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

Baltimore watched his hand fall to the ground with wide eyes.

Up until now, he had been in denial that he was losing.

However, literally losing a part of himself was the wake up call that shook his core.

Did he truly lose?!

NO!

”ARGH!!!” Baltimore yelled, using his remaining mana to surround himself with small sharp spikes of earth, exploding around him. Because they were at a distance from the other battles, most of the spikes just hit trees. Some of the people hit were his people, though he did hit a few Alterrans who were promptly handled by their teammates.

Those directed to Garan were blocked off by his ice wall, which slid back straight to him with a wave of Garan’s bloodied hands.

Baltimore’s instincts flared and he once again used his ability to escape. He moved backward swiftly, but this time with unpredictable angles. As he did so, he blocked the bleeding with his ability. It was unhygienic and was not of much help, but it was the best he could do.

As he moved, his eyes shifted to the walls which had long calmed down. From the outside, they could see the slaves and men were either taken down or captured.

He had a feeling the people inside had also already been managed, and there was little they could do to turn this war around.

One way was to get the remainder of the population to the array, but considering how his main forces got crushed inside, he doubted there’d be any changes.

Furthermore, looking at these people, they weren’t planning on letting them go!

His eyes studied the surroundings and also saw many of the fights were closing—none of which had his own people as victors!

Even Ero and Seto—

His mind ran as he defended against Garan, who had obviously slowed down his use of elements as well, but was still holding on to the upper hand—particularly because Baltimore only had one left!

He gritted his teeth in anger, but he turned his body, this time no longer intent to go back to the battle with Garan—but far away from him!

When he got back to his territory, he would regroup and report to the Master. This place would then be frought in wars!

’Let’s see how long you will be able to act like this!’

He ran and avoided Garan’s hits, though Baltimore frowned when saw a fight nearby, specifically at the fight nearest the dense forest, and were therefore blocking his path of escape.

Baltimore rushed into a direction so abruptly with his sword, heading straight to the forests behind the battle.

At this time, Eagle was finishing off the final enemy in his area. The soldier looked pitiful and filled with blood and grime, but around him, there was no more Guian standing.

He smiled, feeling the adrenaline slow down, though he still tried not to lower his guard until the war was over.

However, he was human and after undergoing such a hard fight, his whole being was just tired.

He did not expect that during that one second of a breather—

Slash!

”AHHH!” Eagle yelled, eyes wide as he looked at his detached arm.

Baltimore grinned as he ran past him. ”An arm for an arm!” he yelled, shaking those who turned to his yell, and the Alterrans immediately headed to him while ignoring the few enemies they had left.

”EAGLE!” They yelled, distracted enough that a few enemies almost hit them.

Some of the more level-headed guards fortunately blocked the attacks from their backs, and trusted the others would handle their teammate’s injuries well.

The team carried him and rushed him to the hospital. This left the remaining enemies to be handled by a few—who happened to be very vindictive anyway—and their sense of violence was at its peak.

Suffice to say, the remaining Guians in the area would die very horrible deaths.

Garan had gone after Baltimore, quickly realizing he was making a run for it!

He was very fast and Garan’s mind formulated on how to stop him.

The man sprinted, but Garan did not. If they both just sprinted, Baltimore who had a much higher level would be much faster than he was.

Further, sprinting would disable him from using his elements. Instead, Garan used his ice to create a path for him, though only wide enough to fit his feet, losing mana.

Not far away, small plateaus of rocks appeared where dainty feet landed, before disappearing into the ground again when not in use. She looked like an elf jumping from one pole to another, looking beautiful and graceful as she did so.

The woman raised her Class B arrow, using her skills to determine where the man would run.

Using her remaining mana, she shot, though he managed to avoid it by instinct. It did graze his remaining arm.

Althea frowned in disappointment. That was her last shot.

Fortunately, this one second of delay was enough for her husband to finish everything off.

A sharp metal spike appeared above Baltimore, spiking downwards.

Because he was sprinting and had minimal health and defense, it went through his shoulder and through his heart, pinning him alive to the ground.

Baltimore’s eyes were wide open, and so was his mouth, as it let out pitiful wheezes and gasps. He could no longer move, and the shock wore off and he started feeling the intense pain being impaled alive would cause.

Such a large spike though couldn’t be maintained for long and it disappeared after a second. The damage was done and the man fell down back first. As he lay gasping on the forest floor, his own blood pooled around him.

He breathed heavily, but the water from the rain made him choke. More blood flowed out of him, mixing with the ponds around him, and he could feel his body weaken amidst the agony.

Baltimore shakily looked at the skies, watching the patter of rain fall on him, and the shock of the pain occupying all his senses.

At the back of his mind, he could hear footsteps approach him, and two silhouettes appeared, looking down on him.

That was the last thing he would see, before everything finally turned black.