After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 574

Brave fights happened all around the interior walls of Fargo. At this time, the battle of the Mauin duo and Sen, one of Fargo’s right-hand men, was at its peak.

"Little low-lives," Sen mumbled as he waved his sword that was riddled with flames—a technique he had mastered in this fight. With a couple of controlled slashes, he soon successfully hit Mauru’s leg.

The man gasped in pain. Their equipment had long been compromised, and even more so now that more Elementalist attacks came their way.

It had to be said that even if Sen was a few levels lower than even one of them, his experience, natural bloodlust, decisiveness, and elemental abilities evened out the field. Rather, the only reason both of them were still standing was because of the defense equipment the territory gave them.

The three men were now bloodied as they stared each other down, exchanging a few more blows before having another stand still to catch their breaths. The aborigines were now shaking, barely able to stand up, especially Mauin who had been targetted for a while.

In contrast to the two, Sen—even if he was similarly injured—immediately lunged forward, as if fuelled by the blood that flowed out of his enemy.

The two men looked badly at Sen, his red eyes, and his evil smile. He was in pain, but he loved inflicting it more to others.

The amount of hurt that would come out if this guy survived would not be small. They didn’t have to look behind them to know that the various battles in different streets and maybe even houses were still happening.

If they let Sen get away from them, there would definitely be casualties on their side. How could they let that happen? Of course, they had to block him—even if it meant having to risk their lives.

Anyway, in this world, when have they never risked their lives?

They had grown to love Altera during the short time they had been there. Everyone had been so welcoming of them, helping them adjust to a new place and a new life. They helped settle their families and showed them camaraderie they didn’t think they’d ever receive from people they only met.

With the noble thought of protecting the people behind, the two sprinted forward to face Sen directly, no matter how intimidated they were.

Meroun sent him a barrage of attacks with his sword. Even if Sen was more skilled, Meroun had been through so many life-and-death situations and he also developed his own techniques.

Clash! Clank! Clash! Clash!

Meroun focused on attacking several spots that had already been wounded, some succeeded, some didn’t, and he received similar blows on his own body.

For a few exchanges, it seemed to be an equal match, but one could see with how Meroun was slowly stepping back that he was being pushed.

While the two were exchanging blows, Mauru appeared at Sen’s side, in what they determined to be his blindside after fighting for a while.

He waved his spear—an experimental model made by Troy and Brenda—towards this side, hoping to get a lethal hit.

As before though, Sen’s instincts were superior, and managed to avoid it with a grin. "You never learn!" He yelled, but Mauru’s eyes sharpened as his fingers slid to a hidden button.

Immediately, a hidden portion of the spear shot out, stabbing right at him, and straight through one of the wounds Meroun had been focusing on.

Slash!

"Aaahhhh!!"

Sen gasped as he looked at the spear that entered his ribs.

"WHAT!"

Mauin heaved a deep breath, clicking the button again, and squelch, more of the man’s internal organs were stabbed.

The design was not yet perfect, and it would take a lot of effort to set the weapon back, which was why he—or the others who had the blessing to get one—hadn’t used it all this time.

After all, what if the attack didn’t work? Would they have to go without a weapon? Spears were too big to carry in the space, so they didn’t have a lot of extra!

However, looking at how Sen was finally skewered—it was a risk that paid well.

Sen’s eyes turned redder, adrenaline still pumping hard, ready to use his last strength to go berserk.

However, in his pain, he did not see how the swordsman jumped up and raised his sword, aiming straight at his exposed neck—