After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 604

Chapter 604: Escaped
Garan looked at Okra, the only level twenty aborigine they had to deal with. He also had good equipment and skill, and it was obvious he was among the upper tier among the mercenaries in Fargo.

He was definitely a skilled mercenary and it wouldn’t be so easy for Garan to defeat him quickly. However, Garan had no will to delay the battle and he immediately threw ice picks at the man, who swiped them away with his sword.

Garan saw this and he knew this person must’ve caught a lot of the shots towards Fargo, maybe even Althea’s shots. By extension, this guy must’ve annoyed his wife very much during the war, and his attacks unconsciously became harsher.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! BANG!

“AH!” Okra yelled as he was unable to block one, then two, fast-moving ice picks.

“HYAAA!” The aborigine yelled, sending him a barrage of skills to keep him from using more of his skills. Garan waved his sword, skillfully deflecting the other man’s attack. Immediately, he shifted and did a stabbing motion, which Okra avoided by jumping back. Garan had predicted this though and immediately sent a metal spike with his other arm, successfully stabbing Okra.

Garan would’ve preferred to extend his sword with his ability, as it would theoretically take less energy. However, like how walls and system buildings couldn’t accommodate elements, it was the same with equipment.

Okra looked at the massive stab in his stomach, gritting his teeth in pain. He couldn’t believe it! Sure, he was a bit tired, but obviously, his level was about the same as this man’s.

But the longer their spar was, the more he realized he didn’t stand a chance at all!

“GAHHH!” he yelled, lunging at him with all the brute force he could carry.

Garan’s eyes sharpened, ready to finally end him.

…

Nearby, Mao and Fargo’s battles were also at its peak. The two of them exchanged quick and impressive blows, both with weapons and their mutual elements: Earth.

Mao had used his element a lot the past couple of hours (with all those men he had to bury alive and all) so he had to hold back a bit. This leveled the playing field with Fargo, who had an even more sophisticated hand-to-hand combat skill than he did.

It had to be said, that even if Mao was a few levels higher than Fargo, the latter wasn’t being pushed too much because of sheer talent. In fact, the more he fought with Mao, the more he had an idea about earth techniques.

It was also how Fargo was personally responsible for half the casualties Altera had, despite having mercenaries higher level than he was barely managing to kill any.

As for equipment, he had bought Class D ones from Belize, including armor and weapons. In fact, Fargo had two Class D weapons—one taken from Belize, and another taken from the Alteran battlefield.

However, just as Althea couldn’t maximize the Bellagio, Fargo’s use of the same weapon was inferior to Mao’s. The durability went down much faster and it broke down.

He cursed and started avoiding the fight again, sometimes pushing his own people or an Alteran in front of him to block Mao’s way.

Soon, fortunately, Mao finally caught timing and created a small spike on the ground which ultimately caught him off balance.

Some nearby Alteran who had taken care of his enemy saw also gestured to attack.

Thinking quickly, Fargo used the sword on his hand to stabilize himself and threw some items he had in his space to the Alteran. He barely felt his fall and took out the next thing in his space to throw at Mao—whose weapon was a few centimeters away from him.

He had several low-level blades in his space and this was what he threw, taking advantage of the pause to regain his bearing and raise his final weapon—which also had limited durability, unfortunately.

Fargo knew that that the crossbow was important to this person so he threw it straight at Mao, who caught it by instinct. Fargo’s eyes glinted as he created a spike behind Mao and as his sword swung in for a stab.

However, Mao yelled and a thin block of earth appeared behind him, and he used it to roll and change directions, using the momentum to kick him.

BANG!

He coughed blood, falling down to the floor after a large impact against the tree.

“You remember I’m still a few levels higher than you are, right? Bastard…” Mao said, kicking him again. He shook and he felt that his enemy was ready for the kill.

He instinctively rolled in a direction to avoid the next attack but he gritted his teeth to hold back a scream as he felt the blade bury on his shoulder. Mao immediately turned it and then swiped in a direction.

This time, Fargo couldn’t hold back his scream anymore.

“AHHHHH!!!!!” he gasped for air as he turned his head to see that his arm was now detached to him!

Fargo looked in a direction to get some help, only to see Okra just beheaded by Garan. Beside them, he also realized the others were either dead or captured already.

In this short moment, Fargo also saw that the Alterans—except for Garan and Mao—were standing together, gathering those they captured.

“I wanna save you for the captain, but I don’t think you deserve to breathe another second longer in this world,” Mao said, raising his sword again and quickly stabbing it down to his heart.

Fargo gritted his teeth and refused to be taken down! He yelled and suddenly several small rocks surrounded him, quickly exploding with him as the source.

At first, they thought they were just rocks and prepared to avoid the last-ditch effort of the man. However, the earth user Mao saw it, feeling something was different with one of the rocks.

In that instant, he used his ability to scan and stop the projectiles, but it was too quick and by the time he slowed them down, they had already reached the areas of the Alterans and the captured mercenaries.

However, he was able to ‘scan’ it a bit to realize what the anomaly was!

“A BOMB!” He yelled, gasping. There was a bomb inside one of the rocks!

Darnit!!

The Alterans’ eyes widened and immediately took cover, leaving the captured mercenaries behind—

BOOM!

They forgot about it—the bomb he took from Michael back then! It seemed like he didn’t deconstruct it in an attempt to replicate it but kept it for himself!

It naturally could not kill people of their levels and equipment, but it made them disoriented and their ears ring. There were also a few injuries among the weaker guards, but otherwise no lasting damage to Alterans who managed to react on time.

On the contrary, the gangsters they had tied up were burnt and bloodied, while the others were barely breathing.

The weaker ones were also… well… exploded, their innards all over the area.

Mao and the others coughed, feeling the shock in their bodies. Garan was quick to recover and immediately walked through the smoke, his dark azure eyes looking around.

“Where’s Fargo?”

This question raised the alarm in everyone.

They looked around and saw he had escaped and—unsurprisngly—he left no traces in which direction he went to!

“He’s gone,” Mao said, pale.

Garan’s fist clenched. Lost again!