After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 512

Chapter 512: Kidnapping
The other teams had similar progress. Interestingly, each one had encountered a few members of the Rongo Mercenary team which made dealing with them a bit of a challenge.

Fortunately, the soldiers were strong, had elements, and they were blessed by a variety of weapons and defense equipment a village had no business of having so many of.

A few paralysis bombs had been used at this time. While a bit of a pity, at least none of them were seriously injured, very much ready for several more battles to come.

Rowan and Sammy dragged the unconscious men to a makeshift camp they made. They had sprayed the area with the beast-repelling potion—which wasn’t very expensive especially since the main ingredient almost had no value at all and they could take as they take out iron.

Their research center was really amazing, churning out these things one after another. It could be said that as soon as Ms. Althea got decent assistance, her productivity spiked at an unbelievable rate.

They couldn’t wait to see these things—as well as many others—being commercially available soon!

They patted their hands in satisfaction before kicking the damned men for good measure.

They were definitely out cold, not just physically but also due to the sleeping potion they put, set to last for a while. Of course, they also tied them up real good with special ropes made from fabric doused with resin (soon to be available at the Gaea Grocery Store) to keep them from escaping even with their improved physiques.

Anyway, the group went out again to hunt for new victims and got back about an hour later with five more men. They threw them down without care and kicked them again.

They were filled with smiles, quite liking capturing these evil men as if they were prey.

Like Mao, they also tortured them a lot beforehand. It was a pity the women they abused couldn’t do it them, but it was the price of strength, safety, and convenience. Maybe they’d get the Terran and weaker aborigine abusers to them to vent their anger after the war.

However, as they stared at the men, Sammy couldn’t help but mumble. “This practice is fun and all, but what if our people are targeted?”

Mao had sent an aether letter that they caught a group set to do just this. But what if Fargo sent more?

What about the next wars? Wouldn’t their next war likely be against aborigines? How worrying is that?

Rowan, who was standing beside him, paused. This was indeed a common practice during wars. Although most of the time, the ones hunted in the end were just normal civilians. This was because they were the ones often gathering for goods outside, while guards and lords’ cronies were safe within the walls.

However, he still knew that Altera wouldn’t like anyone dying uselessly under their watch.

“That is how this world is. We did what we could with the level requirements and the bombs.” This was already much, much more than what any other lord bothered to provide to their people.

Sammy sighed, but nodded in the end. “Now everyone just has to become stronger.”

…

Another ‘hunting team’ though, encountered quite a bit of conflict. They were not only twice the number in people as the others, but this one had an unexpected member.

“Gian!” Gill called, his sharp eyes looking at the man opposite to him while his other teammates dealt with the others.

Gian seemed distracted and pale and was about to help them out but Gill blocked his way with an earth wall.

They watched as Oslo threw large metallic spikes as big as an arm to Gian’s team, stabbing more than a few people. The rest of the Alterans lunged, taking advantage of the help.

As a team with a lot of level 15 and a few level 20 mercenaries, it naturally wasn’t an easy battle. However, with Oslo and the others there, the enemies were taken down, bloodied to pulp.

Gian paled. “Stop it! Don’t hurt them!” before lunging towards Gill. The man raised his fist, sending continuous attacks.

Gill avoided them all, but he was angry. He could attack him relentlessly but run to the rescue of those men?

Gill avoided his attacks and cursed a bit when a part of his long hair was singed by his fire. Gill immediately raised his fist, pebbles congregating and congealing around it. With a snap, it hit Gian directly at the face.

BANG!

Immediately, Gill lifted his feet to hit Gian’s stomach, sending him straight to the tree.

BANGG!

“Cough!”

Gian groaned, trying to stand up, but Gill arrived above him, kicking him back to the tree again, its leaves falling on them like slow dropping rain.

Gill stared down at the man who was shaking, glaring at him, and glaring at his team.

Gian’s level wasn’t much lower than his, and the reason he was in the special forces was because of his very high talent.

However, his major flaw had always been his impulsiveness. In this case, he was especially reckless to, what, save those terrorists?

“What the heck are you doing with those men, huh?” He asked. For shame. How could he ally himself with terrorists?!

Unexpectedly, Gian suddenly lifted himself up and swung his feet. He used his momentum to get back up, immediately lunging towards Gill. All his extremities were enflamed and he wasn’t even using his weapons anymore as he sent a barrage of attacks towards Gill.

“I’ve had enough of being weak!” He yelled back, “What is strength if we still have to bend?”

Gill looked at him strangely, avoiding his attacks, though with increasing challenge. “So you decide to join terrorists?” He narrowed his eyes, “That can’t be it…” he said, summoning a whip of fire that Gian relatively nullified.

“What will your sister say?”

This made Gian’s eyes redder and fire surrounded him as he lunged at his former teammate. “Don’t speak of my sister!”

Gill’s eyebrows rose a bit but he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

How dare this brat be angrier than he was! He was the one who betrayed them!

Gian’s enflamed hands shook as he sent hit after hit at Gill. He had been maintaining this state for a while, and judging by his sweating, it was taking a toll on him.

Gian’s jaw clenched and he kicked, his feet enflamed with hostile flame. He sent kick after kick, nullified to some degree by Gill’s stone element. Gill’s eyebrows saw him use the flame’s ignition to jump higher.

One of the special things about Elementalists was that their attacks would cause damage to monsters of all levels as long as they gain a certain strength and proficiency.

This was unlike weapons which had such obvious limitations—for example, level E weapons would be completely useless for level 10 monsters and above.

Elementalists could actually forgo weapons after a certain level. This was the case with their Captain, who barely used weapons now.

Most of them though, still needed the assistance of weapons to channel and control their aggressive powers, and this was a normal thing until level 30, or even 40.

Gian had obviously been training this aspect of his skills very thoroughly. Gill could imagine this guy training hard alone in order to deal with the conflicts that serving under Fargo inevitably brought. But…

Too bad he’s still an idiot.