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

Fargo looked darkly at Althea, as if sending daggers and dismembering her with his eyes.

Althea’s eyes looked at the number of people and knew that they’d be reaching the winning requirement soon. That was: For half of the people who passed the Teleportation array to breach the main walls of a territory.

However, if they left without getting the token, Fargo would lose yes, but it would just lose half its assets and people. She didn’t dare underestimate Fargo at all! She couldn’t give him the chance to get back up after this.

She looked at her stats. Her remaining mana wouldn’t be able to do much damage against people level 20 and above. It was fortunate that all they could do was block attacks for Fargo.

Similarly, such a pity her husband and the others couldn’t enter either, so at least they’d be able to block hits for the other Alterans. Injuries were inevitable, after all, the enemy aborigines were not weak.

It broke her heart, but there had been lethal shots that had hit her people. There were unfortunately some deaths on her side already.

Most of these deaths were directly under Fargo’s hands.

While shots towards him were blocked by strong mercenaries, he would either use the crossbow he stole from one of her people, or he would throw sharp rocks with incredible aim.

Only she had the full-body defense equipment. Fargo simply had to use his well-honed assassination skills to take down her people.

The only reason he couldn’t get more was because they still had a lot of shields to block his attacks and that Fargo was—fortunately—still a new elementalist and his control and mana were still limited in the end.

Regardless, she had to trim those guards down! She must take Fargo down as soon as possible!

Heaving a deep breath, she raised the Bellagio as she chewed on her mana cookie.

[Used! Perfect Aim! -10 Mana!]

[Used! Triple Shot! -30 Mana!]

Swoosh! Swoosh!

She couldn’t afford to waste any now so she targeted those that could be killed. She tried hitting as many as she could—focusing on those doing the most damage to her people.

There was aborigine with a massive axe swinging around like no tomorrow. The only reason the people he hit were alive was their decent defense equipment which was already on the verge of breaking.

Using her skill, she looked for an opening and let go of the bow.

Woosh!

Hitting him straight through the neck.

”OI!”

”He’s dead! GYA—!”

Whoosh!

”Dead as well!”

Two of the three shots managed to kill people. Sadly, her mana was also draining very quickly. However, the less power there was on the other team, the more leverage her team had to safely take care of the rest.

Eventually, all of Fargo’s men below level 15 were all taken down—at least those around Fargo at this moment—either dead or injured, and they were surrounded by hundreds of Alterans.

The few people from Fargo’s side felt heavy, with Fargo’s eyes so red it could drip blood. Seeing him like this, Althea’s eyebrows rose.

Was her poison working?

That’s right. Like the mana reducer, she also sent a little poison that affected the brain. She hadn’t tested it enough though so she only knew it would give some serious headache to a person even with the improved physiques.

She couldn’t test it on an Alteran, so she went on a limb and gave it to Juni to see who it could affect, ideally someone with impact in the war.

Like the other one, she also gave Juni the prerogative of who to give it to. There were too many variables to instruct her of a specific target, and Althea was very impressed she got it to Fargo himself.

Of course, the fact that it could only cause headaches for now meant that Fargo was still intrinsically very strong.

The main component of this poison was the common louj plant—one of the first plants she had studied in this world—but the synthesis required was cumbersome so she wasn’t able to create a lot either. She wondered what else it could do, but for now, Fargo was obviously not in the mood to answer any of her inquiries.

Fargo had no idea that he would become another victim of the future Poison Queen (or that she was even considering to interview him as a test subject), and simply ran his aching mind as to what he should do to get out of this situation.

It was around this time that Aka looked at the side and then to the lord. ”The slaves are here.”

Oh?

Fargo looked in a direction and saw a mob of people dragging themselves to where they were.

He had long ordered all the slaves to go inside when he saw the shift in momentum. He was even tempted to take back the rest of his fighting force outside but decided against it. If they weren’t there, more Alterans would get inside and they might as well accept they lost their war!

The slaves took a while to get there because they were extremely weakened—as one could see with how they were dragging their bodies like zombies, some with blood trailing in their steps.

But none of this affected Fargo at all; he didn’t care that they were already pushed well beyond their bodies’ limits—he just needed his meat shields!

Soon more and more slaves came in and some citizens who had been wanting to join for the gold saw the cannon fodders coming in, getting out to join them.

[ATTACK!]

Fargo’s order resounded in every slave’s mind and they poured in like a swarm of ants, suddenly increasing their pace—though for some they could even hear bones creaking and muscles being sprained.

More than a thousand slaves immediately lunged toward them like zombies and for a moment the Alterans were a little at loss.

Imagine several hundreds of people squeezing in a small space, pushing them aside like a tsunami!

There were too many and they might literally drown their forces with their numbers.

But more than that—they could see the slaves’ poor states!

That bastard Fargo!!