After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 751

Chapter 751: Whetstone (Part 3)
Back at the battlements, it was mostly well-guarded, but the enemies weren’t weak. The guards were quickly occupied by the stronger ones, allowing the enemies to enter as long as they had enough shields (inanimate or human) to get through safety.

Luis waved his fiery sword at them, keeping them from his side of the main barrier. He would also throw flames at the ladders he came across, but it felt like the enemies were endless in numbers and a new ladder would pop up soon after.

He didn’t get tired of doing it though. He had mana cookies in his space and he had been chewing on them for a while.

Fortunately, there were a lot of mana cookies in circulation amongst the guards. Apparently, Harold had figured out that he only needed to personally do certain processes in order to add the special effect on the cookie.

Hence, the cumbersome material preparation was left to a factory line, allowing a lot of cookies to be available outside of Althea’s party.

Whoosh!

“DAMN IT!” the raiders yelled as they saw their access burn up while they were climbing up. Luis never targeted the whole thing to save mana, but he always did choose strategic spots so it was sure to work.

The makeshift stairs cracked and buckled, causing the intruders to fall into the crowd of their own people.

This went on for a bit and he travelled along the battlements. A signal flare lit up on another section and he rushed towards there to help. The signal flare was only set if the ratio of the enemies versus the number of guards there was too different, so Luis immediately knew where to prioritize.

He arrived about a few minutes later and saw a certain group composed mostly of Guian guards enter with their slave shields. He rescued a few guards who were battling against people with higher levels, kicking them off the walls.

He took a closer look at their access and his eyes twitched. It was still a makeshift ladder, but it was much sturdier and thicker. It reminded him of well-made fire exits. Obviously, they had worked on this a bit.

Too bad (for them) it’ll get destroyed soon.

He took fragile balls from his space. It had a lot of excess oil inside and it would shatter at a bit of contact.

Similarly, many citizens also tended to have some bottles of their preferred oil in their space.

Everyone had them for personal use, but also because they could get useful in fights. I.e. making the floor and the access slippery. They also had some to assist with fire users, who were the most common type of elementalists.

“Now!” Luis yelled as he nodded, and from behind him, several citizens threw thin bottles toward the men.

“WHAT!”

For a moment, it puzzled the enemies, but then they started mocking them for throwing random liquid.

This was, of course, until Luis threw his flames at them and watched them burn.

“GYAAAHHHH!”

“AHH!”

They happened to have a water elementalist who had been trying to whip away the blockage on his side (to little effect). He had to shift attention towards his teammates and doused them with water.

Unfortunately, the fuel was oil and pouring water… did not help at all. On the contrary, it help them spread out.

HISSSS

“AHHHH! NOOO!”

A lot of people lost their footing, with the weaker ones soon unmoving as they burned alive.

…

The fights continued for some time, until the sky darkened, and soon droplets of water from the sky fell down.

“Ah damn…” several people cursed under their breaths, though no one really had time to react too much with the battles ongoing.

Rain could mean different things in this battle. Rain could be good for water users because it gave them more materials to work with without working too much, but it would make things difficult for fire users, as they would be limited to their weapons.

The rain continued to pour down on the region and soon their health would take a toll. However, it was generally the same for everyone so the playing field didn’t change too much overall…. Right?

Well, not exactly.

Because, unlike the Guians who had to get drenched by the rain the whole time, the Alterrans had raincoats!

Although they did get damage from the scuffle, the debuffs caused by the prolonged exposure to rain were minimal.

The Guians cursed.

“What the heck are they wearing?!”

…

Althea was on a rooftop somewhere just beyond the scope of the outer sentries. Her bow and arrow prepared to take down whoever was about to seriously injure her people.

Below her were Ansel and Gochi who made sure there was no one who could distract or hurt Althea. There was also Hugo, who had found his way there.

Even Winona was there, to Ansel’s annoyance, because now he had to look after her too!

“Jerk! I can handle myself well!” She took self-defense classes and she was good! How else could she have survived so long without them?

To prove her point, she jumped over a hostile level 11’s knee, using it as a bolster. She wrapped her legs around his neck, taking him down to the ground to be easily taken care of by the sword of nearby Alterrans.

BANG!

Ansel: “…”

Above eye level, Althea didn’t move unnecessarily. One was to keep energy in case of emergencies, and another was to train the people.

Alterra was becoming too peaceful. Although everyone went out to train, they still believed the territory was impenetrable. That was: They may have to fight and be in danger outside, but inside they could be completely complacent.

She did not want them to believe that.

She watched as her citizens fought for peace and to protect their homes, aghast to the bottom of their souls when the intruders damaged a piece of it.

For example, when an enemy fire user burned landscaping, he was immediately mobbed by the citizens. When someone nicked a part of the building, he would get pummeled by a group of people.

They also protected each other, having each other’s backs. From here, their cooperation was improved even more, and so were their strengths.

This war came just in time to bring Alterra’s comprehensive strength to another level.

Guia… was the perfect whetstone.