After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 582

Chapter 582: The Slave Mob (Part 1)
[ATTACK! ATTACK! KILL THEM ALL!]

This was the order that resounded repeatedly in the slaves’ minds.

This naturally made them much more aggressive, though from their face one could see despair and apology instead of anger.

These people weren’t very strong, they were weak and tired and seemed to be at the end of the rope. While this was mostly a good thing for the Alterans, it meant that a little force in retaliation could kill them!

Imagine being mobbed by people who had no control over their bodies— who acted like zombies—but you couldn’t bear to attack them back?!

That was how it was for the Alterans who had each other’s back and focused on either immobilizing the enemy or just pushing them away.

However, the orders were clear to the slaves and they obviously aimed to take them the Alterans) down no matter what.

It was really reminiscent of zombies with how ‘mindless’ they were trying to get to them, regardless of physically stepping on people in front of them.

Things got way worse for those who could recognize people around them—especially people from Bright who were acquaintances with many of the slaves.

“Rodney!” Micheal yelled, gritting his teeth as he saw a person he recognized—one of the new guards back then—among the slaves. Rodney came with Garan to Bright back then. If Gill was here, he’d recognize this person as the kind-hearted man who stopped to warn them at the risk of his own hide.

Micheal remembered him because he worked very hard—much more passionate than the younger guards—and he had a bright personality that inspired the others.

This time though, he had no good skin left and tears flowed down his face.

“So painful…” they could hear him whisper as he clawed on them, “Kill me please…”

They couldn’t bear to do so—how could they—but they did do their best to immobilize them as safely as they could.

In Rodney’s case, Micheal used his ropes to immobilize them. He actually bought ropes from the shop after seeing all the guards had them. Now he understood what they were for.

Micheal and the other people of Bright had to deal with former comrades like so, along with dozens of others. They were filled with bruises and could barely walk straight, but they kept moving. It felt like a bit more movement and tendons would break and their legs would be irreparable.

On other sides, there would be many times wherein Alterans had no choice but to hurt the ‘slaves’ to defend themselves. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” they would say as they attacked, hoping it didn’t kill anyone.

This was what they believed as the guilt might consume them otherwise.

They even saw an old man who could barely walk. When the old man fell down unable to get back up, they felt a bit of heartbreak, but no one dared get into this mob if they had some brains.

However, the door of a house opened suddenly and a man jumped into the sea of slaves, squeezing in and—unsurprisingly—about to drown.

“DAD! Please help him up! PLEASE!” Basil yelled and it so happened that Angelo and Jesse were nearby. The cousins looked at each other and then at a few shieldsmen teammates. With this force, they waved through the ‘zombies’ and dragged the old man (and the man) after much effort, throwing them back to the house.

Basil sobbed loudly at the poor state of his father. “DAD!! Wuuuuu—”

The old man was barely breathing at this point and Basil could only cry in despair.

He stopped abruptly when a little bottle was given to him. He looked up to see it was one of their rescuers, who was apparently still with them, with their shieldsmen were blocking the door with their equipment.

“It’s not much and it’s diluted, but it should somehow improve his state…”

Basil’s eyes exploded in tears and he bowed repeatedly as he fed the potion to his dad. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”

Angelo and Jesse sighed and just headed back and made sure to close the door, hoping to rescue as many lives as they could.

Most people, unfortunately, couldn’t get rescued. For instance, there was an Alteran man who saw family among the slaves.

“BROTHER!” he yelled as he used his sheathed sword to try and deal with as many slaves as he could.

His level wasn’t particularly high to do this effortlessly, and even with the assistance of his teammates, he was filled with wounds and bruises every step he took. Still, it felt like he wasn’t walking fast enough!

By the time he reached his baby brother, he had already stepped on by the mob—seemingly with no breath anymore.

The man’s body moved on its own and gestured to get to him regardless of the consequences, but he was pulled back by teammates lest he leaned down and be stepped on by dozens of people at the same time!

Nearby, there was another sob of recognition.

“HONEY!” A man on their side yelled as he saw his wife crying, holding up weapons with no choice. “Don’t do it!” he yelled, refusing to attack his wife.

Slaves did not have weapons, but she had access to a fallen weapon from a Fargo guard and she took it to use.

She wished she was far from it so it didn’t end up in her hand—at least then she wouldn’t have had a weapon. She was sobbing as she raised her hands in an attempt to slash, but her husband could only stare, still in shock at seeing his meek wife there—let alone attacking him.

This one, too, had to be pulled back by teammates. However, they had the mind to pull the woman as well while taking away her sword, and tying her up with their rope.

The man cried as he hugged her, thanking his teammates as well.

Anyway, in order to protect the Alterans, the captains and Althea had no choice but to yell out an order:

“Fall back! Fall back!” She yelled, strategizing while regaining her mana. “Group together!”

While most people followed, she could see the reluctance in many people—particularly from those who recognized someone amongst the mob.

Her heart broke for them. “I know it’s hard, but we have to keep safe first before saving others,” she told them, soothing while not losing the sense of urgency in her tone.

“We’ll get them back one way or another, I promise!”