After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 541

Fifteen minutes ago.

Fargo and his main guards—a group of seven including Belize, Uzon, two level 13s, a level 14, and a level 17—mightily traversed street after street, striding in a direction.

He had a dark expression on his face, the slight tingling of the familiar headache not making things any better.

"Those bastards!" Uzon beside him gritted his teeth, "So sly!"

They went out as soon as they found out that the interior walls had been breached. Putting aside the fact that they had no idea when the bastards got past the outer wall, it took a quarter of an hour for them to find out the enemies had breached both walls!

While they heard of gunshots and had planned to check, they assumed the guards found the people who was causing trouble inside.

They cursed at the difficulty of communication in this place, making them lose some important timings.

Belize had Aether letters, of course, but they were just enough for a few members of his team. One of whom happened to have been killed before the war by Garan and the others. The man had tried to access it in an attempt to contact Belize, but he died without an inch of skin clean.

Fargo’s face didn’t change as the men around him ranted, just continuing on his strides. He looked at the three people following his group. They were all from Sen’s team, and they were the ones to run to him to tell him the enemies were inside. "What happened?"

"They… they built slides over the wall. They came in one by one but did it fast. They handled the battlement guards with ease so many people could come in."

At this, Fargo opened the panel to see how many new powerful names appeared and how a few of his own high-leveled people had also disappeared.

He did not look for twenty minutes—this damned headache—and so much had changed.

He looked at the siblings Eso and Eli. "Go outside and assist with blocking the rest of them."

"Yes, Milord!" The two exclaimed, running towards the gate to do their tasks.

Everyone knew the rules. Even if they dealt with those inside the main walls, if even a fraction of those remaining people went in, then they could lose.

"Where are the slaves?"

"They’re on standby in their sty near the gates, milord," Uzon said, referring to their no-better-than-pig accommodations located by the outer wall.

Fargo then shifted to his panel to send out an order.

To all Slaves, he said, block the inner walls with your life.

After sending the orders, he directed his attention to the three reporting guards.

"What else?"

This made the men flinched but they hurried to report to him what happened. "There were many elementalists, and a few proficient ones. They had Class D weapons and equipment. From what we saw, they all had it."

"What?"

One of the mercenaries looked at him. "Impossible! Hundreds of people in a village can’t have that many!"

"B-But that’s what we saw!"

Fargo didn’t seem to care about this discussion. "So you ran straight to me, right?"

"Yes, yes, sir!"

"So many of you?"

They paled and the next thing they knew they had bullets exploding their brains.

"Shame," Fargo said, continued walking forward as if he didn’t just shoot a few people. He knew they probably ran to him not simply to inform him—but because of fear.

He didn’t need cowards feeding off his hands.

…

The headed towards the area of the breach, striding quickly, expecting to reach within a few more minutes.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a group of enemies so early on. They were a group of about a dozen people with weapons out and they met each other’s eyes.

There was a short standstill, their twelve people facing his seven, and it was a moment later that one of their leaders yelled:

"It’s Fargo!" he said, "I saw his handdrawn portrait on our announcement board!"