After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 752

Chapter 752: Fight of the Strong (Part 1)
While the battle inside was extremely smooth due to all the advantageous conditions, the fight outside didn’t have the same conditions.

For example, the level gap wasn’t limited outside the walls. The level 23 Garan was going against the Level 30+ Baltimore, with Silva being dealt with by five surviving strongmen on Guia’s side.

Other than these strongmen, there were also a lot of weaker slaves who were there to continuously weaken him.

The number of slaves in Guia… was not small, and much of the forces of Guia had been called on at this time.

As of now, other than the hundreds of Guians still fighting inside their territory, there were still over fifty people beyond the level cap and about a handful of them were elementalists.

This was amazing even for a top village.

On average, villages didn’t normally have people beyond the level cap at all. The level cap was based on the upper level forces among villages, but Guia had so many!

This was a testament to their strength as a village, and confirmed that it had a backing—even if it might not be Ferrol.

Anyway, at this time, most of these people were outside Alterra, making trouble. As soon as Baltimore decided to attack Alterra a few days back, they had naturally called for a lot of reinforcements.

He ordered a lot—most of the people beyond the level cap traveled—though his main purpose was to keep anyone from escaping. After all, so many people here were elementalists. Losing one was losing money!

It was why Baltimore was so angry. He had believed his preparation was an overkill! He was confident in taking Alterra down, and that even if he missed some details, the force discrepancy would be enough to make up for it!

Garan’s party also realized—after seeing so many strongmen attacking Alterra—that Guia must’ve called in much of their manpower to deal with them.

Should they be flattered?

In any case, Alterra only had over a dozen people beyond the level cap in contrast. This did not include aborigines like Oslo, Silva, and Rowan, but the quantity difference really was stark. Hence, the battle wasn’t just one-on-one.

Such sending of forces also made for a unique battle situation wherein the most dangerous battles were happening outside the walls.

The fight was also beyond the range of the sentries. After a few successful lures by Gill and Sammy, the enemies had raised the guards and fought with them well beyond the areas the sentries could reach.

The battles were intense even during the rain, where the high-level duo Oslo and Silva showed off their levels and strengths, pushing back the dozens of enemy forces remaining. Around them, it was certain that someone would get seriously injured at least every few minutes.

On Alterra’s side though, there were no casualties as of yet. This was not a surprise for those inside the territory, but for those outside, it was a massive feat.

After all, the Alterrans were fighting against people beyond the level cap few-to-one!

One of the reasons why no one had died as of now was because they were soldiers and had ample experience and techniques in fighting.

It helped that they were all elementalists as well.

This shocked the Guia folks who had been underestimating them since they were in their village. It was clear that things were only evened out because their levels and quantity were so much more than Alterrans! If they had held back, they’d have stood no chance!

There was also the protection amulet which they all had. Although it could only take a few shots from people their level, those few shots had protected the soldiers from serious injuries, which was ultimately tilting the favor in Alterra’s side.

“I never thought we’d have so much trouble,” Seto mumbled, wiping his sweat with his bloodied shirt. He fought—and was still facing—Gill, who was a spearman like he was… except the bastard could control earth AND fire.

His body was still stinging in pain from all the burns he suffered. Even when the rain poured, the man’s magma still burned him and stuck to his clothing and skin.

It was torture.

Gill’s eyes were sharp as he faced the other man. He was a bit injured, but otherwise okay. He didn’t take another breather and sent a barrage of attacks. He needed to get rid of this cronie so he could help out with the other fights!

Sister-in-law’s protective charm had worked wonders. Sadly, he had already seen a crack and knew that it could take one last shot. He needed to be extra careful after this.

The tokens of the others were in a similar state. For instance, Sammy’s, though he was certainly not letting any of his anxiety show, irking his enemy even further.

Ero’s red eyes fixed on the damned archer who had been kiting him for so long. Sammy smiled smugly, making him even more hot-headed.

Ero couldn’t help himself and lunged at the dark-skinned man, reinitiating a battle royale among top villagers.

In the meantime, a lot of the level 10 Guians and below heading towards the walls were shot down.

Every so often someone would get injured by an arrow above eye level. It was not hard to notice so the team leads gave out consistent orders. Specifically, Baltimore’s peripheral vision saw the situation and ordered several people, including Piko, to handle it.

“What are you doing! Take care of those archers!”

“A-Ah, y-yes!”

Piko shook but he followed, running towards where the archers were.

The Alterran archers were protected by fighters underneath these platforms, and it was obvious that no one would be able to get near the archers for a while.

Knowing this, Baltimore took time to create a platform for them, and Piko took out his bow and arrow, but he was shaking when asked to do this.

He wasn’t even an archer by profession, he was a chef. How could he go against that guy?

But the enemy archers had caused damage and the Lord wanted them to do the same.

Piko—and the other archers—heaved deep breaths and shot an arrow at the nearest enemy, which happened to be Loki.

The man’s eyebrow rose just a bit, before he waved his hand and a gust of wind redirected the arrows to the ground.

“…”