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

The war went on, with the enemy’s tens of thousands of forces approaching the walls, more than a thousand of which were past level 20.

They were rained on by cannons or arrows, though it was notable that the cannons were usually absent where elements flew.

Fargo sneered, thinking Alterra was still too soft.

For a while, it was like this: attack and receive. Some were taken down—their life and deaths dependent on their levels—and some would get past these attacks and enter the shielded areas or the areas near the elementlaists.

The elementalists would continue to protect their own side, sending their own long-range attacks towards the walls. Similarly, Basset’s main archers would rain down arrows from their distance beyond the scope of the sentries.

They would hit the occasional Alterran or mercenary. Oftentimes, their level or equipment was still enough now that they were still in the early stages of the war, but sometimes they’d fall backwards due to the force.

However, the Alterran logistics team was ready to catch them, sending them to the clinic or to the hospital, depending on the urgency.

Fargo gritted his teeth. He knew their side had already lost a few hundred due to direct hits or subsequent injuries. In contrast, he doubted Alterrans had seen a single death as of now.

He wished to join this war directly, too, but he hadn’t forgotten his oath. While the ambiguity of what was considered ’indirect’ damage hadn’t seemed to affect him much, directly joining the war and hurting an Alterran was a definite violation of it.

For now, he would just help command the back lines, ensuring as much damage as possible.

Ideally, he’d see Garan’s death directly.

More and more shields emerged from the arrays. Even if one of theirs fell, the one next to it would move to replace it, with new ones continuing the path behind.

Alterrans eventually determined that it was a waste of energy to target the shields, opting to just wait for their side to show up and attack.

At the same time, knowing Alterrans, Fargo knew there would probably be more forces moving towards the easements aligned to where the Basset Shields created a path.

However, Fargo believed it wouldn’t matter as much as Alterra hoped, because the differences in power would still be there.

Fargo looked at the man beside him. His stomach flipped in disgust, but also in excitement for the damage he’d cause.

This was none other than Vara, the level 39 head of the Rongo Mercenary Team.

”It’s time now,” he said, about to reiterate some instructions. However, he was not able to say more as he felt his head suddenly tugged back with such force that he thought his scalp would get pulled out of his skull.

”AH!” he gasped, eyes wide, and gritted his teeth when he saw the disgusting man staring at him with cold eyes.

”Don’t think you can order me around, Fargo.”

He shivered in anger and in shock, but knew when to back down. ”I… I apologize,” he squeezed out between grinding teeth.

Vara sneered and threw him down, causing him to fall face first. Fargo shook as he laid down, body dying from anger and humiliation.

Some of their forces walking by even stopped to watch him, some stepping over his body.

He could hear them whisper and chuckle and it took all of Fargo’s patience not to explode at them.

He could only grip the soil, his fingers burying themselves into the earth in his anger. After a deep breath, he pushed himself up, pretending he wasn’t just kissing the ground.

”It’s time for us to have our fun now,” Vara said, turning to the mercenariess next to him. Along with him were dozens of level 30s and hundreds of level 25s or so—all reeking with bloodlust.

They were divided into a few groups, but the people helping the mobs enter were actually the minority.

Most of them had a specific task: Get inside.

”Focus on where the shields are, and go through there,” he said. ”We will puncture through these areas.”

They were not arrogant. Level 5 sentries—even if it wouldn’t easily kill people their level—could still injure them or damage their equipment.

Even if they didn’t believe they’d lose, it would be humiliating to get too injured in this fight.

”Our task is not to clear the way for the others, it’s to directly cause chaos inside— you know where and who your targets are.”

It was always the interior of the territory that was most fun to damage.

Their main mission? To handle all the elders, get the token, and ideally destroy whatever those people held dear in the process!

It excited him so much. How long had it been since he felt this?!

…

As Fargo predicted, a few more teams were placed where the shielded paths were erected. Of course, they did not leave the other places alone, and everyone was trained to be flexible and handle the situations as they changed.

Because the territory was too vast, the powerhouses were spread out. For instance, most of the Golds were assigned in the area nearest the array, while others were separated to ensure that at least a few could respond as soon as the flare was lit up, regardless of where the breach would be.

However, some things were a bit difficult to handle perfectly.

For instance, the area Rin was guarding was directly where some of the shielded paths were, though they were a bit far from where they determined the arrays were. Along with him were a few level 30s as well, mostly from visiting mercenary teams.

There seemed to be dozens of such formations, and he was warned by the Terrans that the enemies would definitely use them to create safer paths for their forces.

This was why, behind him, a team was settled in the easements, prepared to block those people’s ways. After all, only so many people could fit in the battlements and a focused attack would be disadvantageous to the defense.

What they did not expect was that dozens of elite enemies would target theirs, specifically. Rin’s heart dropped and he immediately lit a flare without another thought.

The enemies closed the distance in a blink of an eye and Rin immediately waved his spear. The others also attacked the moment they were in range.

Clank!

Bang!

Pak!

The clash of people in their mid-20s to late-30s began like this, and the wind around the area shook.

Rin cursed when the Level 39 blocked his attack by easily catching the handle of his weapon. In a blink, the man waved his sword, directly attacking his chest!

Crack!

Rin’s eyes widened when he felt the protection charm break, but he didn’t hesitate to try and attack again.

Unfortunately, the man wasn’t alone and could afford to kick people out of way. The men didn’t hunt for them, however. It was no doubt that they were aiming to get out of there as soon as they could before reinforcement could arrive!

In a similar vein, even if several of Alterra’s stronger mercenaries had arrived on time, they could only handle one or two of the enemy powerhouses at a time.

Vara landed on the floor, blocking the subsequent shower of attacks with his Class C equipment.

He grinned. ”Finally inside!”