After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 583

The Alterans grouped tightly together with the shieldsmen out, trying to stop the hundreds of slaves and citizens from successfully mobbing them.

In terms of numbers, the enemies had outnumbered them several to one, and this was not even considering that many Alterans had already been weakened from the battles—some were even carried by their teammates already!

Fargo relished at the sight of them being pushed back. With the wave of slaves, their way had been cleared of Alterans, clearing the path for them. They decided to take advantage of this distraction to get to someplace safer.

Althea, who had a bird’s eye view of the battle, naturally saw this. However, she couldn’t abandon her people here to run after him. She simply sent an order for Fufi to take note of Fargo’s scent so they could run after them as soon as they could.

Anyway, standing tall at a height and looking down at the scene on the street level, she had to take on the commander role.

Hundreds of slaves squeezed together to fit along the narrow streets of Fargo. Even if the slaves were weak, their sheer numbers could suffocate them.

Their force value simply wasn’t enough to handle so many—not to mention the fact they had to at least try not to kill these ’slaves’ in the process.

With a sigh, she took out three small balls that rolled in her palms.

She had been saving up her remaining 3 paralysis and sleep bombs, but this seemed to be the time to use them.

However, three bombs might not be able to take down everyone if not used well. She still had to properly plan on where to throw them.

She looked down and saw that the shield walls were sturdy enough for the most part, but others were relatively flimsy. They could use some earth walls to properly coralled the ’slaves’, especially if they received an order to disperse.

She looked at the low-level pathway of Fargo. While the main avenues were made of system stone paths, the rest were not and could thus be used for earth manipulations.

This would be her last bit of mana though, and it would take a bit longer for her to be able to use any techniques again after this.

Harold’s Mana Cookies were great, but they were slow to recover mana and could get dangerous in more urgent situations. She really hoped to get ahold of those mana potions soon.

Pushing these thoughts down, she jumped from roof to roof (not difficult at all, considering everything was so dense) and added some flimsy walls in certain areas.

On the ground, Fargo—who had already neared the edge—saw that the Alterans were not being pushed hard enough. He also saw the woman jumping from roof to roof, but he had no time to explore what he was doing.

So, before leaving, he made one last order.

[Attack them even if it causes death. Bump your head to whatever obstacle you encounter until it breaks.]

Anyway, if they did lose this war the slaves would go to Altera anyway—there was no point keeping them. At the same time, if they won, then it meant he would gain new ones! Losing a few hundred slaves didn’t matter to him at all!

When the Alterans saw the movement and realized what the slaves were set to do, their hearts dropped.

"NO!!" They yelled, especially those who knew people among the slaves.

Althea’s eyes widened as the slaves did as they were told, bumping into the walls and shields as if the walls didn’t pain them.

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