After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 525

Chapter 525: A Little Chaos (Part 1)
At this time, every guard in the interior walls was mobilized to guard the wall and the gates, which were now being mobbed by monsters. The monsters congregated in the area even when they had to step over each other.

It was a scary sight, and everyone tried to stab them down, afraid they’d go over the gates on top of trying to destroy it.

The wall was 3 meters high and most of the monsters were about a meter smaller on all fours, and some could reach up when they were on twos.If a monster got killed by one of the two sentries that could reach them, then the other monsters would just step over its corpse until it stacked.

The sentries worked nonstop, and so did the guards, but there were a lot of monsters, and the walls just received more and more damage.

The aborigines would also stab the monsters down along with the guards, but no one would go down the walls to kill them more efficiently.

Don’t look at some of them a few levels higher than the monsters, but they could only one-shot monsters after using skills. Who had that mana? Who could use those skills fast enough before a monster could take them?

As for Belize—the only one over level 20 in the group—he could indeed handle most of them, but he told the lord he’d need to reserve his strength.

Fargo looked at him then, but didn’t question too much. He just noted to figure it out later when the trouble had been handled.

In any case, the guards would stab the monsters down, but they would also lose some health every couple of shots due to the density of the monsters. They also had archers, but how many weaknesses could they hit with the monsters clumped so closely together?

However, just stabbing the monsters down was a defensive move—they couldn’t damage the monsters too much like this.

To do this, they had to handle the hundreds of monsters directly on ground level.

Normally, Fargo and his cronies would push people into the mob, and they would be forced to handle it from there. However, with the upcoming war and Victor’s absence to deal with the mob, they could use all the forces they could get.

The more time passed, the more the gates were damaged. While Fargo could rebuild outside of wartime, the original gate had to be destroyed first, and that meant a few monsters would be able to get in.

To be honest, the number of monsters wasn’t even that much, considering their levels, the sentries, and the relatively small area that it protected.

However, it so happened the monsters were focused on specific places, which were accessible only to one or two sentries. The guards were also squeezed in, reducing their effective areas.

“Why are they so focused on the gates?” Fargo asked with narrowed eyes.

The monsters, while they would indeed focus on the weakest spots—i.e. the gates—they would normally still attack other parts as well. Now, for some reason, they were completely focused on it.

“We’ll figure it out, milord,” Sen said, narrowing his eyes at the monsters, and trying to determine the pattern. Before, they could think more though, some screeching screams finally took their attention.

It was a few men who they noticed had been running around the territory with monsters in tow. It wasn’t that they weren’t aware of them, but the people in the interior wall just didn’t care enough.

That was until the runners had gone close enough for them to see.

“HELPPP! AHHHH!”

“PLEASE LET US IN!! HELP US! PLEASE HURRY!” They yelled, screaming to the top of their lungs, which to be honest felt like it was coming out of their mouths after all the running.

They couldn’t approach the gates seeing the mob there and they could only continue running around the walls while waiting for rescue.

It was horrible and they were tired and in pain, but they knew stopping would cause their deaths—as it did dozens of others.

“Is that them?” Uzon asked, narrowing his eyes. It was dark so they didn’t see too clearly before. They thought they were just random citizens that the monsters found attractive. As soon as they got closer, Uzon and the others realized that these were some of their missing members.

There were only a few of them now, and these three had survived so long by going around the territory, hoping the dense houses would provide obstacles for the monsters—which it did, to some degree—trying to make the monsters shift to another target.

“GAHHHH! PLE—GYAHHHH!”

They frowned when another one was eaten, reducing the survivors to two.

It took Fargo one look to have an idea of what was going on. “All of them were followed by the monsters here?”

“It seems so, milord.”

Fargo looked at Belize, who nodded, jumping down to rescue the remaining men, using a bit of mana to quickly kill a couple of monsters in the way with his sword.

A few were also asked to assist the other guards to help out, but they didn’t jump down, only attacking from a safe distance like everyone else.

Meanwhile, the two of the 30 or so men released by the Alterans were currently at the last straws of their strengths.

The terror they went through after escaping those psychos, only to find out they would be mobbed and killed one by one was horrendous. When they entered the territory and they still died, they felt their last bit of hope was eaten up as well.

They felt their hearts about to jump out of their chests, and they could only push their bodies beyond the limit, trying to last until rescue finally came.

But no matter how many houses they passed though, the monsters were still after them.

WHY?!

“WHY?!” A man yelled as he just passed a shanty area the monster destroyed. He saw some people running around, and yet the monster still chose to target him.

He didn’t have time to question his life anymore, however, because the next thing he saw was a monsters’ mouth.

“AHHHH!”

Another one died, leaving only one. The remaining survivor—a man with only an arm left—saw his remaining teammate perishing inside the mouth of monsters.

He watched as he was shared by two monsters, eaten as if he was delicacy.

The man pissed on his pants as he continued to run, going through alleyways to lose the damned thing, only to be found again a couple of seconds later.

His body was numb with pain and he was pale, knowing he was already losing too much blood. He gasped, hiding, running, over and over.

But he fell down, his knees finally buckling from weakness.

He yelled, cursing. Why didn’t the monsters choose these trashes instead!?

While having these dark thoughts, he had the audacity to yell for help. “SOMEONEEEE!!! HELP MEEEE!!”

ROARR!!

He could only stare as the monster approached him, and the image of him being shared among monsters made him shit in his pants.

Before it could approach closely though, he felt a sharp force pass by, making a line that divided the monster.

SLASH!

“Master Belize!” He yelled as he saw the thin man appear, dividing the monster by half with a sword. He seemed pale though, but the man just thought Belize must’ve rushed to rescue him.

Sadly, his vision turned dark immediately after that from the loss of blood.

And he never woke up again.