After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Chaos in the Inner Walls (Part 1)
Anyway, chaos ensued with the battles of hundreds of people through the streets, with some already entering the buildings. The cowardly citizens screamed and hid, with the guards yelling at them to help out, though most didn’t dare after being easily knocked out by the enemy.

The Alterans really used the ‘terrain’ well, hiding behind sturdy system walls, hiding in houses, and making traps and ambushing them in alleys.

These alleys were often places a lot of the guards would drag women in to have ‘public’ fun—but now it would be the places of their deaths.

Elements and Class D weapons abounded. They had teamwork and also skills. Even if they were outnumbered, they’d definitely get out of it in one piece!

They also had good equipment that Fargo’s level E weapons and their Terran guns had minimal effect on the enemies!

The Fargo guards were all very depressed. Why were these people so strong?

What’s more, it wasn’t that the Alterans didn’t get injured. With the quantity differences, of course there were! There were plenty of cases where they’d land shots, or stabs, or both!

But… they seemed to have so many healing potions! And such good ones, too!

The Alterans wouldn’t abandon their teammates either. Those with gravely injured ones would disappear somewhere and they had a feeling they were getting treated!

More and more Alterans were entering and joining the ‘hunting’ while Fargo’s hundreds guards were slowly being chipped off, bit by bit, and it wouldn’t be long for them to overcome this place!

This chaos was what Sen, the leading man within the inner walls, ran into.

“How are they filing in so quickly?!” Sen asked, looking around with furrowed eyebrows.

It wasn’t easy to find their location with all the chaos. The enemies were filing in and there should be at least a hundred in their area now!

His eyes tried to find the pattern and pointed to an area. “Go check it out!”

“Yes, sir!”

And the rest of them tried to capture and kill whoever they could. However, they were always in teams. Even if they were outnumbered, they were tight and had each others’ backs. If someone was rendered disabled, the teammates would guard, fight, and move together until they found a good hiding spot.

The scouts returned with a bloodied head, apparently hit by a stray stone floating. “We found it sir!” he said, taking them through a couple of streets. There!”

Sen frowned and followed the location and his eyes widened at the sight.

“What!!”

There was an arch over the walls where there was no sentry.

Sen’s eyes sharpened. System Walls were unscalable, so these bastards decided to go over it?!

And it was like a bridge, allowing people to pile inside!

“Go! Send more guards to the other side, quickly! We can’t let anymore people enter!” He yelled, pulling out his weapon to try and demolish the damn thing. His men also tried doing the same, but how could the Alterans let them do so?

Those who were filing in immediately had their weapons out to defend the slide. Sen had no choice but to stop to defend themselves.

When he saw his team struggling with the barrage of attacks, also being taken down bit by bit, he cursed.

He yelled at the houses. “PEOPLE! GO ATTACK THE TRESSPASSERS! DO YOU WANT TO BE SLAVES?!”

“GET OUT RIGHT NOW OR THE LORD WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS—OOF!”

He got hit by a random stone on the face and he cursed, spitting out some blood from a displaced tooth. He gritted his teeth and waved his sword, hitting a few with each swing, but somehow they were still standing.

One group of citizens tried to get out with their weapons out, shakily trying to attack the nearby intruder, but an arrow from the enemy went past him, hitting a post right next to his head and they all went inside like cowards.

Sen saw this of course and his eyes twitched. “Damnit!”

“Cover me!” Sen yelled at his men who immediately surrounded him. He took out a gun—one of the last of this model remaining—and started pointing at people.

Bang! Bang!

He hit a few at good places, but sadly no headshots because a lot of them had helmets and armors on, and he cursed when they get blocked by shields.

After things going smoothly here for so long, he had forgotten their Terran guns had limited effect against things in this place.

However, Sen was a pretty good shot—he was part of a world-class terrorist group, after all. How many people had he assasinated during his 40 years of living?

So, after calming down, he settled, his sharp eyes aiming at the openings of the armors—for example, the eyes and the mouth. He smirked, confident, knowing he would get this shot.

Before he pressed the trigger, however, his instincts tinkled and he moved his head. He felt heat and realized a part of his head was singed.

He gasped when he realized he just as he barely missed a fireball.

Then more attacks flew in his direction, forcing him to use his gun as a shield.

Terran guns were weak against Aether attacks and it was half-melted after a couple of attacks.

He cursed and let go of the useless piece of metal, also throwing his own fireball in the direction. It was much smaller than the young lad as he had just awakened a day prior.

The enemy didn’t know nor care about this, he just looked at him smugly—and it annoyed Sen very much.

This lad was Jesse, one of Baron’s many surviving cousins.

He had this default smug face that had definitely earned him a lot of punches. Growing up, he had learned to make use of it and his mocking skills had reached a very good height.

“What a cute ember! I don’t have a cigar with me though, what a pity!” he said (tho he didn’t really smoke).

Sen’s eyes twitched and lunged with his sword instead, but he was immediately blocked by another sword—it was made of iron and looked to be a Class D weapon—

Now that he saw it, why did they have so many iron weapons?! Didn’t a Level 3 Weapon House require iron ores to work? Did they somehow have a mine near them?

This must be reported to the lord!

The thought was cut as he bent back by instinct as another fire ball barelled to him, and swiftly followed by a blade.

It was only due to his experienced that he had avoided such a fast sequence, though he barely avoided the sharp blade. He felt a slight sting on his face and realized that it nicked a part of his already-flat nose.

“Yo, don’t be distracted. It can cost you your head,” the swordsman said. It was Angelo, Jesse’s other cousin. “Ah, wait, you already lost your non-existent nose.”

Sen’s eyes twitched. These bastards!!