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

The fight entered its climax and each fighter could no longer care for the others, focusing on their own to avoid serious damage.

On another side of the field near the sentry scope, Leon and Santos (the Soldier), partnered together with five aborigines. They dealt with a group twice as large as theirs, but with teamwork and strategy, they had been avoiding some casualties.

While still a bit dangerous, they had bright eyes.

It was exhilarating to fight alongside the captain and the others again!

Back in Fargo, even if they witnessed grave injustices, they had to hold back a lot. No matter how angry they were, they had no choice but to do so because if they got kicked out, they would leave their allies even more vulnerable inside.

Their internal organs got so stressed and, if their physiques hadn’t been improved, they were sure they’d have suffered internal bleeding.

Anyway, Santos skillfully swung his sword, using his earth element to aid with his mobility. Every swipe of his sword, there was someone who got injured.

There was Leon, also a swordsman, but he preferred to use the surrounding vegetation to trip or even tie down his enemies.

They were in a forest, and unlike the others who thought trees were obstacles, to him they were part of his skills.

He used his abilities to bind people to the trees to temporarily slow or even disable them, which would then be taken advantage of by him and his teammates, killing the trapped people one by one.

It didn’t matter if they were outnumbered one-is-to-three—or even five— they would still win!

…

Not far from them, Jake was also fighting with two people. One was a swordsman by occupation and another was a guard who could use swords.

Unlike the smooth fights of the others though, his was a bit of a challenge. The enemies this time were level 17 and 16, respectively, which wasn’t that much lower than his own level at 19, and one of them was even an elementalist.

Unfortunately, they managed to lead him away from his teammates, though he didn’t mind too much at first because he could really take them on, even if just for a while.

Unexpectedly, the jerks would fight dirty (okay, he should’ve expected it). The elementalist—a level 16 wind user—took out a bag from his space and blew it on him.

His eyes widened and he felt his knees buckle, making him fall down. ”Heh! I got you now!!” the man yelled, and the other also attacked. ”Hurry! That powder can’t work for long at our level!”

Jake’s eyes widened, cursing himself. Too careless! Too confident!

What will happen to Yiyi when he didn’t return?!

However, instead of the expected slash of pain, he saw a subtle flash of light instead. When he didn’t feel any damage, he realized it for what it was!

The protection charm!

At this point, a lot of the enemies had also realized they must’ve had magic defense tools since their defense weapons weren’t high level enough to have full-body defense.

They cursed, trying to continuously attack him while he was down, though Jake quickly rolled around to avoid them. ”How many of those do they have?!”

”What city is their backer?” another yelled, stabbing at him, though Jake had already gotten his bearing at this point.

Jake laughed out loud, using his remaining mana to pull up a small rock plateau to throw them off.

Using the soil used in the bat, he let it fall down right on their bodies. He then jumped up and took out his weapon, finally taking them out.

He took out his last protection charm, which unfortunately had a little crack already. Still, how many times did it shield him today? It’s amazing!

Sister-in-law’s the best!

…

Not far away, Rowan was throwing fireballs against his enemy, a level 20 spearman, in a rare one-on-one battle.

He was actually weaker in level but thanks to his own talent and all the learnings he had in the barracks, he was actually standing his ground.

Most of his injuries happened during the rain, actually, where he couldn’t use his element. He was imbalanced at first but was protected by the lord’s protection charm as well as Loki’s strategic kiting of enemies.

But now, his last protection charm had been destroyed, and he had also weakened a bit.

Still, Rowan did not back down nor did he let his momentum stagnant. In fact, it even increased because he felt himself improving in this life-or-death fight.

Slash!

Clank!

Bang!

”ORCSHIT!” the enemy yelled as he was pushed back. ”Why are you still standing?!”

”GO DOWN ALREADY!” The man yelled, swinging his spear with brute strength.

Rowan was on the defensive during this barrage, and while he obviously struggled, he managed to lead his enemy to the thicker canopies to shield him from the rain.

He took out the dried leaves (sold by some stall merchants for very low prices) and then he used it as fuel to help out his fire.

Rowan used his fire as a booster —something he learned from Plaridel—and gracefully avoided a skilled swipe. Rowan used it again to propel himself forward, and his sword finally penetrated into the man’s stomach.

The man screamed, letting go of his weapon. He shakily held Rowan’s hands in an attempt to pull it out, but Rowan quickly enflamed his hands, burning the dying man.

When the enemy’s lifeless body finally dropped on the forest floor, Rowan smiled.

Finally!

…

Silva at this time was against three people. He was the only non-elementalist in their side, which was something he never would’ve imagined before, but he was not weak at all.

The man’s silvery hair moved along with him, damp from the rain, but shimmering from the remaining sunlight. He was panting a bit after so many enemies.

He was level 40, yes, but being mobbed by so many still took a bit of a toll to him.

He sighed and looked at his mana, deciding to use another technique to hasten this battle.

There was silence in the air and, for a second, it felt like he couldn’t be seen. Then a moment later he had already beheaded two level 20s.

The Guians were shocked, belatedly realizing there was a swarm of forces that met on the corpses’ bodies, destroying them from within.

They gasped, looking pale. ”Damn! That’s a Class C technique, at least!”

They heard of techniques like these. Most of them were only found in cities!

”Who is this guy!?”