After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 543

Chapter 543: Shooting Them Down
A/N: Extra chapter sent just this morning by Lotuslin ~ xoxoxoxoxooxoxo!!

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Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in front of him, followed by Belize’s hand gripping on something, a bit of blood dripping on the floor.

They realized that Belize had caught an arrow. Even if Fargo had managed to lean back a bit by virtue of his instinct, he saw that the arrowhead only missed his head by an inch.

The adrenaline shook them all and they didn’t move for a few moments in shock. Although it was just an arrow, it had a special aura about it.

Their fighter’s instinct told them it was dangerous.

As if that one shot could’ve really been lethal.

No one noticed how Belize’s hands shook and bled and they looked up to find the shooter, not expecting to see a beautiful woman on top of a roof, her hands on a glittering bow and arrow.

“What the—” Uzon yelled, looking dazed at the woman before regaining his senses and looking guardedly at her. It was the same as with the other men.

She then gestured to take another shot, and everyone’s alarms went off.

“Don’t get hit,” Belize said, his jaw clenched, his hand still shaking—and even bleeding—from the force of his catch. “It’s a level B weapon.”

“What?” They turned to look at the gorgeous woman targeting them from the roof.

The wind made her ebony hair flow gently, and the shimmer of the weapon made her already delicate features glimmer even more.

More than on the woman, however, the men’s eyes glinted in greed for the equipment.

Without another word, the woman shot and everyone flinched to take cover.

“Dammn! Get down!” they yelled, some hiding behind a wall, some taking out their best shields, while some grabbing a human—a teammate or Alteran—as cover.

Whoosh! They heard the fast-moving arrow approach, hearts beating out of their chests.

“GYAAH!” A yell exploded and they turned to look at the poor victim.

It was actually Froi she targeted this time, with the arrow actually puncturing his Class D shield and hitting his shoulder!

Fortunately, the woman wasn’t able to maximize her weapon yet and the man was only injured.

Another one flew and it hit a lower-leveled guard, this time, taking his life with a single shot.

“GET HER!” Froi exclaimed, mostly directed at his fellow mercenaries. They nodded, quickly kicking away the Alterans they were facing to change targets.

Froi glared at the woman as he painfully gripped on the arrow embedded in his shoulder. He gritted his teeth in pain, gesturing to take it out so he could consume one of his last bottles of healing potion.

But… he was unable to even pull it.

He frowned and he realized he was losing feeling to his limbs. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the woman, who was still shooting her heart out.

“She… she put something in her arrow!” he yelled, just before he lost the feeling of his legs, falling down head first to the ground.

“OI!”

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t care about him! The arrows are poisonous!”

Seeing as Fargo and his party were preoccupied to not get hit by the beautiful Miss Althea’s arrows, the Alterans took this chance to rescue their injured comrades—especially Poor Angelo—to safety.

Uzon saw this and wanted to follow, but he didn’t dare in case that woman targeted him. It was obvious that she was primarily shooting at those who hurt the Alterans.

Obviously, the level was much higher, but they weren’t the ones half-dead.

At this time, yet another one —a level 12— was hit. He wasn’t dead but the effect of the poison on him was much faster. A few seconds after taking out the arrow—which disappeared as soon as it was pulled—he shook on the ground with mouth frothing.

Althea looked at the effect of her poison and nodded in relief, before dousing the manifested arrow with the poison in a cup hanging on her waist, pulling the string again for another shot.

She naturally knew her limitations. Although the Bellagio was a Class B weapon, its power in her hands was much lower than its potential. It would be difficult to one-shot enemies above her own level without consuming too much of her mana.

Regardless, the enemies she was targeting weren’t weak. The mana consumption of each shot was large and she couldn’t afford to waste two shots on one target, so she added some very strong poisons in her shot for good measure.

These poisons could affect monsters her level, let alone humans with less defense and immunities.

Uzon, who was standing beside the lord and defending him, never took his eyes off the woman. He felt his blood pressure rise when he saw her taking something out of the space—realizing it was a cookie!

She looked particularly irksome as she carelessly chewed on her snack while killing them off one by one!!

Uzon gritted his teeth as he glared at her. They would definitely make this woman suffer!

“KILL HER! KILL HER!!”

Similarly, Fargo’s cold eyes looked at her, sending an announcement to the people nearby.

[Kill that woman and receive a custom house for yourself.]

The guards nearby saw their lord and followed orders to get to her. But the walls were unscalable and it wasn’t easy to get to her. On the contrary, the enemy archers would just use them as open targets instead!

Fargo looked at the men beside him and nodded, and with his ability he created smaller plateaus to assist them in climbing up. Of course, while Fargo was naturally talented and didn’t need a teacher to make this, it would still require a lot of mana.

Fortunately, the platforms didn’t need to be too dense or too high as these people could jump at least 2 meters at their levels.

Immediately, several mercenaries and guards ran towards her, eyes greedy for her, her weapons, and the promised house.

They watched her whistle before gesturing to shoot again, but didn’t think much of it.

They were extremely fast-moving, but the woman didn’t even flinch. A lot of people from below could see her static state. Some Alterans looked worried, while the enemies smirked.

“Heh, did she freeze?” One of Fargo’s men smugly said, body filled with blood from an attack from another.

However, they quickly found out how she could still be coolly shooting her arrows and eating cookies despite the imminent threat coming her way.

Just when their men were an arm’s length away, two figures flashed in front of them, swiping them back to the ground with such force they vomited blood.

One of the men—a level 11—even landed without his heart.

“What the—”

“Cough!”

“What happened?!” One of the men yelled, gasping when he saw large claw marks on his stomach. He lost his consciousness when he saw his innards flowing out.

The others shook as they saw this, a bit shivering as they tilted their heads to look at the newcomers.

GRRRRRRR—

Everyone gaped at the sight of the looming figures that appeared before them. They were large and threatening—blocking the way between them and the woman.

For a moment, they couldn’t quite absorb what they were seeing and, when they did, they couldn’t help but gasp.

It was a massive dog and… a half-orc!?