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

The ebony-haired soldier looked emotionlessly at the hundred enemy elites trying to get past his scope, analyzing them while he had a chance.

His team took the northwest side, which was in the direct opposite direction of where the enemy array appeared.

The mountain areas were much more difficult to traverse for enemies and—especially when they were being mobbed by tens of thousands elsewhere—had the tendency to be a little less guarded.

This was what Fargo and the others probably thought.

Garan thought ahead of them and he assigned himself to handle the area. Along with him were a few of his more powerful soldiers, and despite the thin strip of battlement they had to move in, their years of cooperation shone through.

It didn’t matter if the enemy’s leader could be ten levels higher than he was. Garan was there to make sure that no one would get past him.

So far—with the current enemy mobs with the strongest at level 20—they had successfully managed to do so. They didn’t even have to get down from the battlements. They just had to guard a sector of the wall to keep the trespassers out.

It was only when strongmen—led by a level 39—had their hands forced.

On the other hand, Killic and the others didn’t imagine they’d be blocked so thoroughly.

Their force was sharp—a concentration of a hundred powerhouses—and theoretically, if they went fast enough, most of them should’ve been able to breeze through.

Right now, they couldn’t get past this area!

They watched as the other team’s leader raised his arms, and the narrow strip of sharpened ice expanded towards them. All of them stepped back immediately.

After all, the moment they touched it, the ice would climb up at them, too!

Killic and the others frowned, feeling a bit pale.

Killic was also in a dilemma. By estimate, he was actually stronger than that man by several levels—but he was not confident that ice would not affect him.

In his years of living, it wasn’t that he hadn’t encountered other ice users before. However, he had never seen it used like this—and nothing with such deep effects.

Then, he caught himself: How could he be afraid of someone so much ’weaker’? The longer he stayed stagnant the more reinforcements these people would have and, by then, he wouldn’t be able to pierce through.

NO!

He could not become a slave!

Thinking of this, he immediately gestured for an attack, looking at his team and signalling for them that it’d be time to move soon.

They’d get through these bastards no matter what!

…

Back in Ryo’s area, they were still handling the dozens of people from Turocc’s team. The strongest among them was a level 30 who landed cleanly inside the wall after being bolstered.

He had a greedy grin on his face when he arrived, though that was quickly wiped off when he couldn’t even get past the damned easements!

Slash!

He raised his weapon just in time to block another powerful strike, his feet sliding backwards from the force. His eyes locked with the spearman, now surrounded by floating orbs of water.

Ryo gave him no time to recover. He immediately lunged towards him and unleashed a relentless flurry of attacks.

His strikes were fast and precise, and the orbs of water would also strike him every time it could, and the man had difficulty countering.

SLASH!

PAK!

The man struggled to keep up, barely managing to block or dodge everything. After a couple of minutes, his defense equipment began to show cracks.

Despite being an elementalist, Ryo still preferred to use a weapon. It helped him target his attacks well. With his proficiency with the spear and his aggressive water abilities, he had mid-range and long-range capabilities.

Using his spear to quickly control his element, he used it as an extension of his own body and weapon, and those who were weaker could get stabbed, while the stronger ones would be imbalanced.

Ryo was several levels lower than him at level 27. However, he was an elementalist and a well-equipped and harshly-trained soldier, so he could handle a slightly ’stronger’ enemy with relative ease.

Further, thanks to his control of the water orbs, he would also cause some damage to surrounding enemies as well—at least distracting them enough for his own people to land cleaner, and more lethal, hits.

Slash!

Stab!

Eventually, the man’s defense cracked and Ryo immediately used his skill [Torrent Drive], a skill that created a heavy, forward-charging thrust that mimics the force of a rushing current in a concentrated spot.

It knocked the level 30 off his feet, and Ryo quickly sent successive parries with his spear, stabbing the man several times on the chest and—spinning the spear in a smooth arc—finally beheading him.

…

Other than Ryo and the guards, there were also several brave civilians among Ryo’s team handling the intruders in this area. For example, the twins Luke and Leo.

Leo had learned a lot from Ryo as a water user and practically saw him as a master. On the other hand, Luke was a spearman who also learned quite a few things from Ryo.

Technically speaking, Ryo was like a master to both of them.

Anyway, the twins handled an enemy around level 21 or so. Luke was the frontliner who sent a barrage of attacks, while Leo’s accurate hits caused cracks in the man’s defense.

The two of them were at the peak of level 15s, so they were still struggling with this enemy. However, despite not being formal guards (they quite liked their jobs under Ansel), their training was definitely a lot more than the typical civilians.

Like many others—especially the idealistic youths—they trained and hunted much more than others. They invested their own money to hire guards as they went outside, and they made sure to learn a skill or two every so often.

Even if they weren’t guards, they trained for this!

They wanted to protect their home, too—Right at the front lines!