Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 806 - 35: Sanderion’s Return

"I never thought you would actually have a time when you would be having trouble asking for help." As she stepped off the Flying Airship, Sanderion looked at Perfikot, who had come to meet her, and couldn't help but tease her.

Although there was no concept of rivalry between the two, when Sanderion made her name, Perfikot's grandfather hadn't even been born, so she didn't need to compete with a young girl like Perfikot.

But as fellow Alchemists, seeing a teenager almost catching up with her century of achievements, Sanderion would indeed feel something other than human, but divine.

"I am indeed stumped. Although I have methods and means to analyze it, three months is the maximum amount of time I can spend on this project," Perfikot explained spread her hands without getting angry at Sanderion's teasing. "Moreover, I brought you back because I have a big project that requires your help.

This is the main reason.

As for analyzing the formula, there's indeed such a need, but it's just a secondary reason."

"Alright, alright, I got it! Where's the formula? Let me take a look!" Sanderion waved her hand dismissively and then asked Perfikot for the formula that had stumped her.

Perfikot took out the prepared Warming Mixture formula, along with her research results and experimental records.

Sanderion took them, glanced briefly, and then frowned. As she went through Perfikot's experiment records, she showed an expression of surprise and admiration, "This formula looks very simple at first glance, something even a three-year-old could replicate, but from your analysis, it seems not so simple..."

"You've hit the point; it's simple enough that a three-year-old could replicate it according to the formula." Perfikot nodded affirmatively but then questioned Sanderion, "We're all Alchemists, and you're a Demigod, so let me ask you, can you write a formula a three-year-old could replicate accurately?

Especially one where, regardless of the procedure or materials, it would produce approximately the same effect.

At least I think I can't do it, and I can't even mimic it through the framework derived from analytic formula, and I can't understand its core philosophy."

"No one could write a formula like you're asking for; that's practically in the domain of the gods!" Precisely because she was at the Demigod Level, Sanderion could feel how terrifying what Perfikot was talking about truly was.

The greatest sounds are rarely heard, true skill seems unrefined; sometimes simplicity does not mean it's easy.

It's easy to complicate something simple but hard to simplify something complex.

Especially as Sanderion herself said, creating an Alchemical formula that a three-year-old could replicate—what level of error tolerance must it have?

Alchemy is a precise discipline where a single mistake can result in unimaginable errors! This core idea is almost like a doctrinal imprint in the knowledge systems of Sanderion and even Perfikot.

They are already the most powerful two Alchemists in the entire Victor Empire and even in the human world as a whole; things they couldn't understand or accomplish were indeed beyond human capability.

"I think maybe you should change your approach; don't just focus stubbornly on this formula." After thinking for a while, Sanderion offered another perspective: "We only have this one formula now, and without enough information and data, perhaps your 'consultant' could dig up a few more formulas from the archives?

If we have multiple formulas for comparison, it might help us better understand the mysteries within them."

After she finished, Sanderion felt that this should be the case, or perhaps she wanted to better convince Perfikot, so she added, "There's a vast difference between ancient alchemy's core ideas and modern alchemy. Without being able to analyze enough formulas and obtain enough information, even for you and me, unraveling this mystery would be difficult."

"Perhaps you're right. I'll let Sir Don Quixote search for more Ancient Alchemy formulas. However, you can't expect him to have immediate results." Perfikot spread her hands, expressing helplessness, and said, "So the lab is ready; roll up your sleeves and get to work!"

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"No wonder you said you don't have time to invest more energy into this matter; you're actually building such an outrageous thing!" In Perfikot's laboratory, Sanderion saw the assembled floating core and exclaimed in amazement.

This time, it was no longer a model but a fully assembled and operational floating core.

It only needed to be installed into the designed floating module to lift the entire module into the sky as part of a Floating City.

Of course, it could also be activated directly on the ground, in which case... well, it might result in a five-kilometer radius of land being ripped from the earth and lifted into the sky.

This floating core had such terrifying power, and Perfikot had already completed the critical production of the Flying Stone with the Philosopher's Stone.

Looking at the massive Flying Stone within the floating core, even Sanderion was amazed, amazed at Perfikot's boldness and strength in alchemy and amazed that such a large Flying Stone existed. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was large enough for Sanderion to lay her whole body on, far from the small trinkets Perfikot had previously produced that could be held in one hand.

It was precisely because it had been enlarged several times that it could possess such an astounding Anti-Gravity Field.

With Perfikot's designed floating core, this massive Flying Stone could be controlled to ascend, descend, and execute various other actions according to the pilot's intent.

This thing might not compare in value to the Warming Mixture, but relatively speaking, it provided a more intuitive understanding of how remarkable what Perfikot had done was.

"The standard module lift core for the Floating City, here's its blueprint, and the accompanying design for the Floating City module is this," Perfikot introduced to Sanderion, pointing to the blueprints fixed on two boards in her lab: "You can use this lab freely. I need you to help me complete the final assembly and inspection of the floating core to ensure it operates correctly."

"I understand, but for such a large-scale project, I need to bring in Heine and the others," Sanderion said after glancing at the blueprints, indicating she needed more help.