After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 545

Chapter 545: Targets
Fargo’s sharp eyes looked at the Alterans who were taking full advantage of the ‘terrain’ and located in easily defensive spots. Even those on the roof only had to step back to avoid the projectiles.

His eyes twitched. He didn’t think housing density would be used against him.

In contrast to the Alterans, the beasts were well outside. It so happened that they had entered a plaza area he built around the inner walls to show ‘exclusivity’ in contrast to the extremely dense outer walls—a good portion of which were shanties.

Of course, to say the Plaza was large was an exaggeration—it was probably only a lot or two big—but it gave his side a clear vantage point of the two beasts, rather than them squeezing into a street and shooting blindly in front.

“Attack them,” he said to the newcomers, pointing at the beasts as if he didn’t see how strong they were.

However, he didn’t believe these things were invincible at all! Otherwise, they wouldn’t be allowed to participate in this war in the first place!!

Further, Fargo didn’t know if they could become slaves once they won Altera, but he couldn’t allow these beasts to be moving and culling his people.

At this, all attacks—even by the newcomers’—focused on the two beasts. Those in front kneeled down to avoid getting hit by those behind them, and soon a rain of attacks entered the area.

Or rather, the exposed part—just to the beasts.

After all, targeting the Alterans who could just hide behind the walls or houses was a waste of mana and bullets.

It rained chaos of course, but the Alterans naturally didn’t hide away when they saw their brethren getting targetted. They didn’t lose with their attacks and they also rained arrows on the other side. The Elementalists who still had a good amount of mana would also throw a shot here and there, and more often than not would hit someone.

Similarly, Gochi and Fufi naturally didn’t just stand by as they were attacked, but the force of the barrage was effectively pushing them back, with the two only occasionally managing to swipe one or two.

“Don’t falter! FIRE!” Fargo saw the effect and yelled, and soon the Alterans would occasionally hear Fufi squeak and Gochi groan, and they knew they’d soon be getting some serious injuries soon.

Fargo was right about them not being indestructible. They weren’t so overpowered that they couldn’t get hurt at all by such a barrage.

It reddened the Alterans’ eyes, and their attacks turned much fiercer than ever.

Those above the roofs were also raining down their arrows, though there weren’t many of them. Althea was shooting as much as she could. Her mana was still recovering, but a shot from a Class B weapon was enough to greatly damage enemies weaker than she was.

Several smoke bombs were thrown in, though most of them would always be deflected. There would also be many short-range fighters going out with their sheildsmen to attack head-on.

They didn’t hold back and treated this as the final fight for the sake of Gochi and Fufi. Gochi realized this and his tears pooled.

The war was still long, he mused, they shouldn’t be expending so much energy like this!

The half-orc seemed to have been injected with a renewed energy and his eyes turned red as he lunged towards the middle of the enemy crowd, swiping, kicking, and stabbing whoever he could.

“AH!”

“GAH!”

Soon, the two beasts breached the formation. Unlike the brave and consolidated Alterans though, the other side were innately selfish people who could push other people down.

And some already did.

The lack of trust combined with fear and panic caused the formation to break, and no amount of announcements calmed them down.

They couldn’t focus their attacks on the enemies and a lot of people perished under the Alteran’s onslaught of attacks.

Fargo and the others gritted their teeth, joining the fray. The difference between the two groups was that Fargo’s was focusing on brute force—especially with the higher skill level of Fargo and the others—while the Alterans were focused more on teamwork, which was easier now because the number of enemies had been greatly reduced the past hour or so.

Fargo, Uzon, and the others used their lethal skills to handle a few enemies at once—showing how they were so feared back in Terran.

“GAH!” Two Alterans yelled simultaneously as two spikes appeared underneath them. Their armors, having no time to change to their spare, had already showed cracks from the long-term battle royale and the spike happened to be the breaking point.

“OOF!” One yelled as it stabbed his leg, and the other one fell as it stabbed his stomach.

Their teammates yelled and tried getting to them, but Fargo and the others took advantage of this to get more people. For instance, they’d allow the teammates to get closer, only to prepare a deadly attack just for them.

Before they could inflict even more lethal attacks though, another powerful arrow flew in their direction..

“AH!” Uzon yelled as he barely avoided the arrow, creating a gash on his arm. “Damn that woman!” He took out his last shotgun and pointed at her.

Althea didn’t pause and continued to shoot at other mercenaries. Belize was there to guard the lord from attacks so Althea didn’t bother to waste ammo on Fargo and focused on other people instead.

Fargo punched another Alteran who appeared behind him. Sadly his mana had to be maintained so he didn’t use another skill.

As he jumped and kicked two more, he couldn’t help but look up at the beautiful woman targeting his strongest guards. She was drenched in sweat, obviously overusing the weapon, and he wondered if it was their chance.

Fargo’s instincts told him this woman was the key to all of this! Was she one of the leaders of this attack?

The best way to kill the morale was to take down a commander.

Fargo kept his cool despite the damned headache, looking at Uzon beside him, who was cursing as the beast once again blocked a shot while killing one or two guards in front of him.

“Damnit! Does it know how to calculate my projectile?”

“That’s because you’re in the wrong position,” Fargo said, and the man’s eyes brightened, sprinting in another direction. It so happened that there were a set of houses directly adjacent to each other. The walls couldn’t be scaled, but the various surfaces could be manipulated.

Meanwhile, several guards shakily blocked the beast, trying to attack him.

As the fight went on, with Fargo protected well from attacks, he soon caught sight of Uzon on a roof behind her, just out of her sight. He quickly positioned himself, pressing the trigger as soon as he settled.

Uzon targeted her head.

BANG!

They were expecting the woman to finally fall down, if not receive lethal damage to the head.

Even if it was unlikely to kill a level 10 like her, it could imbalance her and let her fall down the roof—at least! It was a pity for the beauty, but maybe they could keep her corpse!

However, she stood tall, even freaking pointing arrows at them.

“AH!!”

Another one fell down.

“What?”

Uzon shook and made two more shots.

BANG! BANG!

And it was the same.

Belize looked at the woman in disbelief. “She has a very good armor, milord. I can’t tell the level as it seems hidden, but it can’t be inferior to her weapon.”

She was obviously not wearing anything on her head, but it was so well-defended. Only Class B defense equipment (or above, but unlikely) could have the so-called ‘total defense’ quality.

Fargo and the others’s eyes shone light at this. That meant that the woman had at least a class B weapon and armor on her!

He looked at Belize, who was easily redirecting the attacks headed towards him, deflecting them towards their own team. Sometimes it was successful, more often the person was pulled back by his team.

How these people find the time to rescue their teammates was beyond them.

That woman, with her equipment, had to be dealt with by someone far, far, stronger than she was. While he didn’t know what Belize was hiding while refusing to use his skills, he was the best chance they had to take her down.

High-level individuals attacking during wars would cause great losses to the attacker, but from what he knew as long as the ‘victims’ weren’t killed, they had no risk of losing their lives. At most, it would probably be a lot of money and experience.

He needed her alive anyway. First, he wanted to find out how she got those equipment. Second, it was no fun torturing a corpse.

“It’s time for you to bring her here and take her down,” he said. “In exchange, you can have one of her weapons as well as another portion of land when we upgrade.”

His words made Belize look at him. “Milord?”

Fargo stared, all while throwing a sharp rock to stop an Alteran from bothering their conversation.

“What do you think?”