After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 542

Chapter 542: Fargo Arrives (Part 2)
Fargo looked at the massacre and felt veins popping—it wasn’t even just anger. He felt the annoying headache attack his head and his eyes turned red in annoyance.

While he had always had a slight headache back in Terran, it disappeared when they migrated here. Now that it was recurring, he couldn’t help but curse a bit.

In any case, the sight of the fight still ongoing and seeing that the corpses were all his men was exacerbating it a bit.

He swore that Altera would be in his hand and all its citizens would suffer under his rule for causing him this trouble.

As they arrived, the group also saw what the now-dead guards were reporting to him.

To be honest, they thought they were exaggerating, but they soon realized that they weren’t.

Everyone truly had Class D weapons. They also had weapons unavailable to them like crossbows and certain types of armor and shields.

And, of course, the Elementalists.

There was a Terran who breathed fire, made stronger by the oil-filled torch he had in his hand. He created a small area of effect damage that created openings for his team.

Then there was an earth elementalist who made holes that imbalanced his men, and then they’d be stabbed by Class D weapons everyone seemed to have.

This was Altera? So powerful?

Did he miss something?

It had been less than an hour since the war started, and this was not the image he was expecting. He knew there was chaos, but he didn’t imagine it to be an outright massacre—not when he knew Garan and the others couldn’t have entered here.

After all, according to the rules, those beyond the level cap entering enemy territory during wars would equal punishments usually not worth the effort and the reward.

In the same vein, he had wanted to force the stronger aborigines beside him to move and massacre the bastards but he knew they wouldn’t risk it for him.

In any case, their own guards were no longer that much of a threat that the Alterans’ attention could easily be taken by their arrival.

Someone nearby exclaimed. “Is that Fargo?”

“Yes, I saw his drawn image!” another said, “I think there are several copies posted on various bulletin boards. There’s one outside our dorm.”

Fargo and the others frowned. This again.

It might sound simple but even the simplest of art was indicative of many things to Fargo. One, things were good enough in Altera that the literary professions like artists could thrive there. Second, they seemed to have enough paper and drawing materials to make a copy of his portrait.

And, finally, it told him that their ruling party knew him enough to assign a bounty on his head.

They didn’t think so much because they were immediately showered by fast arrows from all directions. His guards frowned, and the shieldsmen activated their shields and abilities, while the others took cover.

“They’re using crossbows!” Uzon said, gritting his teeth as he hid from the rain of weapons.

“Someone’s shooting fire arrows, too!” A shieldsman yelled as he looked at the dip in the durability of his Class E Sheild. He had barely managed to cover himself from that attack!

“Darn, I missed!” the archer yelled. Someone below him shook his bandaged head. “It’s okay, Jessie! Just keep em coming!”

And that was what the archers did.

Fargo and the others didn’t waste equipment though. They immediately went to get cover using the buildings, with the strongest shieldsman—the level 17 Froi—traversing to grab a random person though not before kicking another one or two people nearby.

Even if the enemy had good coordination, the sudden arrival of such brute force was bound to imbalance them.

As the aborigine held onto the bandaged man’s neck, the rain of arrows immediately stopped.

“ANGELO!!”

“DUDE!”

“Why are you so unlucky?!”

Angelo was indeed unlucky. Now he was taken to the enemy’s side and other than the scuffles around, everyone else stopped. No one dared get close to Fargo, lest they put the poor bandaged newly-burned Angelo in danger.

“Heh, idiots,” Uzon said as he looked at the man dragged here by the mercenary. One of the things they found out through observing the previous attackers was that they refused to leave someone behind. This weak mentality meant they could take hostages!

Of course, it wasn’t that these idiots completely gave up on attacking. There was another one of those paralysis bombs that were thrown at them, supposedly using these as distractions while a few people appeared behind them to rescue the lad.

However, they were ready this time.

Uzon jumped and waved his sword, batting it away like playing baseball. He tried to throw it to the Alteran crowd, but someone used his damned wind ability to blow it upwards.

Bang!

It exploded above their heads, soon to be blown away by the wind.

“Che. Pity.”

As for the men who tried to rescue, they immediately entered a fight with Fargo’s guards. Even if the bomb’s distraction wasn’t there, they didn’t backtrack anymore.

This attack was also a signal to the other Alterans who weren’t dealing with their own enemies to join in. All of a sudden, Fargo’s newly arrived party of over a dozen were surrounded by Alterans.

Obviously, they noticed the level differences, and some were genuinely afraid, but they pushed through to fight against them anyway.

Many of them were already injured but apparently, as long as their team was working, they had little to fear.

“Naive!”

Froi, although he was beyond the level cap, could still shield and redirect attacks among many other things to influence the fight.

For example, he could shield his team from a barrage of attacks, consuming a lot of the enemies’ mana. He could grab a shoulder and throw them towards his own people, imbalancing them, and so on.

Although it had only been an hour since the war began, the Alterans had gone through a lot of battles and were understandably a bit weakened.

Hence, some were helpless against Uzon and the stronger aborigines’ attacks. Even Fargo himself would make a move if anyone got close to him.

His moves were dire and lethal. He even used the sharpness of his soil ability, compressing them into bonafide rock-like blades.

Elementalist attacks had a larger impact to equipment than weapons of the same level. Further, Fargo’s attack was definitely not weak.

“AHH!”

“EEKK!”

“Watch out!”

Before he could behead one, however, two Alterans kicked him. He let go of the man and avoided their attacks. There were various several cases, and some even went directly against the few remaining level 14s and 15s.

The reason why the Alterans survived was due to their equipment and the number of times they worshipped Altera in their minds when they realized it was innumerable.

Of course, considering the level differences, the amount of hits they had received, and with Fargo and Uzon’s relentless use of elements, it was inevitable for a few cracks to appear in their defenses.

At some point, a few people just buckled and were easier to drag around and beat up.

Fargo watched in satisfaction as several were thrown against the walls. Too bad they didn’t die—they had excessively good equipment for their level—but it just meant they had to hurt them a little more to completely destroy their defenses.

And that was what they attempted to do.

The momentum didn’t last a minute, however, because a moment later Fargo would hear screeching screams coming from his own people.

“AHHH!”

Fargo, Uzon, and the others turned to look at the mercenaries that had been torturing the Alterans a few seconds ago.

They were suddenly in much poorer states than the Alterans they had just been pummeling.

They were shot in various parts of the body and they all gritted their teeth in pain, with someone directly on the floor bleeding. He could see a few arrows passing through their bodies, the sharp arrowheads visible on the other side.

His eyebrows rose. The Class E bow and arrows had diminished effects against these people. Why were their defenses completely punctured after a few shots?

Then, his danger instincts sounded and he heard Belize beside him yell.

“Milord, watch out!”

The next thing they knew, an arrow encased in a special aura was flying straight to Fargo’s head.