After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 537

Chapter 537: Battle in the Inner Wall (Part 1)
Mauru had been in charge of keeping the battlement guards from attacking the Alterans entering through the bridge. However, Miss Althea realized they were needed more on ground level so they devised a way to lessen the labor requirement in the battlement.

What they did was to use the bodies of the guards taken down to block the way of the oncoming ones.

This way, they’d have to climb over half-dead or dead bodies to get to them, which was in no way easy. It was more likely they’d slip down.

Their walls were so thin that it wasn’t even difficult to do so. They simply had to lay them down in whatever way, arranging it in a way the short ‘wall’ wouldn’t roll in their direction instead.

There was also Miss Althea who assisted them. She would shoot people skillfully and let them fall right at the surface to cause an obstacle.

Back to the battle on the ground, Angelo sobbed a bit and willingly got dragged by a team to an alley to be treated as quickly as possible. Elementalist’s fire was special and would take a lot more to treat than conventional burn treatments, and he had to be handled as soon as possible

Sen grinned and skilfully waved his sword. It so happened that his mana was a bit consumed, so it was time to get back to sword fighting—one of his fortes—especially now that he got a nice new weapon.

He looked at them. Unlike the kid, these two definitely had killed a lot more and would also be more skilled with the weapon.

Maybe he could get more equipment from them.

He licked his lips, seriousness and bloodlust combining in his gaze.

“This’ll be fun.”

…

The two aborigines prepared to fight Sen, who they acknowledged was extremely skilled.

They had known these people had special techniques they were unaware of, but they had the advantage of being in wars here, and the Terran guards also taught them a lot of techniques during their stay.

This allowed for a massive growth in them. They had taken advantage of their foundation as frequent war soldiers, maximizing so they would learn as much as they could in a short amount of time.

It was amazing how much they were willing to teach for free and it was something that was beyond their imaginations before they encountered it themselves.

Other than these, every guard had very good equipment on them, definitely saving their lives many times.

When it was given to them the first time, how touched they were. They hadn’t heard of any other territory that would invest so much in their people’s safety. It was definitely a territory worth serving, and they wanted to contribute to its growth!

They would not allow enemies to threaten it!

Mauin and Meroun looked at each other and nodded. The latter heading to the fight next to them, while the former lunging towards Sen. The terrorist finally turned serious, raising his new weapon with sharp eyes.

BANG!

CLASH!

SLASH!

An impressive fight began then, and it was Sen versus Mauin, while the other supported the Alterans nearby, doing his best to minimize the injuries. He also kept near Mauin, ready to help when he can.

Sen was only level 10 and Mauin was level 13, but they were equally matched. Sen’s movements had become even faster and more fluid as he got used to the weapon. And, as time went on, even the aborigine 3 levels above him was pushed back.

It could be seen from this fight that Sen had indeed been ‘playing’ with Angelo before, much like how carnivores played with their food. To be fair, it was also to observe other elementalists more, and he couldn’t have killed Angelo faster by virtue of his equipment.

Now though, he had stolen Angelo’s Class D weapon and was thus much more lethal. Seeing the trouble, Meroun berserked a bit to reduce the enemies of the other Alterans before heading straight to help out with Sen.

They didn’t dare underestimate him. This was a man with a similar level of skills to their strong soldiers! If he was allowed to grow, how much more trouble could he get?

The fight turned the tides and the Alterans were relieved this enemy was being taken care of. With this change in momentum, the Alteran’s attacks intensified, and more and more Fargo guards fell down.

Soon, Angelo had rejoined the fight although from a relatively protected fight. He seemed shaky, but otherwise okay.

Jesse—who had been targeting people near where he was treated—heaved a sigh of relief, pointing his arrow elsewhere. He hit the enemy guards here and there, and helping out their team from above.

More and more guards arrived, and immediately saw how their side was being crushed. Those at the ground were definitely their people! The numbers were so different, how could it get so bad?

Due to their distance though, they came to realize there were a lot of archers shooting their people down!

“THERE! ARCHERS!” A man pointed, just in time to show how a pair of their own guards got showered by three different archers. They fell down, life and death unknown.

The newcomer’s feet halted, stopping a distance away, afraid to be targetted by the flying weapons.

“Where are ours?” The captain of this team asked, narrowing his eyes at the battlefield before him.

Last time he remembered, each team had a few archers!

Then a few more people fell and he glared at his own archers. “HEY! ARCHERS! KILL THEM!” he yelled, pointing at the windows with the said professionals.

The two archers shivered and walked forward, closer and closer so the archers were within range. They took advantage of the enemies’ apparent distractions as they targeted the others so they could make a good shot.

It was here that they realized that the archers were shooting very quickly. Too quickly.

Were they even using the same weapon?

But it wasn’t the time to wonder and they stabilized their hands, ready to take down the nearest archers. To be safe, they also waited until they took another shot so they wouldn’t be able to counteract with another one against them.

However, before they could even shoot—

Woosh!

Woosh!

The next thing the archers knew, they had arrows either on the neck or the chest or both—and they realized the same archers they were targeting contributed!

Why do they shoot so fast!?

Were those… freaking crossbows?!

Anyway, the teammates nearby paled when they saw their archers fall down, bleeding to death.

So this was why all the archers seemed MIA!