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

Besston’s side had seen relative success this time. Most of the sentries they needed to take down were taken down, and while the wall itself hadn’t buckled, with having few working sentries, it might as well be.

Otto and Olga rushed here and helped defend, but they could only focus on taking down the projectiles that were now dropping on the houses and the population. For people below level 20, getting hit by this was lethal. They also had to deal with the enemy powerhouses going in.

BANG!

BANG!

All sides of the battlements had fighters, but the powerhouses headed straight to where the nearest leaks were. Or at least where they were about to be created.

There were only two areas being attacked by the sentries with intact walls. One side was guarded by Zaol and two of his sons, and the other side had Gregory and Mattheo from Holt, as well as several others.

One of the reasons why Balthazar insisted on investing so much money in leasing so many trebuchets was precisely to gather the powerhouses in specific areas. Even if the actual dismantling of the walls took a while, it didn’t matter. The real goal was to keep the powerhouses away from the most sensitive areas.

If they were busy, then teams like Waran’s could enter with more ease, damaging the inner parts of the territory, targeting the people who were actually important.

At some point, when Alterra’s cannons managed to cause sufficient damage to an area near the enemy trebuchets, Gregor took this as his chance to go on the offensive.

However, it was still not easy, because Alterra wasn’t the only one with City-level forces there.

There was at least one level 45-50 person, mostly from the city, guarding one trebuchet! This meant that if there was a trio of trebuchets, as was the case in Gregor’s area, then there could be a handful of people at this level dedicated to guarding the weapons!

Another one of their tasks was to make sure the tool returned to Hassen in one piece, and also to ensure their side’s victory.

So, when Gregory rushed over, he had to deal with at least four powerhouses. Mattheo rushed over to help out, helping defend him against the other powerhouses there.

BANG!

SLAM!

BANG!

The battles between level 50s and above were naturally not peaceful. A small area would be swept away by the casting of a single skill.

And Gregor, since he was outside the territory, did not hold back.

[Wind Wall]

”AHHH!”

[Sky Rend]

”GAHHH!”

[Spear of Tempest]

”AGGHHHHH!!”

Unlike the attackers, if he got tired, he simply had to rush back home, either to the hospital or, most likely, the Healing Sanctuary. He’d be up and about again after an hour or so, ready to cause similar if not more damage.

Many of the trebuchets were pushed or rolled forward, right to the scope of the still-standing loose sentries. The people standing on it got trapped, and, since most people were traveling in a large group with sentries taken down, they were easy targets for the sentries.

”AH!”

”OUCH!!”

The weaker ones were shot to death or at least seriously injured, while the stronger ones either barely defended or had to take on damage as well.

Similarly, Mattheo was also showering his enemies with his own elements.

Mattheo was a rare ice user, while his master—Cauis, though he wasn’t here at the moment—was a high-level sand user, and he also caused a lot of damage to the masses.

The masses tried to get close to stop the two powerhouses. Slaves were ordered to do so too, even at the cost of their lives, but the intense fight between strongmen would just push them back or even roll towards the sentries. They were also very busy with the powerhouses standing on the battlement.

At the same time, because it was so chaotic, the trebuchet would always get displaced, even by a bit, and they were unable to focus attacks, and therefore the damage became much more spread out.

Oftentimes, they’d throw an enemy to catch the projectile, completely missing its mark. The best cases were when the projectile was stopped early in its flight, and it could just fall down to the attacker’s side instead!

As long as the projectile went through a dwarven trebuchet, it would have an extra penetration effect! The concept was similar to how Elementalist attacks could cause more damage to equipment! Even if it just fell down, even if it was at a low height, it was actually still useful.

Some projectiles missed altogether, so now there were plenty of rocks next to the loose sentries that did not even touch the walls!

Mattheo would throw a large ice spear near the trebuchet, finally impaling one of the operators. It wasn’t one of the powerhouses, but at least one of the trebuchets—even if just for a while—wouldn’t churn out another projectile.

Gregor did the same to another trebuchet. So, for now, the risk of their part of the wall falling as the others had dipped down.

On the contrary, now that the projectiles had lessened, they could focus on handling the enemy powerhouses, and another set of terrifying attacks was exchanged.

The powerhouses cursed, sending skill after skill, too, not believing the enemy would be fine after their onslaught.

Unfortunately for them, whenever Gregor and they were in trouble, they would just jump back to within the sentries’ scopes, suddenly gaining assistance from the sentries! They’d avoid the enemies until they recovered, drinking potions or eating food while sending out hits.

Later, it would be similar to a wheel battle. If Gregor or Mattheo needed to have a rest, someone else or a team would take their place to cause chaos, eventually disabling the trebuchets so they would no longer be threats to this side.

This was for later. For now, there were still replacement operators to keep the tools running, and the enemy powerhouses were still alive and well to protect them. For now, the attackers were just annoyed at the interference.

They glared at Gregor and Metteo, annoyed at their ’cowardice’ of prolonging the fight. ”DAMNIT!”