After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Impending Attacks (Part 1)
Another chapter dedicated to Lin-chan! Thank you LotusLin for the castle! *HUG*

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Fargo.

The meeting adjourned with the battle plan and Amon sent people to Bright ahead of time.

Aborigines would come in different groups from Terrans and they would pretend not to know each other.

While technically aborigines beyond the level cap couldn’t directly participate in wars, Amon could think of at least a dozen ways for them to cause damage despite this limit.

The next few days would be very busy, and Belize watched as they strategized, and determined the best part of action for occupation.

The aborigine couldn’t help but look at this Lord in admiration, then his eyes sharpened.

He could already see the territory in their hands.

Although it was just a village, he had tasted the products the spies brought back. They were very special. As someone who came from the city, he knew how much money those people were willing to spend for some enjoyment.

If they obtained the production method, they would really be able to rake in money.

With that, upgrading to Town in less than a few years was really no dream. It was amazing. He had never heard of a territory upgrade so quickly.

“You like what you’re seeing,” Amon uttered as he stared at Belize, who flinched a bit as he nodded humbly.

“I admire the potential of your land, milord. It is unprecedented.”

Amon obviously liked what he said, as his body language lounged and he nodded at him in approval.

“Well, would you like to personally oversee how we’d take over that territory?”

Although his level would prohibit him from attacking, he could still be plenty of help. Amon also wanted to show how Terrans, despite their current low levels, were not as weak as they seemed.

Belize’s eyes brightened, unaware of his thought process. “Yes, milord.”

He was looking forward to this trip to Bright Village, curious, feeling that he’d learn something from a war between villages.

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Amon, now alone, looked out the window and saw his citizens acting like decent pieces of his machine.

Bright would be his, he was certain. However….

His sharp eyes couldn’t help but stay on the name Altera, with information cut before he could see what he could. Judging by how the data was already in his panel, it meant that there was already his person there, but that person died too quickly.

The current information told him that his person died within the territory walls of Altera, otherwise no information would be sent to his panel. So he was either found out—which was already worrisome as this was one of his best scouts—or something triggered the suicide mechanism in him.

Either way, it put Altera on his list of territories to watch.

After Bright, he mused, you are next.

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Altera, a few hours prior.

It was a standard day for Alteran guards, with everyone doing their jobs in different parts of the territory. It so happened that today, Plaridel was assigned to the group making rounds.

The soldiers were rarely assigned to the territory as they were far more useful outside, but in rare cases they were assigned to the group making rounds.

This would become increasingly more often as they start to receive stronger guests. Although no new aborigines had found their way to Altera yet, it was estimated that Team B would have some tagging along.

Garan decided to start assigning at least one soldier to this team. Anyway, the guards had been trained properly and could start handling themselves better outside.

The ones in charge of internal peace would also be assigned to the Guard Station, in contrast to the Barracks. While a lot of guards from the barracks would have their rounds here, there would be fixed employees in the Guard Station. They would also closely cooperate with Mathilda’s Team.

Those making rounds were further divided into pairs. They went around different streets in the territory, keeping an eye out for any disturbances that were troublesome enough but not big enough to trigger regulations.

Today, Plaridel was partnered with the territory mascot, Fufi. As always, he greeted a couple of guys and (mostly blushing) girls who greeted him along the way.

Fufi was strutting right next to him. He had been endlessly training outside the past weeks, and they thought it was time for him to get a little break. He was now at the start of level 9, and the experience requirement was much higher than before.

They were very much looking forward to what he’d be like when he finally upgraded.

Anyway, Fufi was basically Altera’s mascot next to the Captain’s twins and his (huge) presence naturally increased happiness in the territory.

“Fufi! You’re so cute!”

“Kyaaa~ Fufiii~ Catch!”

“Woof!” he barked, catching the piece of cooked meat slab thrown at him.

Nomnomnomnom

“Fufi, catch!”

The dog jumped up to catch another piece of meat slab, eating it within a couple of bites. He drooled a lot as he ate, and he ate it deliciously.

When it was over, his tail was wagging very wildly as he wore that smiley face of his.

Fufi was now bigger than a Terran Lion, but a dog would always be a dog.

The passerbys couldn’t help but pet him, some booping him on the nose (i.e. whole palm on his wet nose), while some outright hugged him..

The atmosphere was soft and fluffy for a while. The dog definitely enjoyed being drowned in attention and his tail was wagging strong enough that someone was using it as a fan.

To everyone’s surprise though, Fufi’s expression abruptly turned from smiley to dire, and he started growling lowly in a direction. Before they could absorb the change, he suddenly bolted in a direction.

It happened so quickly. He basically disappeared in front of their eyes.

The next thing they knew, screams abounded where he went. Plaridel rushed in the direction. He didn’t catch up to them immediately, but he did see Fufi running after a person.

“WOOF! WOOF!”

“Oi, Fufi!” The tanned man yelled, running after the massive dog. It was fine when they were going through wide avenues, but they soon reached the denser pedestrian street and then all the way to the marketplace.

They were very fast and Plaridel was only able to catch their tracks because of the chaos they made. He frowned when he realized the person Fufi was chasing used Sprint.

Although Sprint was a skill that theoretically any level 10 or above could use, it still required some talent.

Who was this person?

That person… was definitely suspicious!

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However, Plaridel thought with some amusement, the suspicious person may have been able to escape if it was a human chasing after him, but…

He was unlucky he got chased by their monster dog instead!