After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 573

Chapter 573: Fall of the Rongo Mercenary Hall (Part 3)
“GAHHH!” Kok yelled as he felt his insides being sliced, unconsciously dropping his weapon to the ground.

His eyes turned red and he held on to the hilt of the sword inside him, keeping it in place as he bumped his head against his attacker with much of his remaining strength.

BANG!

Victor gritted his teeth as he felt stars explode in his eyes, losing his balance. He closed his eyes and followed his instincts, lunging in a direction and using his body to bump against Kok who, at this time, was struggling to get his weapon.

Kok was pale and shivering from the blood loss, but his natural survival instincts took over his body, allowing him to move despite literally being burned and skewered all over his body.

However, he was still unable to keep his balance when Victor rammed into him in the end. His knees buckled and he was forced to kneel down.

Victor heaved deep breaths and saw that his neck was finally exposed. He raised his sword, ready to behead the man once and for all.

But before he could do so, Victor had to step back by instinct, narrowly avoiding a blade that stabbed where he was just standing. Victor frowned and looked in a direction to see Ken and Benny on the ground, struggling to get up. Most of the soldiers were also down, with a few handling the remaining mercenaries together.

When he saw them drinking the healing potion, he felt relieved, and fully focused on the new aborigine who was dealing with him.

This one was also in a poor state, but his wounds were far less lethal and his attacks were still faster and more alert. The two level 15’s eyes met and a dawn of understanding was exchanged between them.

Kok, who was gasping for breath, looked at the ongoing fight with dark eyes. He turned to look in a direction, forcing himself up and dragging his feet towards it. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and it let him move even when he was dripping blood and losing lifespan for each step that he took.

Victor and the others naturally noticed where he was going and cursed. Before they could follow him, the other two guarded the way, seeming to be determined to kill whoever interrupted.

The mercenaries had been taking advantage of the soldier’s kindness and softheartedness all this time. How could they not take advantage of it!?

While Victor and the others tried to get past the obstacles, Kok heaved gasping breaths and trudged across the lawn. Leaving a trail of blood, he reached the door to the women. His hands were shaking but he managed to open it, and immediately he heard the gasps of the women inside.

The women, who had been scared by all the screams and sounds outside, were already incredibly tense. When the door abruptly opened to reveal one of their torturers, their bodies naturally reacted in fear. This was made worse by his horrible appearance of burnt skin and blood, making him even more terrifying in their eyes.

Those who had the mind huddled even tighter in a corner, while the dazed ones only shook unconsciously. This was with the exemption of Juni, who remained standing, as if frozen, and looked at his poor state with dark eyes.

“Come here!” he yelled as he dragged himself, thinking that these women would come if he yelled—as they always did!

Instead, Juni immediately jumped on to him with her weapon. Of course, even if he was weakened, he was still five levels stronger than the woman who didn’t have any experience in fighting.

He gritted his teeth as he caught her hand and pulled her, throwing her down the floor with much of the strength he could muster in his current state.

“Ah!” She yelled, coughing, and a few of the other women gasped at what happened, some shivering, while most wanted to go to her. But then they saw the scary burnt face of the man and they all froze, painful memories making their bodies shiver in terror.

Kok was very hostile and in pain, he looked down at the woman, heading there with his limp, very much intent on torturing her. Unexpectedly, a vine appeared on his feet again and he fell down.

Bang!

His eyes widened as he felt the impact of the ground, his dying body unable to react in time. His head turned to the side and saw that young wood user, who was still half-dead on the floor, but with finger raised up.

Amos gasped for air, obviously using more than what he could, and he lost his consciousness a second later.

The man gritted his teeth and tried to get himself up, but then he heard clutter and looked up to see a sword already hovering above him.

Juni was in pain, but the strength given by the thought of ridding the world of scum like this fueled her movements and, with her entire weight—with the weight of her past bitterness—she stabbed down!

“GAH!”

She stabbed him again and again, making sure the blade sliced through as much of this trash as it could.

She did this over and over until he could no longer move.

No, in fact, she kept stabbing her heart out until the familiar ding resounded in her mind.

[Congratulations! You are now upgraded to Level 10!]

Her eyes widened and she raised her head to look around. She looked at the women who were sobbing, though not of fear but of relief. Juni ignored them to go to poor Amos.

She crawled to the young lad and opened a healing potion to get to him. She then turned to the other women and considered giving them some as well, but the war had just begun and she knew it’d be foolish to do so.

Speaking of the war outside, the intense battle was ongoing outside. They could hear the yells and the explosions, and even the cracking of bones from where they were.

Her feet moved on their own to check, the sword in her hand. She wanted to help if she could.

When she got out, she was a little shocked. It was basically ruined except for the buildings themselves. The soldiers—at least the ones still standing—were working together to defeat two mercenaries who were in extremely poor states.

The most remarkable person was the leader, a handsome man with short hair. Although he barely spoke lest their strategies would alert the enemies, she could see his subtle signals to his remaining teammates.

They coordinated extremely well and it got to the point where the two enemies were completely on the defensive.

She could tell he was also a fire user, but he used his ability sparingly and with skill.

She then watched as he gestured to get in her direction—no doubt to handle Kok—but when he turned, their eyes met, and his eyebrows rose when he saw her and then the bloodied blade in her hand.

However, he wasn’t distracted for long as he turned and skilfully redirected the enemy’s attack to the ground. The man lifted his sword and it was surrounded by flames, immediately burying to his enemy’s flesh.

Using all of his remaining stretches, he strengthened the fire, burning the man from the inside.

“GYAAAHHH!”

Next to him, the other fight was also wrapping up with two bloodied men—Juni realized there was a handful more on the ground—stabbed the remaining one at the same time, and finished him off by beheading.

Victor panted heavily as he saw the corpses of the enemies, not taking down his guard at all. When he saw it was all clear, the other two immediately ran to their companions around, giving them the healing potions they had.

Victor saw that the team was handled and he turned to the women to check on them. His eyes gravitated to the beautiful woman standing, gaping at them with an indescribable expression on her face.

He sighed and approached, wanting to tell them it was alright now and they ought to leave in case more guards returned.

However, just when he was a meter away from her, her legs buckled all of a sudden.

She lost her footing and he strode to catch her. She landed on his chest and unconsciously buried deeper into his embrace, as if looking for the comfort of a reliable shoulder.

Seeming to have found it, she softened and rested her entire weight on him.

Victor felt a little awkward but didn’t push her away. He just looked at the others to gather the girls. They would be taking her in the underground base to hide. They had already mapped a good way to minimize encounters with enemy soldiers and, hopefully, every one of these rescues survived.

He said his orders with the woman in his arms, with a few of his men giving him a few looks. His eyes twitched and he was about to bellow orders for them to start moving, when then he felt wetness on his chest, wiping all the annoyance away.

His heart softened a bit, and he couldn’t help but pat her back

“You did a good job,” he said, whispering in a gentle tone he hadn’t used in a long time. “Well done.”