After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1104

The Mauin Villagers watched on as the man responsible for the fall of their old home was ripped apart by monsters.

They cheered, and some even cried.

They were not sadists, but seeing this felt like another piece of the world was put in the right place.

The others in the battlement were curious about what they were cheering about, though they didn’t move from their positions. Regardless of what was happening, they were still in a war.

What if, in their distraction, an enemy archer somehow managed to target them? Worse, what if a high-jumping monster suddenly appeared and bit off their heads.

Cringe.

That was very unlikely, of course, since unlike other villages their walls were above a five-meter tall wall. Still, who’d want to die in some ‘freak accident’?

Anyway, while all this was ongoing, some sharper aborigines were quiet. They just stared in the direction where Hemeppo died.

Mauru narrowed his eyes. “If he’s part of the alliance, then he’d have sent forces. Slaves, at least….”

This made everyone near him pause and look at him. Essan shook. “If some of our former fellowmen are still alive and are slaves…”

Mauru nodded. “…they could be here.”

The former Mauin citizens flinched at this, and they immediately turned in the direction of the avenues.

It had been so long and they didn’t want to get their hopes up.

But… what if?

…

Like the Mauins, there were also a lot of Aborigine teams that had formed through the months. One was Shinho’s team, who were among the refugees during the Heat Wave.

He was allowed to form his own team from the mixed-origin refugee group he made back then. Like the Mauin, they had also strived hard to get contribution points and they had been living very well.

They watched with apt attention as many of the enemies fought with monsters, at the same time they also saw a lot running towards the walls. No doubt, they were planning on pushing their luck to get in the territory rather than get mauled by monsters.

Several formations were broken and the enemy side was in an embarrassingly chaotic state. Instead of helping each other they either left the others or literally pushed them to monsters’ mouths.

The guards looked at the thousands of people running towards the walls.

Before, they were attacking out of greed. If they had a way out of this, they would’ve just run away. However, they had no place else to go but the wall.

Now, instead of their own hubris, the enemies were now running towards them out of desperation.

And desperate people would definitely have bursts of power.

Well—whatever happened—they’ll be ready!

…

The enemies had indeed become desperate.

Instead of fighting the mob, it was better to go inside and be protected by the walls!

Anyway, those damned bastards steal the last kill anyway!!

The number of times they struggled to kill a monster—maybe even losing a limb or an ally in the process—only for a random arrow to take its life when the monster was already half-dead was innumerable!

They’d rather deal with Alterrans than the monsters! Most of them couldn’t do so before because they were trapped within the large mobs, but some had managed to escape and desperately run for it.

However, Alterrans knew this, so how could they do nothing?

By the time the enemies had reached the walls, they realized that all of their access had been taken down while they were busy with the monsters!

Some just needed to be propped up, while some were outright destroyed during the chaos.

“DAMNIT!”

“DAMN YOU ALTERRANS!!”

Worse… sometimes, smoke bombs would be thrown in some sections of the Resso crowd. They specifically targeted the areas with stronger citizens. For instance, the area where Temp was.

What did they spray?

Beast Attracting Potions!!

ROAAARR!!

“AHHH!”

These people had no choice but to handle the monsters it attracted. Perhaps only Temp didn’t have any major injuries at this time.

Most of the Level 20s were also showing signs of exhaustion by now. But what could they do? Those damned beasts were running after them, and they had no choice but to do their best in handling them!!

What made it even worse was that they could hear some cheering from the walls.

“Go guys! Kill those monsters!”

“Thank you!!”

“Your sacrifice is not in vain!”

DAMN ITT!!!

…

In all parts of the battlement, there was someone guarding, making sure that the enemies were not able to enter at all.

Those monsters were scary! In terms of average levels, Alterrans were technically not superior to their enemies. In terms of numbers, they were even less!

If they had to handle this mob on their own, there would definitely be deaths! Better the enemies than them!

Near the Eastern gate, Mao and the others were watching another good portion of the enemy fighting against the monsters. Many of the level 20s were in this area, so they were putting up a good fight, taking down a monster or two every couple of moments.

This side had flatter Terran so they had better views. Although they were ready to fight at a moment’s notice, someone couldn’t help but take out the bucket of popcorn he stored in space. It was placed as a hat on his head, so his hands were free to hold weapons while popcorn was being fed to him.

This was none other than Mao, because of course it is.

“I wonder who we’d end up battling? The humans or the monsters?” He asked, his body was ready to move at any time, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Luis lifted his arms and took a handful of popcorn in his free hand.

It was cheese flavor, his favorite. “Well, which one would you prefer?”

“I’d like the humans to win,” Luis said. “At least we can use the survivors as prisoners of war.”

Strong prisoners of wars—as long as they became system slaves—were really useful. There was a lot less guilt involved, and even less ‘maintenance’ because they require a lot less rest, food, and time to recover from fatigue.

“I agree,” Mao said, though looking at the strong monsters. They’re fewer in number than the humans, but everyone knew the discrepancy in overall strength was big.

As he chewed on his snack, an idea came to mind. Mao turned to Luis. “Wanna bet?”

Luis blinked before nodding. “Sure.”

“Okay, I bet the monsters,” Mao said. “I bet 10 gold.”

Luis thought for a while. “Then I’d go with humans.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

And they shook their cheese-filled hands.

If the enemies knew this kind of bet was going around, they’d definitely go insane in anger!