After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1321

If he wasn't stupid, how could he not see what was happening?!

Immediately, his sword was raised, and he looked guardedly at the bastards.

Whoosh!

The projectile was quick and light, and due to his distraction with the enemies, he noticed it too late!

The gooey substance shot on his feet. "Damnit!"

He was a level 40+ man and a little glue couldn't contain him for more than a few seconds, but it was enough for the two other strongmen as well as their guards.

His level managed to pull out the grass, but the distraction was enough to take a direct hit to the stomach.

"OUGH!"

Without allowing him to breathe, another attack smacked him from behind, and another from the side, and so on.

Fortunately, his defense equipment was still working for now, and it allowed Bentro to recover to some degree—enough to use a skill.

[REPULSION WAVE]

He yelled, pushing the enemies away with a skill, and they stepped away, making no further moves.

Bentro was panting a bit in shock, and he glared at two of his greatest allies who were now teaming up against him.

Both of them might have lower levels than him—both were level 40—but he knew that each one could cause him trouble, and now both of them were going against him at the same time.

These two were from his generation and had been lifelong rivals, and one of the things they battled for was his—the Lord's—friendship and favor!

They would give him the best gifts and slaves, attempting one up each other each chance they got. They were the last people he'd think would cooperate!!

How could they be cooperating like this, and fighting him together?!

"Why are you doing this?!"

At this, the two appeared next to him and began his attacks. For a while, Bentro could only focus on defense.

Slash!

"You think that you can keep taking our property away from us to weaken us and we won't say anything about it?!"

STAB!

"You think we don't know how you've been trying to get us to fight, so we will never get along?"

BANG!

"We know how you frame the other when it was your own doing—" Illyan sneered, spitting. "We actually knew most of them, but we didn't make an issue because we really didn't like each other anyway."

SLAM!

"But… we have our limits too, you know."

Bentro looked at them with gritted teeth, feeling his defense equipment's durability being chipped bit by bit. They were not wrong. The past few decades he had always profited off their dislike of each other. He had taken it for granted!

His eyes sharpened as he looked at them, hands defensively gripping on his weapon. "Then, which one would take the token?"

These two had been rivals for decades! He didn't believe they had truly started an alliance when there was only 1 token!

Illyan couldn't help but chuckle derisively. "We did more than enough for you compared to what you have done for us," he said. "We are what built this town—and you know it. We'll just be giving it back to who it belongs."

Weigo smirked. "The irony… I never would've thought we'd share a grandchild."

Ilyan nodded. "Funny that we only found out recently, and we found out about it in a very odd way."

"Anyway, we only had one child each and our level made it unlikely for us to father talented children again," Weigo said. "This means that our sole protege would be that child."

They grinned. "You don't even have offspring. Who are you going to pass it to?"

At this, the two of them stepped forward, looking down at the Lord who had lost his footing—in many senses of the word.

"It's time… to pass it on to the next generation."

They raised their weapons together and—with a heavy weight of their hands—finally took the former lord's life.

…

"Success."

A few hundred meters away, a certain soldier looked at this exact scene through his scope. He nodded when he saw them rummage through the Lord's dead body, soon coming up with the Token hidden on his clothes.

They had no doubt the Token was on him. After all, he was running to the safest place—the Warehouse—and aborigines mind were already biased with the fact that the Warehouse was the absolute safest place to hide during wars.

However, Eagle could not be completely happy. After all, there were still a few things to do, and someone to find.

Sigh.

Where's Chris?