After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 542

Fargo looked at the massacre and felt veins popping—it wasn’t even just anger. He felt the annoying headache attack his head and his eyes turned red in annoyance.

While he had always had a slight headache back in Terran, it disappeared when they migrated here. Now that it was recurring, he couldn’t help but curse a bit.

In any case, the sight of the fight still ongoing and seeing that the corpses were all his men was exacerbating it a bit.

He swore that Altera would be in his hand and all its citizens would suffer under his rule for causing him this trouble.

As they arrived, the group also saw what the now-dead guards were reporting to him.

To be honest, they thought they were exaggerating, but they soon realized that they weren’t.

Everyone truly had Class D weapons. They also had weapons unavailable to them like crossbows and certain types of armor and shields.

And, of course, the Elementalists.

There was a Terran who breathed fire, made stronger by the oil-filled torch he had in his hand. He created a small area of effect damage that created openings for his team.

Then there was an earth elementalist who made holes that imbalanced his men, and then they’d be stabbed by Class D weapons everyone seemed to have.

This was Altera? So powerful?

Did he miss something?

It had been less than an hour since the war started, and this was not the image he was expecting. He knew there was chaos, but he didn’t imagine it to be an outright massacre—not when he knew Garan and the others couldn’t have entered here.

After all, according to the rules, those beyond the level cap entering enemy territory during wars would equal punishments usually not worth the effort and the reward.

In the same vein, he had wanted to force the stronger aborigines beside him to move and massacre the bastards but he knew they wouldn’t risk it for him.

In any case, their own guards were no longer that much of a threat that the Alterans’ attention could easily be taken by their arrival.

Someone nearby exclaimed. "Is that Fargo?"

"Yes, I saw his drawn image!" another said, "I think there are several copies posted on various bulletin boards. There’s one outside our dorm."

Fargo and the others frowned. This again.

It might sound simple but even the simplest of art was indicative of many things to Fargo. One, things were good enough in Altera that the literary professions like artists could thrive there. Second, they seemed to have enough paper and drawing materials to make a copy of his portrait.

And, finally, it told him that their ruling party knew him enough to assign a bounty on his head.

They didn’t think so much because they were immediately showered by fast arrows from all directions. His guards frowned, and the shieldsmen activated their shields and abilities, while the others took cover.

"They’re using crossbows!" Uzon said, gritting his teeth as he hid from the rain of weapons.

"Someone’s shooting fire arrows, too!" A shieldsman yelled as he looked at the dip in the durability of his Class E Sheild. He had barely managed to cover himself from that attack!

"Darn, I missed!" the archer yelled. Someone below him shook his bandaged head. "It’s okay, Jessie! Just keep em coming!"

And that was what the archers did.

Fargo and the others didn’t waste equipment though. They immediately went to get cover using the buildings, with the strongest shieldsman—the level 17 Froi—traversing to grab a random person though not before kicking another one or two people nearby.

Even if the enemy had good coordination, the sudden arrival of such brute force was bound to imbalance them.

As the aborigine held onto the bandaged man’s neck, the rain of arrows immediately stopped.

"ANGELO!!"

"DUDE!"

"Why are you so unlucky?!"

Angelo was indeed unlucky. Now he was taken to the enemy’s side and other than the scuffles around, everyone else stopped. No one dared get close to Fargo, lest they put the poor bandaged newly-burned Angelo in danger.

"Heh, idiots," Uzon said as he looked at the man dragged here by the mercenary. One of the things they found out through observing the previous attackers was that they refused to leave someone behind. This weak mentality meant they could take hostages!

Although it had only been an hour since the war began, the Alterans had gone through a lot of battles and were understandably a bit weakened. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}