After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1045

Chapter 1045: Gathering in Basset Town

A/N: ADVANCED HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! I can’t do any more mass release lol, but do receive my heart and greetings.

Thank you for your support the past year, Alterrans! The book is now more than 1 year old and still going decently. This is already an accomplishment in and of itself and I wouldn’t have gotten so far without y’all!

Hope you remain with me for the coming year~ We’re reaching the halfway mark the story! Hehehe. Love you, and HUGS!

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They were still investigating, but it seemed like Alterra still had a lot of weapons hidden. The greed in their hearts burst as they thought of this, and they looked at each other in understanding.

“I will take it first!” Unggoy yelled, already claiming it.

“No, I will!” Tout, the Lord of Resso village, responded at around the same time.

“I’m closest to it!” Tangie said, dismissing the two of them. “My people have also been there before, and they had gathered enough information the past few weeks. It’s much more than what you have.”

Logically speaking, he really was the best choice after Picno, which was still a Level 2 Village. However, the others were not reconciled.

“I have dealt with their kind before!” Khemel, the lord of Khlack village, yelled back. “They are Foreigners, and I have gone to war with its associate territory, Belluga.”

This made a couple of other lords sneer at him. “Yeah, by being defeated twice.”

Khlack was nothing but an empty shell now. Some monsters could even enter the walls. They would just kill it when it entered, but they were no longer able to keep the monsters completely out of the territory.

This meant that there was heavy damage every day, and people died even within the territory walls.

People dying in Xeno was normal, but what was the point of being in a territory that couldn’t protect them at all?

The other villages all received refugees from there, so they knew what was going on.

At this, Khemel’s face turned red and he sat back down in humiliation. However, he was desperate to clear his name and regain some status again.

He turned to look at the Lord Bentro. “Milord… If you can lend me Patte’s team again,” he said. “We can weaken Alterra bit by bit from the outside. I’m sure they’d love targets like that, particularly women from that place.

“I heard he even took the enemy lord in front of her subjects,” he said. “He will love this mission.”

Bentro sighed. “My son is probably having fun elsewhere at this time,” he said. Because Patte’s level was nothing special in a Town, he—and his cronies—tended to like terrorizing villages. He was a Basset Citizen, but he was rarely here.

“Rather than send him to help you though, I’d rather send him to investigate Alterra himself.”

He then turned to Vara, the leader of the Rongo Mercenary Team. After a close deal between them, the mercenary team agreed to set up their main base in his town. Although it wasn’t that strong considering it was from a City, they were still powerhouses in the tier of Towns.

Anyway, the man had been quietly watching them all this time and, knowing him, he must have something to contribute. “What do you think?”

“We, too, know a bit about it,” Vara said, rubbing his short beard. His sharp eyes turned to his side to reveal another person with a dark disposition.

If Garan and the others were here, they’d recognize him as Fargo.

Well, perhaps they would, perhaps they wouldn’t.

This man, in stark contrast to his previous sleek image, appeared weak and pitiful. His clothing was now that of a commoner who hadn’t bathed in week.

He only had one arm and one leg now, and he was held up by stiff stone legs that consumed mana for every movement that he made.

Despite his pitiful state, his heart was fiery with hope for revenge. Because of the oath, he couldn’t do it directly but he could assist the people who could do something about them.

The oath was strict, of course, but fortunately there was information that technically wasn’t a secret—the people in this room were simply not aware of them because of the horrible status of communications here.

“I know this place very well,” he said.

“You?” the Lord said, looking up and down at him, not hiding his distaste. He was just a level 10 man. An invalid, too.

Normally, any one who had lost a limb was garbage, but it seemed like this one had a longer life span.

More importantly, his control of his element was not to be underestimated.

“One of its satellites, Limestone Valley, was mine. Me and the branch of the Rongo mercenary team assigned there were defeated by them.”

This made everyone’s enthusiasm to attack diminish a bit, suddenly making them more guarded.

Even if the Rongo Team’s branch was probably in the weaker strata since they settled in villages, it shouldn’t be so weak either.

“Their second war,” Fargo continued. “They defeated Guia Valley.”

This made people flinch. Not everyone knew of this information. Rather, it was too unbelievable that many unconsciously missed it. Fargo knew because he had been following news of them as soon as he had the freedom to do so, and he did it by attaching himself to Vara…

…though that naturally came with a lot of costs, some of which made him want to skin himself alive.

“How they managed to do this is still under investigation, but it shows Alterra is far from weak,” Fargo said. “As someone from the same home planet, I can also tell you that their technology is nothing you’ve seen before.

“As you are now, any one of you will be crushed.”

This made the others sneer. They felt uncomfortable being threatened just by the existence of another village!

Unggoy hit the table in anger. “It’s a new village right? How can it be so powerful?!”

He glared at Fargo, and even at Vara. “You are not exaggerating their strength to feel less embarrassed of your loss, right?

“Don’t wanna admit you’re just weak?!”

Slash!

Unggoy’s eyes widened as the sharp spike of earth appeared by his neck, missing it by an inch. He shook and fell back in shock, almost peeing at himself.

His eyes were wide as he whipped his head at the invalid who did it.

Fargo sneered. “If I’m weak, what are you?” his eyes were filled with anger and vindictiveness, and it scared Unggoy a bit, despite the bastard being nearly half his level.

“YOU—”

“ENOUGH!!”

Bentro yelled and hit the table in front of him, causing it to crack. This finally brought some peace to the table.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at Fargo. “Continue.”

Fargo’s eyes sharpened, and he said everything he knew and could say. In particular, the fact that they were mostly elementalists.

This caused both greed and apprehension to his audience, but mostly the former.

There might be a lot of limitations to him now—whether it was with his current body and situation, or because of that damned oath—but he would make sure to contribute to Alterra’s downfall!!