After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 584

Chapter 584: The Battles of the Outer Wall (Part 1)
At this time, the outer walls were no less chaotic than the interior. Maybe even more so because there were a lot more people there.

The majority of both forces were in this area added to the chaos created by the citizens themselves.

There were still three large teams outside, who were blocked in time before they could follow Althea’s footsteps of smooth sailing to the inner walls.

If even a portion of these teams passed through, then Altera would’ve won this war. However, no one was complacent. They headed to the walls with the attitude that the other two teams were blocked.

Two of these teams were already by the walls, just waiting to get past.

Drake, Henry, and the others were also there. When the Alterans started causing chaos in the inner walls, almost all of the guards were summoned in that area, leaving a lot of openings for them to sneak out of.

Even the redheaded Jona, after seeing that Althea had gotten the situation inside under control, also went out to assist.

Anyway, their ‘number’ wasn’t counted to the winning quantity so they knew they’d be most helpful assisting the Alterans in.

Everyone knew what the requirement to win was. They didn’t even have to defeat everyone, they just had to get a certain number inside the inner walls and that was it.

This was actually quite humane, and they were planning on taking advantage of it to minimize the damages they had to commit.

It was easier said than done, of course.

Excluding the hundreds of guards that were in the inner walls, there were still nearly a thousand Fargo guards on the outer walls.

However, although there were more guards outside the territory, the outer wall had a far larger area and scope than the inside. This meant it was much more difficult to defend.

This was why the remaining Alterans opted to divide into three groups, targeting to go to specific areas to go through.

Before the war, Santos and Leon—as the Terran Mercenary Team members who had been staying in Fargo a lot longer than others—had been assigned to study the city wall, as well as determine the blindspots.

Though aether letters were handed by Drake, they had forwarded this data to Garan’s team outside, who then forwarded it to the Alterans who entered the array.

One of these teams was in the Eastern part of the territory. It was composed of more than a hundred people. It was led by Reno, Jona, Santos, the crow trio (who had found them at some point), and many others. They were guarded by Santos as one of the people on their side beyond the level cap.

Santos might not be able to attack due to his level, but as someone in the territory walls before the war started, he could still assist their side in whatever way he could.

This team had the fastest progress. They were ready to climb up the wall using earth stairs similar to what Althea and the others did. This time, it was made by Santos and Reno.

Jona and the others began to climb up, weapons out in case they got noticed. About a handful had managed to cross before Santos’ eyes widened and he abruptly turned to face a direction.

“Watch out!” Santos yelled, immediately throwing an earth rock to block an incoming arrow. He wasn’t able to stop it completely, but it did skew its course so the target only got grazed.

The woman—Jona—screamed in pain and lost balance, falling down the few-meters-high bridge.

She had climbed up to help guard the battlement from guards who could find them at any time. While the fall was only 3 meters high—not lethal for people of their level—it would still hurt.

The expected pain didn’t come as she was caught by strong arms. She opened her eyes in surprise, looking up to see the tanned man who had saved her.

“You okay?” Santos asked. She nodded blankly and the two stared at each other for a second before he put her down.

Santos immediately turned around to shield the woman from yet another attack, joining the others who had already faced the group of guards who found them.

While the two were having a moment, Henry and the others had already begun to defend. In contrast to Santos though, Henry could attack the enemies.

The old man’s fist lit with fire, and he threw it at one of the aborigines. The mercenary frowned but managed to avoid it, turning his head to look at him. “Heh, didn’t know you’re an elementalist too, old man.”

Henry looked at the mercenary. This was one of the people who taunted them a lot. They would be asked to clear mobs while these guards would ‘cheer’ from the walls.

This mercenary had a higher level than they had, but he just refused to do his job and guard the wall as he should’ve been doing.

Before, they had no choice but to just guard quietly lest the monsters breached the outer walls. In that case, rather than Fargo’s guards, it would always be the citizens who would be sacrificed first.

Before, they could only shut their mouths, now they could teach them a lesson like in their dreams!

However, this didn’t show in his expression at all. This had been a habit of his after decades in the Military: Never to show emotions during a fight.

Despite his age, Henry was still a general and his stance was very different from others. He was silent, but there was a quiet confidence to him that gritted on the man’s nerves.

The man spit on the side and lunged forward, followed by the others—who were, in turn, met by the Alterans as well.

Henry’s eyes sharpened as he looked at the arrogant guard. His experienced mind made instinctual calculations on the man’s position, the forces, and others for maximum effect. All this was happening in fractions of a second, and he raised his fist in position as the man came closer.

“HYA!” Henry exclaimed as another ball of fire—a bigger one—emerged from his fist. It came quite quickly and the mercenary was taken aback.

The mercenary could only step back and Henry took advantage of the opening this created.

Using the fire as propulsion, he instantaneously increased the force of his punch, and BANG! Throwing the other man straight to the opposite wall.

The man coughed in shock and shakily tried to stand up, but the General had already arrived above him, once again using fire to propel himself, increase his speed and force, and threw him to some of his teammates blocking the way!

Henry’s face didn’t change as he stared down at the mercenary before taking out his weapon.

“Don’t underestimate this old man.”

Chapter 584: The Battles of the Outer Wall (Part 1)
At this time, the outer walls were no less chaotic than the interior. Maybe even more so because there were a lot more people there.

The majority of both forces were in this area added to the chaos created by the citizens themselves.

There were still three large teams outside, who were blocked in time before they could follow Althea’s footsteps of smooth sailing to the inner walls.

If even a portion of these teams passed through, then Altera would’ve won this war. However, no one was complacent. They headed to the walls with the attitude that the other two teams were blocked.

Two of these teams were already by the walls, just waiting to get past.

Drake, Henry, and the others were also there. When the Alterans started causing chaos in the inner walls, almost all of the guards were summoned in that area, leaving a lot of openings for them to sneak out of.

Even the redheaded Jona, after seeing that Althea had gotten the situation inside under control, also went out to assist.

Anyway, their ‘number’ wasn’t counted to the winning quantity so they knew they’d be most helpful assisting the Alterans in.

Everyone knew what the requirement to win was. They didn’t even have to defeat everyone, they just had to get a certain number inside the inner walls and that was it.

This was actually quite humane, and they were planning on taking advantage of it to minimize the damages they had to commit.

It was easier said than done, of course.

Excluding the hundreds of guards that were in the inner walls, there were still nearly a thousand Fargo guards on the outer walls.

However, although there were more guards outside the territory, the outer wall had a far larger area and scope than the inside. This meant it was much more difficult to defend.

This was why the remaining Alterans opted to divide into three groups, targeting to go to specific areas to go through.

Before the war, Santos and Leon—as the Terran Mercenary Team members who had been staying in Fargo a lot longer than others—had been assigned to study the city wall, as well as determine the blindspots.

Though aether letters were handed by Drake, they had forwarded this data to Garan’s team outside, who then forwarded it to the Alterans who entered the array.

One of these teams was in the Eastern part of the territory. It was composed of more than a hundred people. It was led by Reno, Jona, Santos, the crow trio (who had found them at some point), and many others. They were guarded by Santos as one of the people on their side beyond the level cap.

Santos might not be able to attack due to his level, but as someone in the territory walls before the war started, he could still assist their side in whatever way he could.

This team had the fastest progress. They were ready to climb up the wall using earth stairs similar to what Althea and the others did. This time, it was made by Santos and Reno.

Jona and the others began to climb up, weapons out in case they got noticed. About a handful had managed to cross before Santos’ eyes widened and he abruptly turned to face a direction.

“Watch out!” Santos yelled, immediately throwing an earth rock to block an incoming arrow. He wasn’t able to stop it completely, but it did skew its course so the target only got grazed.

The woman—Jona—screamed in pain and lost balance, falling down the few-meters-high bridge.

She had climbed up to help guard the battlement from guards who could find them at any time. While the fall was only 3 meters high—not lethal for people of their level—it would still hurt.

The expected pain didn’t come as she was caught by strong arms. She opened her eyes in surprise, looking up to see the tanned man who had saved her.

“You okay?” Santos asked. She nodded blankly and the two stared at each other for a second before he put her down.

Santos immediately turned around to shield the woman from yet another attack, joining the others who had already faced the group of guards who found them.

While the two were having a moment, Henry and the others had already begun to defend. In contrast to Santos though, Henry could attack the enemies.

The old man’s fist lit with fire, and he threw it at one of the aborigines. The mercenary frowned but managed to avoid it, turning his head to look at him. “Heh, didn’t know you’re an elementalist too, old man.”

Henry looked at the mercenary. This was one of the people who taunted them a lot. They would be asked to clear mobs while these guards would ‘cheer’ from the walls.

This mercenary had a higher level than they had, but he just refused to do his job and guard the wall as he should’ve been doing.

Before, they had no choice but to just guard quietly lest the monsters breached the outer walls. In that case, rather than Fargo’s guards, it would always be the citizens who would be sacrificed first.

Before, they could only shut their mouths, now they could teach them a lesson like in their dreams!

However, this didn’t show in his expression at all. This had been a habit of his after decades in the Military: Never to show emotions during a fight.

Despite his age, Henry was still a general and his stance was very different from others. He was silent, but there was a quiet confidence to him that gritted on the man’s nerves.

The man spit on the side and lunged forward, followed by the others—who were, in turn, met by the Alterans as well.

Henry’s eyes sharpened as he looked at the arrogant guard. His experienced mind made instinctual calculations on the man’s position, the forces, and others for maximum effect. All this was happening in fractions of a second, and he raised his fist in position as the man came closer.

“HYA!” Henry exclaimed as another ball of fire—a bigger one—emerged from his fist. It came quite quickly and the mercenary was taken aback.

The mercenary could only step back and Henry took advantage of the opening this created.

Using the fire as propulsion, he instantaneously increased the force of his punch, and BANG! Throwing the other man straight to the opposite wall.

The man coughed in shock and shakily tried to stand up, but the General had already arrived above him, once again using fire to propel himself, increase his speed and force, and threw him to some of his teammates blocking the way!

Henry’s face didn’t change as he stared down at the mercenary before taking out his weapon.

“Don’t underestimate this old man.”