After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1207

Chapter 1207: Gurnam’s Surrender
Some were hit in the back and taken down while someone managed to get to him.

It was a guard from Voumi. He was someone who beat him up a lot back in Voumi. Since his level was low for a Town level, but a powerhouse to the Terrans, he abused a lot of them.

He was a weakling to the aborigine locals, but he got his ego-boost from them, and he definitely maximized that.

Ironically, when they awakened and nearly caught up with his strength-level, the bullying got even worse. As slaves, they could only lay down and get beat up while he enjoyed feeling power over elementalists.

He was also among those who laughed at his face as he told him about how he’d be massacring brethren soon.

“Sheild me! Shield me!” he yelled, pointing at the civilians a few meters away from them, sending a barrage of attacks. “EVERYONE! SHIELD MEE!”

As the most powerful Voumi resident left, all the slaves followed his orders, creating a wall around them. Earth elementalists used their remaining mana to create earth shields above, so there were no archers who could assassinate him either.

Gurnam looked at the slave driver with sharp eyes.

“Escape! Help me escape!” he yelled, pointing at them while trying to hide behind Gurnam.

They could see the Limestone residents take down the rest of them—who were all cursing at the selfish bastard who took away all their shields—while their group slowly moved to the wall, protecting just this one person.

The locals cursed and tried to find an opening to him, but it wasn’t easy. The scores of Terran slaves completely focused on defense mode—making it difficult to breach.

And, considering there were still enemies they still had to clean up at this point, it gave the Voumi guard time to actually reach the wall.

Unexpectedly, just before someone could create an earth stair, Gurnam suddenly turned around and raised his sword. The man only realized what was going to happen when he saw the darkness in Gurnam’s eyes.

“Wha—”

The blade quickly stabbed down in his direction. He avoided it by instinct, but it was too late—the blade was still buried on the junction between his neck and his shoulder.

“!!!”

Before he could yell out an order, Gurnam’s hand found his face, and—boom—fire exploded smack on his face. It didn’t kill him but it certainly stopped him from speaking.

All this happened in less than a second and, the next moment, Gurnam pulled out his sword again, but this time hacked at the right place.

The Voumi man’s head dropped to the ground a second later, and the slaves completely stopped moving.

Everyone: “…”

…

There was a stagnant pause on the vicinity, and Gurnam looked around him. The Terran slaves were unaware of what happened—they were simply carrying out the last order to them—not knowing that the person behind them had already died.

Those outside the circle were also not entirely clear of what had happened. While many were cleaning up the rest of the enemies, there were also plenty of people trying to get to the last Voumi man.

They just knew something must’ve happened for a noisy bastard to go quiet.

Gurnam heaved a deep breath, heart turbulent. They were still slaves, but for now… they were free.

“The last Voumi Residents are gone! Until one appears again, your will is your own again!” he yelled. “Do whatever you want!”

The Voumi Elementalists’ eyes widened, realizing that they could move against the order. They turned to see the corpse of the man, and they immediately turned face.

There were still a few Inko citizens alive and they immediately went to attack them! The locals blinked and stepped back, as if watching the show, though in reality, they were still absorbing what was happening.

“WHAT!”

“AHHHH!”

“DIEEE!”

“YOU BASTARDS! DIE!”

The slaves yelled. Although not every one of them was sold through Inko, they hated these aborigines who targeted Terran territories all the same.

They had been wrung for so long, they also needed to vent!

Victor watched what was happening with complicated eyes. His sights then shifted to look at Gurnam, who was standing still over the Voumi man’s corpse.

He then looked at the rest of the ‘slaves’, feeling both relieved and heavy in his heart.

Now that they weren’t attacking them, he had the chance to appreciate these people’s strengths. Not only was their average level higher than theirs, but their fighting style betrayed a lot of… desperation.

Since they were from a Town, it meant they went against pretty strong monsters too.

How much loss and suffering did they have to endure in the past year? Even those who had been injured by these people couldn’t help but feel sad for them, too.

Of course, they didn’t put down their guards at all. What if a Voumi Resident appeared and ordered them to attack again? If they were defenseless, it’d have been a lethal mistake.

They watched as the remaining enemies were taken down by them, and then it got even more awkward as the two sides stared at each other.

Victor walked forward. “Please go to the battlement and help take down those who are still trying to climb up. We will talk about what to do after this.”

This made the slaves hopeful and they immediately went to the battlements to help out.

The earth users created stairs for them and soon they got scores of new elementalists keeping the enemies down.

Some of the guards walked next to Victor, looking worried. “Is… this alright?” they asked. It felt… complicated and a bit uncomfortable to be fighting with people who had just been trying to kill them.

Victor nodded.

“This will keep their remaining mana in check,” Victor explained. “This way, if they do decide to turn their backs on us again, they’d be easier to handle.”

The guards and the nearby citizens nodded in enlightenment, though their eyes never left their new reluctant ‘allies’.

There was another reason that Victor told the slaves to fight for them.

Exposing them like this would help determine if there was still a Voumi Resident around. This was because they’d be able to see the elementalists above the wall and could therefore be ordered again.

Gurnam heaved a deep breath and went to Victor. Some of the people around Victor immediately raised their weapons—understandably so—while Victor seemed quite calm in comparison to them.

“He’s not a slave,” Victor said, making everyone gape at him.

“What?”

Gurnam nodded, confirming. “I was only pretending to be a slave.”

“I can tell you everything I know,” he said, turning to look at his companions passionately fighting against their former captors. “But please let every one of us stay here.”