After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 755

Chapter 755: Baltimore’s Last Stand
Meanwhile, Oslo was also defending against two people at mid-level 20s.

They were among the strongest cronies next to Baltimore, and he could sense they even came from cities. Of course, level 25 at their age wasn’t high in cities, but their arrogance definitely showed their superiority complex.

Well, not that arrogant anymore, Oslo made sure of that.

These two people were aghast as they were attacked with a metallic spike one moment and then defended against an earth wall the next.

“Damn! Another dual elementalist!” he yelled. They knew there were two others. Even in cities, this was not common!

However, they quickly forgot about these worries as the battle intensified even more, with the two Guians suffering injuries when two spikes appeared below them while they were distracted!

“AHHH!”

“DAMNIT!”

Oslo smiled, continuously waving his weapon to take advantage of their slowdown.

Actually, if it was a few months ago, there was no way the profligate Oslo would’ve battled two people not that much lower leveled than he was—especially not guards.

Maybe he wouldn’t even risk injury at all.

But the atmosphere of growth in Alterra was really not low, and he found himself vying for it, fearing to be left behind.

And growth, he had.

…

Several fights were already closing. The strongest remaining people standing were the Lord’s right-hand men—Ero and Seto—who were being dealt with by Sammy and Gill, respectively.

Everyone was bloodied and tired, but the enemy numbers that had greatly outnumbered them had gone down and the battles had reduced to one-on-one.

Slash!

Ero’s eyes widened as he saw an arrow embedded in his arm. He gritted his teeth in pain and anger, grabbing its shaft with his palm.

He pulled it out and screamed in agony as he did so, realizing the arrow had a lot of hooks that took away a good part of his flesh!

The pain and humiliation were too much and the man went berserk.

“DIEEEE!”

He relentlessly waved his sword toward his enemy. It was just that Sammy kept jumping back, skillfully avoiding attacks from the side and at the back, while at the same time shooting accurate arrows that brought him so much trouble and pain!

“Get him!” he yelled at his teammates, taking their obedience for granted. However, these people were practically dragging themselves, though the slaves had no choice but to follow.

Soon, Sammy was surrounded and hunted down by dozens. He was not shaken though, even if he no longer had a protection charm to keep him safe.

“You forget I’m not just an archer,” he said with a smile. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the battlefield and—just when the slaves and guards were about to jump at him—a gust of wind exploded with him at the center.

The weakened slaves were thrown away, some even reached the area where two spearmen were duking it out. Gill jumped over one, while Seto heartlessly kicked another one that went in his way.

Seto was at a higher level than Gill, but the latter was a dual elementalist. The only reason the fight was still going was because Seto used a lot of his own teammates as shields—as seen with the many burned or stabbed people around them.

When Gill used much of his remaining mana to create a narrow whip of molten lava, Seto kicked one of the slaves in front of him, and he watched as the low-level slave got sliced, practically cut in half.

Seto kept doing this while he recovered, which just made Gill angry!

It was disgraceful—using your own brethren like this—and Sammy and Gill were annoyed, determined to end it!

…

Garan’s and Baltimore’s battle was much bloodier, with Garan already bleeding everywhere after consuming the five protection charms.

Baltimore was also bleeding everywhere, with an arm nearly detaching after several targetted slashes from the younger man. Garan targeted the area with his sharp ice and it was morbid.

Garan threw ice pick after ice pick, blocked by Baltimore’s earth wall. He jumped up in an attempt for an aerial attack. Baltimore saw it as his chance to throw rocks midair, but Garan had excellent control of his body and managed to avoid it even in his position.

He landed with such grace that male gymnasts would’ve given him a standing ovation if they were there.

What he did not know was that Althea had formulated an antidote that would work on the common poisons found in their region. While some of the binders were rare—plants bought from Ferrol—she managed to create a few emergency pellets for her family.

The moment Garan felt some symptoms, he took one with a healing potion and he continuously took them as needed until it was gone, mitigating the effects of the poison continuously injected into his body.

The effect just confused the person trying to kill him with poison, lowering his momentum even more.

With a primal roar, Baltimore lunged forward, sending shockwaves with his ability, shaking the ground. A lot of people were imbalanced, very much including his own team—one of whom even died under Silva’s weapon.

Not that Baltimore cared about this at all.

He hurled boulder after boulder toward Garan, drinking his remaining stock of mana potions while the other party was busy avoiding his attacks. Garan managed to avoid most them, but he was still hit by one.

He felt the ground underneath him open and he was quick to put ice at a slope so he could slide towards Baltimore while avoiding the crack underneath him.

He raised his ice sword, aiming to get the battle to a close-ranged fight again. Baltimore was stronger in level but he was at a disadvantage in close range.

Baltimore knew this and used his ability to push his body backward. Garan calculated and placed several sharp ice at a distance behind him where he mused the enemy could possibly go next.

Luckily, one did hit, and Baltimore gasped as he fell back.

Baltimore lost balance but as he twisted his body, using an arm to lift himself high with a plateau. He screamed when he realized this arm was the extremely injured one, and he felt his skin tear open further than it already had.

He turned and got to his feet immediately, just avoiding a direct hit of Garan’s cold blade.

He threw more rocks and ground spikes, though his mind was dulled with the pain, and Garan easily escaped them.

In his distraction, he did not notice that many ice spikes had remained near him.

When the spike near him shot up, it was too late for him to avoid it.

And so, Baltimore’s eyes could only watch as his arm was cut off!