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

In contrast to this, the Guia Villagers were generally stronger physically and in level, but that was about it.

As soon as their lives were truly threatened, it was easy for them to just want to run away. A lot of Guia guards were already looking for hiding spots, while some were already thinking of ways to get out of this alive.

For example, what information could they give—without failing their oaths and getting punished—in exchange for their freedom?

Sadly, none of them could think of loopholes or sensitive information they were privy to, so the option left was to run.

Guia Village was the strongest in the region and its people had a sense of pride in that. When outside, they acted a lot like they were nobles, as if other villages were beneath their feet.

Before this, they had never encountered a challenge at the village level, so Alterra—which had dropped obstacle after obstacle—was something really new to them.

Obviously, they couldn’t handle it well.

This was in contrast to Alterra’s soldiers, even those who had been civilians their whole lives.

When injured, they would still fight, if the injury began to hinder their movements, then they would drink medicine.

In the eyes of the Guian forces, they were bugs that could not be killed.

”Damn! They’re endless!” Tae, one of the team leads there, yelled out. He was panting heavily with many wounds on his body. He was fighting against two people several levels lower than he was, but just when he thought he could get rid of one, he proceeded to drink another freaking potion!

This was the third one since their fight started! How many potions did each of them have?!

They should torture them to give them some healing potions, but the enemy was too strongm and most of their energy was left to defend.

They were also shocked by the number of elementalists. Although many were still adjusting, just the fact that everywhere one looked there was at least one element floating was extremely baffling to them.

As time passed, the hope of overcoming these people was wearing thin, more and more doubts occupied their hearts, and the need to escape was getting stronger and stronger.

Did they… make the wrong choice?

…

Time passed by and more and more people from Guia—died or were taken down. Their momentum had been dipping a lot and some were too occupied to find ways to escape that they not only failed to contribute to their side, it also distracted them enough and ultimately caused their losses.

However, at the same time, more of them also managed to enter from the outside, replacing the forces that were lost inside.

In the end, things were still not so easy. After all, the Alterrans were still a fraction of the Guians in quantity and in level. At the same time, the strongest forces were keeping Baltimore and his cronies at bay outside the territory.

Fortunately, this only made the Alterrans a bit tired but they had yet to see a single casualty. After all, even if someone was gravely injured, some logistics officer would just pull this person straight to the hospital to get treated by their expert doctors and Healers.

Of course, with the sheer number of enemies, it was inevitable for some to get past the initial line of defense and head towards the interior of the territory in hopes of finding a place to hide until the war ended.

However, despite the guards and citizens being less dense there, it didn’t mean there was no line of defense. Ignoring the sentries, there were still citizens who were looking out of their homes.

Most Alterrans had kept up with their training and had the best weapons they could afford at the moment. So even if there were no guards, the citizens themselves tended to take care of the trespassers.

A bit deeper in the territory, there were Althea, Ansel, and the others, who were kiting and clearing enemies bit by bit, trying to control them in one area.

To minimize casualties on Alterra’s side, they naturally always took the route of weakening the enemy first. When she saw that the enemies were clustered enough, she would throw a paralysis bomb here and there, with the wind users keeping the ’poison’ on the enemy side.

Because the enemy had no wind elementalist, no one could try to blow it away.

Luckily or unluckily, the victims happened to be mostly slaves, and a lot of them fell, leaving many of the enemies more vulnerable to their attacks.

Scores of low-leveled people fell down, while some higher-leveled ones felt dizzy, and were therefore easier to deal with.

Minutes ticked by and an enemy fell every couple of seconds that passed. One of the team leads forced himself to look around him, realizing what the situation had become.

”WHAT?!” Tae screamed as he saw half his team was already taken down.

In his anger, he went berserk and turned, targeting a group of obvious civilians helping out the war.

This group was made of farmers including Dennis, who was holding inexpensive but had a strong Class E weapon made of bones, innovated by their armory of course.

Basically, Class E weapons that the custom armory churned out were made of monster bones, which was superior to the predominantly wood equipment Class E weapons available in the system Weapon Shop.

Anyway, this helped the group—who were all below level 10—stand on their own, though they usually would have to group together to deal with fewer enemies.

Tae was a level 15 individual. How could a bunch of level 6s and 7s deal with him without getting hurt?

Clank! Clank! Stab!

”Ah!” Dennis yelled as his grip on his weapon loosened after a single wave of the enemy’s hand. With another wave, he was blown back, his defense equipment losing durability very quickly.

”DENNIS!” his teammates yelled, but Tae’s own people appeared to stop them. They immediately attacked and punched and kicked.

Although they were not as strong as Tae—only level 11 or so—they were still far stronger than the civilians they were dealing with. It was only because the Alterrans were wearing defense equipment that they could still stand.

Tae, who had been livid, was determined to vent on someone. He was ready to stab Dennis to death when a long blade suddenly appeared between them.

It sliced the front of Tae’s chest, though it was not lethal due to the level difference.

Similarly, metallic spikes appeared in front of Tae’s teammates, forcing them to step back and take a look at whoever was stopping their much-needed venting.

It was two tall and handsome men with tanned skin, and they stood tall in front of their fellowmen.

”Helios! Hugo!” Dennis yelled, almost sobbing. No, he was crying as he was hurriedly pulled back by his teammates.

”My turn,” Helios said with a smile, his uncle was still and silent but he appeared like an unsheathed sword ready to attack.

Tae spat at the side, waving his weapon. ”Your turn to die, you mean,” the aborigine said and he immediately lunged forward. He would give it his all from the get-go.

He could tell: These men were not easy targets!