had never seen such ghastly scenes, feeling his knees trembling.

Yet despite that, he reached under the bar for a shotgun.

"Miss, they were wrong to attack you, but you responding so harshly might be excessive?" On the second floor of the bar, a man who seemed to be a gang leader stood on the staircase, seemingly wanting to settle the matter.

Such a character was clearly not worthy of Perfikot’s attention. She merely glanced around, seeing no one else wanted to act, raised her voice, "Is Richard O’Connor here? Make him come out."

Upon Perfikot’s command, everyone in the bar hurriedly glanced around,