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

While Alterra’s war had ended, Vismont’s was also at its end… it was just that victory didn’t lean their way.

Matthew swung his sword, swiping at an enemy or two, but they shot back at him with equal fervor, injuring him. He was filled with grime and blood, stabbing those who had been trying to get inside the walls—and to be honest, it felt endless. They were swarming in like fire ants.

”KILL!” he ordered, slashing continuously even when his arms felt like it was about to give way. For the next half an hour, he and the remaining guards tried to kill the enemies coming in, but there were too many.

He knew war would come to them eventually, but it was hard to believe they were losing so badly.

They were currently going against Shrao Village, a territory from the West.

These people fought like they had nothing to lose.

On the other hand, Matthew and the others had everything to lose.

Unfortunately, that last enemy did land inside their walls, indicating the technical end of the war.

[Your Village, Vismont Village (Lv3) has been defeated by Shrao Village (Lv3).]

Matthew felt his head was ringing, his pupils constricted as he watched the enemies celebrate in front of him.

”We won, we won!”

The enemies cried, outright sobbing. In contrast, many of the locals froze, a lot of them seeing the slavery announcements in front of them.

The enemy lord—Shiro—smiled widely as he looked at his people. ”WE WON!” he repeated. ”Go get our people!”

”Yes sir!” they yelled, many heading back to the arrays. Although Shrao had already won, the arrays were still open for the entire maximum duration of the war.

He then looked at the rest of the team. ”Don’t be complacent! The rules are still null!”

”Yes, milord!”

Matthew’s eyebrows narrowed.

Why are they staying?

Normally, once a territory had won, they would leave with their winnings.

According to the aborigine hires, most attackers should be going out as soon as they won lest they risked a lot more deaths, especially since it was very rare for the lord to be on the front line himself, so people didn’t usually spend their remaining strength looking for the token.

Looking at this situation, he felt even more unsettled, and he looked around, looking for an escape route. However, he realized there were enemies everywhere and he was left wondering if he could get out of this situation that just kept worsening as time went on.

He looked at his people who were all gravely injured, and then at the enemy forces who were even more bloodied due to the sentries. Their average strength was at level 9 or 10, which was superior to them but not by too much, considering that this was their home ground.

The main reason why Vismont lost was because these people pushed through, regardless of their injuries.

Their tenacity was… insane.

He looked at the lord who led people like this.

It was a handsome man with ash-blonde hair, not much older than he was in appearance. He was just within the level cap as well. He was a rare aborigine lord who led the attack himself, igniting fire under his people, and making sure they kept fighting, all while leading by example.

In other circumstances, Matthew might have admired this man. Sadly, he was the one losing.

Matthew raised his sword, ”You already won! You’re going to get so much of our people and resources already, leave!”

The enemy lord tapped his spear to the ground, ”No. We’re taking over this place,” he said with sternness, confirming Matthew’s fears.

Their eyes met, and Matthew was met with sharp eyes who would absolutely not allow for refusal. ”I want ’it’.”

Lords, generally, don’t openly announce the tokens get detached for their own safety, not unless they had absolute confidence in their own power.

Matthew understood and didn’t say anything else. He simply looked at the man beside their lord.

He was around in his early thirties and had a devilish aura around him.

He recognized him as Cain.

”You… aren’t you Terran? How dare you bring enemies here?”

Cain smirked, making the scar that covered half his face look even more menacing.

”You remember I’m a brethren when you kicked me out the territory!”

”You killed many women!” Matthew retorted. How dare he act like a victim?!

The enemy lord didn’t seem to care about their drama, crossing his arms. ”We don’t have that much time, give it.”

Matthew didn’t move, and it made Cain sneer.

”What? Is your sister just a cover? You just don’t want to let go of power after all?”

Matthew frowned. Obviously, he was reluctant because he couldn’t trust them right? Who would trust people who’d ally with a man like Cain? Let alone it was a territory that had attacked theirs!

However, it reminded him that this time there was no sister to protect. She was safe and sound elsewhere. She even found a man who would protect her.

This gave him a sense of relief—the only thing that made him feel better after all these.

Impatient, Shiro crossed his arms. ”Slaves,” he said. ”Come here.”

There were gasps all around, including Matthew’s. ”What are you doing?”

Shiro ignored him and continued his commands. People cried as they watched several of their friends walk without their own control.

Some tried to stop them, but they were pushed aside by the slaves, suddenly becoming a bit more powerful than before. At this time, Shiro raised his slave and pointed in a random direction in front of him.

”Do you want to see them skewer themselves?”

Matthew’s heart dropped, and his eyes widened when one of the slaves was less than a meter away from the sharp edge.

”STOP!” he yelled, and fortunately Shiro did stop the slaves from going forward.

Matthew heaved a deep breath, ”Only if you promise not to hurt anyone else.”

At this, he found the sharp end of a spear pointed at his neck. ”You talk as if we can’t force it out of you.”