After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1102

The tens of thousands of forces—most of whom were outside had to deal with strong mobs not found in villages. Suffice to say, it was a massacre.

While their levels and numbers weren’t low, they definitely did not expect such powerful monsters to come at this moment! It still caught them off-guard in the end, exacerbating the damage.

In some places, some low-level people were eaten outright. There were also those who gathered enough wit to fight, but they were either alone or didn’t work well with the others—eventually succumbing to the monster mob as well.

These people weren’t really trained for teamwork among those from the same territory—let alone teamwork with people from other territories!

ROAR!

Slash!

“AHHH!”

Squelch!

Clash!

“HELP MEEE!!!! PLEA—Gah!”

Crunch!

Some people’s bodies were even shared. For example, the upper torso was taken by one monster, but his legs would be pulled by another one.

Tout saw the chaos and—knowing this could not go on—yelled. “DAMNIT! GET OVER YOURSELVES! FIGHT!”

If they continued like this, wouldn’t they get defeated before most of them reached the walls?!

HECK NO!!

He immediately ordered the slaves to attack the Monsters, so the rest of the citizens could handle them while they were distracted.

The poor slaves had no choice but to lunge towards the monsters that’d definitely kill them. They could only fight for their lives, slashing their wooden swords, and doing their best to live for a few seconds longer.

Their bodies could no longer be controlled and moved for the sole purpose of buying time and chances for those behind them. Even if it meant going straight into monsters’ mouths.

Using the temporary distraction the slaves were doing, the others used this chance to attack and mob the monsters to deal with them.

After the initial attacks, the thousands of fighting forces finally caught themselves and began to fight against the mobs.

“ATTACK!!!” they yelled, shifting their attention from the wall to the monsters next to them. They held out their weapons to fight, some forming some makeshift teams with hit-or-miss cooperation.

Sometimes, they’d get lucky and have the sentries hit the monsters. In that case, they’d take advantage and get the final kill and even get the associated experience and copper.

Not everyone was lucky with the sentries though. For these people, they could end up in the arrow’s path while they were distracted by the monsters.

They’d also receive some arrows from the Alterrans, with varying degrees of lethality. However, even if it was just a graze, it still hurt and a moment of distraction was enough for one or two monsters to take advantage.

“GAHHH!” another yelled as his arm was bitten off and he gasped as he felt his arm bone getting pulled out from his shoulders. “AHHH!”

Then he no longer felt pain after that, because a smaller monster appeared right behind him, eating him up from above his head.

Blood and internal organs splattered all over, and the spectators even saw someone’s spine being pulled out by a monster.

Anyway, it was a gruesome sight all over and a few Alterran guards watching the show ended up vomiting.

Don’t look at them being here for a year. Alterra protected them well enough without letting them stagnate too much. The gruesome sight of people getting eaten in half was a memory of long ago, back before they found the safety of Alterra’s walls.

It was fortunate for the Resso’s Teams that there were so many of them, otherwise this war would’ve been over before they could even reach the walls.

Temp and the other level 20s had also ran back to help deal with the mobs—they had no choice. They were bound to at least do their best, so they had to take down as many monsters as they could.

The injection of their force naturally lightened up the massacres in the area. A Level 30 against a Level 12 was definitely not a difficult fight.

Of course, mobs of this level were still a challenge, especially if they were outnumbered.

It was easy for Temp to kill a level 10 and below, but being surrounded by dozens of them was still dangerous.

However, even if he was being drowned, he could just pull someone to be eaten instead of getting bitten.

“Orcshit!” Temp yelled as the blood of a slave he threw splattered all over him. He cursed a bit more but had no time to feel disgusted.

Then two level 15 monsters appeared next to him and—because he was almost injured by their sudden appearances—he had to use mana and skills in the process.

The monsters were dense and at some point he was left alone in the area, with everyone else either running away from the mob (though getting caught in the end) or running desperately towards the walls.

Going here, Temp did not expect to get into so much trouble! He was considered strong in Basset Town. This was a war between villages!

Alterra, according to their information, also had level 20s and 30s, but not that many nor would they be able to do as much. In the end, they outnumbered them a few to one.

What was this now?!

At most, he thought he’d be dealing with the sentries, which would have somewhat diminished effect on people his level. Even if they did, he could just grab a slave or a shield to protect himself from harm.

Even the Mercenaries hired here were aghast. About another dozen of the level 20s were from mercenary teams. They at least had some teamwork to speak of so no one had died yet despite being surrounded.

However, being mobbed like this was not part of the plan!

Their task was to make sure those within the level cap would be able to enter the territory and cause chaos inside. They thought that this was a great exchange considering the amount of money and products promised to them after this.

But, at this time, their spirits and mana were getting lower at a palpable rate, and all of them had an increasing number of injuries on their bodies.

It was getting genuinely dangerous for them. Another hour of this and they’d be seeing deaths.

So even if they ran away now, the oaths wouldn’t be broken.

It was just that—looking at the sea of monsters emerging from the forests group by group—they had a foreboding feeling:

There was no escaping this!!

Chapter 1102: Massacres!

The tens of thousands of forces—most of whom were outside had to deal with strong mobs not found in villages. Suffice to say, it was a massacre.

While their levels and numbers weren’t low, they definitely did not expect such powerful monsters to come at this moment! It still caught them off-guard in the end, exacerbating the damage.

In some places, some low-level people were eaten outright. There were also those who gathered enough wit to fight, but they were either alone or didn’t work well with the others—eventually succumbing to the monster mob as well.

These people weren’t really trained for teamwork among those from the same territory—let alone teamwork with people from other territories!

ROAR!

Slash!

“AHHH!”

Squelch!

Clash!

“HELP MEEE!!!! PLEA—Gah!”

Crunch!

Some people’s bodies were even shared. For example, the upper torso was taken by one monster, but his legs would be pulled by another one.

Tout saw the chaos and—knowing this could not go on—yelled. “DAMNIT! GET OVER YOURSELVES! FIGHT!”

If they continued like this, wouldn’t they get defeated before most of them reached the walls?!

HECK NO!!

He immediately ordered the slaves to attack the Monsters, so the rest of the citizens could handle them while they were distracted.

The poor slaves had no choice but to lunge towards the monsters that’d definitely kill them. They could only fight for their lives, slashing their wooden swords, and doing their best to live for a few seconds longer.

Their bodies could no longer be controlled and moved for the sole purpose of buying time and chances for those behind them. Even if it meant going straight into monsters’ mouths.

Using the temporary distraction the slaves were doing, the others used this chance to attack and mob the monsters to deal with them.

After the initial attacks, the thousands of fighting forces finally caught themselves and began to fight against the mobs.

“ATTACK!!!” they yelled, shifting their attention from the wall to the monsters next to them. They held out their weapons to fight, some forming some makeshift teams with hit-or-miss cooperation.

Sometimes, they’d get lucky and have the sentries hit the monsters. In that case, they’d take advantage and get the final kill and even get the associated experience and copper.

Not everyone was lucky with the sentries though. For these people, they could end up in the arrow’s path while they were distracted by the monsters.

They’d also receive some arrows from the Alterrans, with varying degrees of lethality. However, even if it was just a graze, it still hurt and a moment of distraction was enough for one or two monsters to take advantage.

“GAHHH!” another yelled as his arm was bitten off and he gasped as he felt his arm bone getting pulled out from his shoulders. “AHHH!”

Then he no longer felt pain after that, because a smaller monster appeared right behind him, eating him up from above his head.

Blood and internal organs splattered all over, and the spectators even saw someone’s spine being pulled out by a monster.

Anyway, it was a gruesome sight all over and a few Alterran guards watching the show ended up vomiting.

Don’t look at them being here for a year. Alterra protected them well enough without letting them stagnate too much. The gruesome sight of people getting eaten in half was a memory of long ago, back before they found the safety of Alterra’s walls.

It was fortunate for the Resso’s Teams that there were so many of them, otherwise this war would’ve been over before they could even reach the walls.

Temp and the other level 20s had also ran back to help deal with the mobs—they had no choice. They were bound to at least do their best, so they had to take down as many monsters as they could.

The injection of their force naturally lightened up the massacres in the area. A Level 30 against a Level 12 was definitely not a difficult fight.

Of course, mobs of this level were still a challenge, especially if they were outnumbered.

It was easy for Temp to kill a level 10 and below, but being surrounded by dozens of them was still dangerous.

However, even if he was being drowned, he could just pull someone to be eaten instead of getting bitten.

“Orcshit!” Temp yelled as the blood of a slave he threw splattered all over him. He cursed a bit more but had no time to feel disgusted.

Then two level 15 monsters appeared next to him and—because he was almost injured by their sudden appearances—he had to use mana and skills in the process.

The monsters were dense and at some point he was left alone in the area, with everyone else either running away from the mob (though getting caught in the end) or running desperately towards the walls.

Going here, Temp did not expect to get into so much trouble! He was considered strong in Basset Town. This was a war between villages!

Alterra, according to their information, also had level 20s and 30s, but not that many nor would they be able to do as much. In the end, they outnumbered them a few to one.

What was this now?!

At most, he thought he’d be dealing with the sentries, which would have somewhat diminished effect on people his level. Even if they did, he could just grab a slave or a shield to protect himself from harm.

Even the Mercenaries hired here were aghast. About another dozen of the level 20s were from mercenary teams. They at least had some teamwork to speak of so no one had died yet despite being surrounded.

However, being mobbed like this was not part of the plan!

Their task was to make sure those within the level cap would be able to enter the territory and cause chaos inside. They thought that this was a great exchange considering the amount of money and products promised to them after this.

But, at this time, their spirits and mana were getting lower at a palpable rate, and all of them had an increasing number of injuries on their bodies.

It was getting genuinely dangerous for them. Another hour of this and they’d be seeing deaths.

So even if they ran away now, the oaths wouldn’t be broken.

It was just that—looking at the sea of monsters emerging from the forests group by group—they had a foreboding feeling:

There was no escaping this!!