After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Battles in the Inner Wall (Part 4)
As if communicating, the two girls nodded. The next moment Cassie braved through the aborigine’s relentless attacks, summoning a strong wind with most of her remaining mana.

With this wind was sand collected from the ground that landed smack on his face. “TSK!” he cursed, though he didn’t lose his cool despite partially losing vision.

People his level had slightly higher senses, and this little thing wouldn’t blind him.

However, contrary to what he thought, Cassie smiled. “It’s a new poison we developed,” she said, barely avoiding a stab. “It’s used to destroy… faces!”

“AH!” The man yelled and he immediately rubbed his face with his free hand. He didn’t let go of his sword of course, but his movements allowed for a blind spot Jona took advantage off.

She arrived right behind him and poured him some oil—oil that was supposed to be used to burn for another house—lighting it up with her own flames.

“GAHHH!” He yelled and he swung his sword blindly in front as his face burned. Elementalist fire had a much deeper effect than normal fire, and it also spread much quicker.

Cassie maneuvered so she stood behind him, stabbing his joints and his spinal chords, making his body buckle towards Jona’s direction.

“AHHH!”

“Go, Jona!” Cassie yelled, kicking the man to her with her remaining strength.

The redhead lifted her arm and the sword abruptly dropped down, stabbing his neck, and finally killing him off.

As the man flopped down, the two women looked at each other with wide smiles, giving each other high-fives.

The bastard finally died!

They really won!

…

The Alterans cheered and hugged each other, and Cassie’s Teammates—who at some point could stand up again—immediately went to assist them and their recovery.

Surprisingly, they also heard a few claps above their line of sight.

They looked at some of the windows. Their archers didn’t occupy every house and it seemed that, at some point, the residents who had been hiding had started to watch the fight.

They saw many women clapping, some sobbing, and they felt proud.

One of these women was a 21-year-old blonde named Shannon. She was a forced woman of the very aborigine that had just been killed. One of the houses that got burned was his, and she kept quiet when Victor and the others burned it down.

They couldn’t take her with them, but they asked her to hide out until the war was over, and that was what she did.

She was also one of the people who had been scared to death when the enemies entered the walls. She refused to look out the fight, shivering at the thought of the violence happening there.

But the aborigine kept yelling profanities associated with women and she couldn’t help but look out.

She gasped when she saw who they were fighting and sobbed when she watched them win.

“Amazing!” She clapped, looking at the corpse of the man who had been torturing her for so long. “Thank you! You are so amazing!” She said, tears incessantly flowing down her eyes.

She had never been so relieved in her life.

…

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

On another area above the eye level, a certain hidden lord was shooting guard after guard in the battlement, protecting those who were jumping inside.

Because the level 3 wall only had a narrow battlement that only fit one person at a time, it also made things easier for her to protect those filing in. Every arrow meant a guard would fall down from the battlement. If they were especially low in level, it also meant they dropped as corpses.

She had also built another wall made of bodies on the battlement, and she watched as enemy guards tried to climb over the mountain of half-dead people and corpses, only to fall down without her wasting mana.

However, at some point, the people filing in finally stopped. Even the guards in the battlement stopped coming.

This was followed by some scuffles from behind the walls with the people going to various directions.

From this, she had an inkling that the Fargo guards had arrived to their entry area as well. Luis, Reno, and a lot more others were there, and she hoped everything would be okay.

She jumped from roof to roof, jumping over straight to the battlement. Not everything was visible due to the denseness of the buildings, but she could see the hundreds of guards and slaves had started blocking the Alteran’s ways.

Fortunately, they had planned for this and there were still many leaders outside—whether it was Luis, Reno, or others—who would take lead. Victor and the others would also be helping out, so she believed they’d be alright.

Of course, she still lifted her arrow to hit the particularly strong guards that she had clear sights on, hopefully saving a few lives.

There was even an aborigine there and they looked for her—the archer shooting down their top players—but they were immediately distracted by the teams of Alterans coursing through the alleys, taking them down one by one like guerillas.

She pondered whether to get out and assist, when her peripheral vision saw a group of people she had been waiting for.

It was a small group of powerful men, and in front of them was a tall middle-aged man with a dark atmosphere about him.

Her green eyes widened, before morphing into a dark expression.

She watched as each of the men within the level limit attacked one of her people each time. Fargo and his men weren’t weak, and they pretty much kicked or punched the nearby Alterans to the walls, making them cough blood.

Fortunately, their equipment were good and they could still stand up.

When they saw the victims were still alright, several of Fargo’s men immediately lunged at them, annoyed, trying to finally end their ‘cockroach’ lives!

Althea immediately turned, raising her magical pair of bow and arrow.

Fargo! You’re finally here!

I won’t let you touch another one of my people!