After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 413

Chapter 413: A Little Skirmish
He immediately threw the pitiful gouji berries he had in his hands to the people below.

“What!”

He jumped down as the birds dived onto the men, they were fast and when they dived in, it caught every one by surprise.

“WHAT!” they yelled, surprised by the red bits on them. But then they felt strong pecks they couldn’t see and they couldn’t help but curse and yell.

Immediately they waved around their weapons, not even touching a single avian. Even the level 12 aborigine didn’t hit one.

Ansel took advantage of this chaos to go behind the trees and meet up with Tom and the others. He found them when Tom loud-whispered in his direction, otherwise he’d have gone elsewhere.

They were apparently behind a rock, barely breathing. It was arguably a better hiding place, but who told him to always take the wrong direction?

As for Fufi, he wasn’t there. The dog was very fast, he definitely had gone much farther than they did during this time. Ansel wasn’t worried about him at all, and just looked at the three men who were waiting for instructions.

“Let’s go!” he yelled, and he led the group in a direction—

Which happened to be nearer the Fargo group of men.

“There!”

“Shit!” Ansel yelled while the others cursed at their own stupidity. They should’ve known better than to let Ansel take the lead!

Immediately, they ran back. To their surprise though—

BANG!

Tom squeaked when he saw a familiar tiny mark smoking on a tree near him. The others saw it too and cursed.

“Fuck! They still have guns!”

“Damn!”

Although Xeno weapons technically dealt more damage to indigenous species, especially monsters, guns were still better for most Terrans because it was much easier to handle. Humans—even a high-leveled one—didn’t have the armor-like skins of most monsters here.

Guns… still had a lot of damage against humans after a while.

The jerks here were the Fargo men for sure, keeping such weapons that would’ve been almost useless to the current level of monsters. Obviously, the weapons were kept specifically for dealing with humans!

Scum! They were definitely up to no good!

They should die already—it would save a lot of people the pain of having to deal with them!

They wanted to do it themselves, but…!

BANG!

BANG!

But how could the four of them go against a dozen men—with guns no less? Although most of these men were not above them in level, they had an Aborigine with them! A level 12 one!

“Damnit!”

“We can’t handle them—let’s go to Bright for help,” Ansel said, panting. The others agreed, gesturing to escape with their lives.

But how could these men—a lot of whom were bleeding, someone even had his eye bleeding after being pecked by a bird—let them go unscathed!?

They all raised their guns, intent on just shooting regardless of wasted bullets! These intruders had to pay!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

However, a large figure suddenly appeared in front of them, barely bothered by their guns.

Without warning, the creature lunged towards the nearest man, eating his head with a snap of his mouth.

CRUCH!

The people paled as they watched the headless body fall down, and the head getting chewed then… dropped.

It was like it was the most disgusting thing.

Then the beige critter attacked another one, but with its paws, and threw him straight to the tree without his consciousness. With the angle of his fall, probably without his life either.

“WAIT, WHAT IS THAT!?”

“A monster!?”

“Ah!!”

Immediately, they showered the creature with bullets, while the aborigine took out his Level D weapon.

However, the creature was fast and avoided his hits. He ignored the others and focused on him. While he did get a bit injured, no bullet went through all the way. He squeaked a bit though, and he was already bleeding a little from the barrage of bullets.

It was around this time that another figure—a silvery one—arrived, taking down several men who were barraging Fufi with bullets.

“A wolf?”

The commotion naturally reached Ansel and the other’s ears, and just when they were about out of earshot, they heard someone yell “That looks like a giant dog! And a wolf! AHHH!”

They paused.

Dog?

This made Ansel and the others pause and turn around, knowing it was Fufi. Fufi was strong, but he wasn’t invincible! They immediately went to help him out, their weapons raised.

It was just that when they arrived, Fufi already had the aborigine below him bleeding profusely.

When the Aborigines said they needed to be 5 levels higher than a monster to fight them one-on-one, they really weren’t kidding.

They then saw the few other Terran there still shooting in panic, though most of them had no bullets anymore. There were also two men using Xeno weapons to deal with the mystery wolf.

It was a beautiful wolf but it was only a little bigger than they knew from Terran. It was obviously not that high-level yet, and it was being damaged a lot by the two Fargo men.

They also saw how bloody Fufi was and Ansel and the others cursed, immediately running towards the other Terrans to kill them.

Because they were distracted, they were beheaded with ease, not even knowing they were dead until they realized their head was detached from their necks.

Then they looked at Fufi who was still fighting with the heavily injured aborigine and watched as he opened his mouth to bite the man’s head off.

CRUNCH!

In classic Fufi fashion, he then dropped it off his mouth and turned it into a ball again, making it roll down Tom’s feet.

Tom gagged and ran to a random shrub. The big man then vomited the contents of his stomach, making Ansel roll his eyes.

Two months in this place and this dude was still a softie!

However, no one had the mind to tease him, because their attention immediately went to the two bleeding animals.

Artie almost cried. What brave cute doggos!