After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 581

Fargo looked darkly at Althea, as if sending daggers and dismembering her with his eyes.

Althea’s eyes looked at the number of people and knew that they’d be reaching the winning requirement soon. That was: For half of the people who passed the Teleportation array to breach the main walls of a territory.

However, if they left without getting the token, Fargo would lose yes, but it would just lose half its assets and people. She didn’t dare underestimate Fargo at all! She couldn’t give him the chance to get back up after this.

She looked at her stats. Her remaining mana wouldn’t be able to do much damage against people level 20 and above. It was fortunate that all they could do was block attacks for Fargo.

Similarly, such a pity her husband and the others couldn’t enter either, so at least they’d be able to block hits for the other Alterans. Injuries were inevitable, after all, the enemy aborigines were not weak.

It broke her heart, but there had been lethal shots that had hit her people. There were unfortunately some deaths on her side already.

Most of these deaths were directly under Fargo’s hands.

While shots towards him were blocked by strong mercenaries, he would either use the crossbow he stole from one of her people, or he would throw sharp rocks with incredible aim.

Only she had the full-body defense equipment. Fargo simply had to use his well-honed assassination skills to take down her people.

The only reason he couldn’t get more was because they still had a lot of shields to block his attacks and that Fargo was—fortunately—still a new elementalist and his control and mana were still limited in the end.

Regardless, she had to trim those guards down! She must take Fargo down as soon as possible!

Heaving a deep breath, she raised the Bellagio as she chewed on her mana cookie.

[Used! Perfect Aim! -10 Mana!]

[Used! Triple Shot! -30 Mana!]

Swoosh! Swoosh!

She couldn’t afford to waste any now so she targeted those that could be killed. She tried hitting as many as she could—focusing on those doing the most damage to her people.

There was aborigine with a massive axe swinging around like no tomorrow. The only reason the people he hit were alive was their decent defense equipment which was already on the verge of breaking.

Using her skill, she looked for an opening and let go of the bow.

Woosh!

Hitting him straight through the neck.

"OI!"

"He’s dead! GYA—!"

Whoosh!

"Dead as well!"

He had long ordered all the slaves to go inside when he saw the shift in momentum. He was even tempted to take back the rest of his fighting force outside but decided against it. If they weren’t there, more Alterans would get inside and they might as well accept they lost their war!

The slaves took a while to get there because they were extremely weakened—as one could see with how they were dragging their bodies like zombies, some with blood trailing in their steps.

But none of this affected Fargo at all; he didn’t care that they were already pushed well beyond their bodies’ limits—he just needed his meat shields!

Soon more and more slaves came in and some citizens who had been wanting to join for the gold saw the cannon fodders coming in, getting out to join them.

[ATTACK!]

Fargo’s order resounded in every slave’s mind and they poured in like a swarm of ants, suddenly increasing their pace—though for some they could even hear bones creaking and muscles being sprained.

More than a thousand slaves immediately lunged toward them like zombies and for a moment the Alterans were a little at loss.

Imagine several hundreds of people squeezing in a small space, pushing them aside like a tsunami!

There were too many and they might literally drown their forces with their numbers.

But more than that—they could see the slaves’ poor states!

That bastard Fargo!!