After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 891

Chapter 891: Amalgation (Part 1)
Shinho looked around him, mentally counting the number of enemies. Although they were extremely weakened from the long travels and in hunger, thirst, and pain, they still greatly outnumbered these newcomers.

Should they just run for their lives? Or should they gamble and come with them?

Shinho felt tense, knowing his decision would affect hundreds of lives. Ferra felt it and patted his hand. Not to tell him he was hurting her, but rather to comfort him.

This was very subtle and many didn’t notice it, especially with the lack of light, but the women were sensitive enough to see it.

They looked at the refugees again and understood that they were not exactly happy to see them. This was a little counterintuitive to them, who had lived good lives, but once they thought about it, they understood.

Outside Alterra, Humans were just… not that trustworthy.

Even the aborigines seemed to have forgotten that.

Cassie immediately stepped forward next to Mauru, who was a little puzzled.

“We came from a nearby village,” she said with a kind smile. “It’s really not that far, probably less than a kilometer away.

“We have a nearby river that passes through our territory, and it’s why we live better lives than most,” she explained, waving at herself, before looking gently at them again.

“Would you like to come with us?”

Her words made the refugees stare at her, some with eyes sparkling with little hope and some with desperation. Many of them were at their last straws, after all.

In contrast, there were also a few—including Shinho and his family—who were reluctant.

But what could they do in the end? Even if they fought against these people, and even if they won, where would they go next?

They would be weakened even further by the fight, even more vulnerable to beasts that came their way.

If these people were as they feared, then it would be a question of who or what would eat them in the end.

He closed his eyes and gripped his lover’s hand tighter. He looked at his people. “Whether you want to come with them or not is up to you,” he said. “I will understand.”

Everyone looked at him, concerned. “Why aren’t you coming?”

“I…”

Before he could explain anymore, their chatters were cut short by heavier rustles of the dried plants around them, shortly followed by heavy footsteps and growls that resonated with the wind.

Everyone immediately put their guards up—whether it was the newcomers or Shinho—ready to fight.

The growls grew louder, the dried vegetation around them shaking wildly. An ominous atmosphere enveloped them, causing their hearts to beat loudly.

There was definitely a mob, and it wasn’t small.

Shinho heard sobs around him, the civilians slowly paralyzed with fear again, while the others nervously went on a defensive. After all, it was dark and they didn’t have the advantage of sight to attack first.

While Shinho’s team was like this, Mauru’s had already made a plan. They had been trained well and knew what to do in most situations.

In situations like this where they had refugees they had to protect, the team would divide up into groups that surrounded the refugees. This was in hopes of shielding as many of them as they could, whilst keeping their own lives and limbs.

A small group took one monster each, cooperating with others along the way. They couldn’t see too well because it was dark, but they could see enough by virtue of their lighting and the two moons.

The most unbelievable was the two women fighting bravely alongside the men. No, even leading their own teams.

The lighter-haired woman stood in front of their archer, taking on a monster directly while her teammates attacked it from the side. They couldn’t see how exactly, but she seemed to have pushed smaller monsters away without touching them.

The dark-skinned woman was even more amazing. They watched as she lifted herself up with her spear, landing in the middle of the small mob. She waved her spear and pushed the monsters back, giving her teammates time to kill the monsters before they could tell what was coming to them.

“Wow…”

The aborigines had never seen anything like it, and they all gaped—forgetting to even think of running if things went south.

This was especially true for the women, who had never seen women fighting side by side with the men.

Then out of nowhere, explosions of fire would pop up here and there, and they realized it was from a fire elementalist!

With the added illumination provided by the fire and burning monsters, it was then that Shinho and the others realized: there was an abnormal amount of elements flying!

So many elementalists?! They had never seen so many in one team before…

Orcshit, most of them hadn’t even seen a single one in their lifetime!

Who were these people?!

Both women were elementalist, too, and they created strong winds that could stop monsters from moving forward, even temporarily, creating excellent assists for their allies.

They even combined their powers, creating small spinning winds that displaced enemies. Those monsters would end up in another team, finished off by either swords, spears, or a sharp whip made of fire.

Shinho and the other refugees looked on as the mob was cleared cleanly and efficiently. The team had a few tens of people and no one was a deadweight, each one contributing to the fall of a monster or a few.

Although some of them had to cooperate to deal with a few monsters, it was as if they were just one body moving fluidly, creating a combined killing power that shouldn’t be possible with just their individual level.

A group like this… wouldn’t stoop low enough to eat other humans. It was just an instinct when seeing the True Strong, and this was a belief that was built up as time went on.

The more they saw, the weaker their bodies became.

It wasn’t from depression. Rather, their bodies relaxed on their own, and their knees buckled as they fell to the ground.

Some covered their faces as tears escaped their eyes, while some just lost consciousness in the middle of the crowd.

A woman among the refugees sobbed louder than others. She was unsightly and filled with dried blood. She was pale and sickly, and not long ago she was among those who had given up on life.

However, this time, her voice was loud and had a lilt of hope. “Are we finally saved?” She asked, and everyone else looked at each other with teary eyes.

Well… are they?