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

There were hundreds of guards and slaves (and counting) who managed to flow inside from various points of the territory. Naturally, except for some skeletal forces in other areas, the guards and brave citizens headed to the area to deal with the intruders.

Inside the walls, chaos ensued as the intruders entered the territory, aiming to destroy as much as they could.

Before, when torturing other villages, it was just fun. But now, they were extremely vindictive. They hated this territory to the core!

However, how easy could it be?

Would the Alterrans let them enter deep into the territory? Of course not!

They had only managed to get in due to sheer numbers—also of slaves, who they could just use as literal shields.

They couldn’t even get past 100 meters safely!

The others gasped and some of them were also hit by the arrows. Some were from sentries while some were from archers. The sentries were still more formidable though, as at the right angle it could skewer two or three people at a time! Because the roads were so wide, the damned weapons also had clearer paths to them!

Within this area, there were also archers from the houses’ balconies! The intruders were practically showered with weapons!

Unlike the programmed sentries, the humans could target them even with slaves up front.

The Alterrans felt guilty for killing poor slaves like this of course, but they could push the feelings down if it meant taking down an enemy aiming to destroy their home!

Either way, the human archers were still lower in level than their enemies, so unfortunately they couldn’t kill a lot. It was still the sentries that managed to take lives.

However, even if the more powerful ones didn’t die, their equipment was losing durability. They knew that if they stayed here, they’d be destroyed before they could even do damage to the territory!

”Get out of the range of the walls!” the team lead yelled, running deeper into the territory, hoping to get into more houses and out of the line of fire.

They used their numbers and charged forward, some were hit and some managed to hide within the crowd and the wall of slaves they surrounded themselves with.

The fact that they were mostly in avenues or on wide roads meant there were a lot of people left open, and it was incredibly annoying!

However, there were still many people who managed to escape and they gasped in relief, finding cover. While some were still hit by some citizens shooting from their balconies, the Guians were still stronger on average and didn’t die.

They celebrated too early though.

SWOOSH!

”Ahhhh!” One yelled as he was pierced by an arrow. Because they didn’t know where it came from, the ’slave shield’ didn’t work, thereby killing him.

The people next to him immediately backed away, looking around to determine where the heck it came from. Someone with sharp eyes studied the angle and saw an aesthetic tower not too far away.

He paled. ”Sentries! They have sentries inside the territory!”

They had such a hard time getting past the ones outside, only to find out there were still sentries inside?!

Just how rich was this damned territory?!

The team lead cursed but he kept his cool. ”Calm down!” he yelled. ”They aren’t as dense inside! Find some cover or areas without them!!”

This seemed to have woken up the panicked Guia citizens and their moment of panic only made them angrier to Alterra.

They quickly located the sentries by sight and avoided those locations as much as they could, but they had their shields with them the whole time. It made them slow but it saved their lives in the end.

More and more enemies entered and several streets—wide and narrow—became battlegrounds between the intruders and the guards, as well as many brave citizens.

The guards formed a sort of defensive line to protect the heart of the town, trying to keep the enemies as close to the walls as possible. The citizens were not idle as they all had their weapons out, prepared to mob anyone who passed the impromptu ’barrier’.

There were also archers all around, some in the battlements, and some above the roofs. However, there were many enemies, and it wasn’t an easy task to clear them out at all.

”GO!” The enemies yelled, and the surviving slaves soon headed towards the barrier of guards, sobbing, believing it was finally their time to die as everyone else had.

They didn’t understand how they managed to get past the sentries and it was torturous not knowing when you’d die.

But now it was finally their time and, at this thought, they felt a complicated mix of terror and relief.

One of them was Liga, thirty-two years old, who had been a Guia slave for about a year now. His job had been to clean the higher-class areas every waking hour, which was all the time except for the two or three hours of rest that he was given.

It was so tiring and oftentimes the guards would bully him and beat him up just for fun. They would even make him put his face on the stuff he cleans—mostly feces.

He had always wondered why he was alive and what was so good about it.

There was also Hoku, a young goblin, who had an unfortunate accident a few weeks ago and lost the feeling in one of his hands, rendering him unable to dig up mines with hard rocks like the others. He was designated as a cleaner slave as well, but the type with a lot of digging in the ground to bury corpses in.

Not long ago, he had to dig a lot for his own brethren.

Both were ready to die and, frankly, they weren’t too reluctant to face it.

What they didn’t know was that the guards were ordered to simply faint the slaves—as long as it didn’t endanger their or any Alterran’s lives—while obliterating those who weren’t.

The fights continued and soon the main forces began to attack as well. The enemies had higher average levels but the Alterrans, with their wit, equipment, and courage, were not pushed back.

Although many of the guards weren’t as formally trained as the soldiers, they still knew more and were braver than the stronger guards of Guia who had no sense of loyalty at all.

They would fight together even in the face of a Goliath, and this was something incomprehensible to most aborigines.

Rather than the sheer strength Alterra had, this was the point that truly made its forces formidable.