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

By this time, the majority of the enemy powerhouses inside the territory had been handled. Interestingly, a good portion of them were killed by the husband and wife pair.

It was just that the cost was their collapse.

The rest of the powerhouses were held back along the battlement, near the other trebuchets, or around the breaches to make sure that they did not lose the war.

It wasn’t the number of powerhouses inside that won the war, but the quantity of the enemy numbers, regardless of level.

As important as the areas inside were, keeping most of the enemies outside remained the priority.

Alterra’s powerhouses were definitely mostly here, and the enemy, while their threats inside had been neutralized, was still going strong in their attacks.

There were still three trebuchets working at this time, continuously sending powerful projectiles that occupied the attention of the powerhouses, leaving some areas vulnerable.

The projectiles themselves were rocks made by Earth users. When they threw bombs earlier, a few of those earth users were injured, causing the projectiles to lessen for a bit.

However, a few minutes ago, they started shooting continuously again. Obviously, the enemy was using a new set of earth elementalists this time.

They didn’t know where they were based at first. All they knew was that they churned out the items fairly quickly.

And when they sent another bomb—they only had one balloon left and a few bombs left by this time—they realized that the earth users were not near the trebuchets at all.

Rather, the projectiles were now coming straight from the arrays!

...

On the Valov side of the array, Balthazar was fuming.

To think that, after all that preparation, he still had to make a move!

His wallet had been drained to fund this war, and they still had a chance of losing?

It was not too late, however. According to the reports, all trebuchets were still working, though more than half had been neutralized, either imbalanced and put aside or the operators dead or injured.

Fortunately, there was still a large breach that had been created, and it was only a matter of time and attrition to get more of his people inside and win the war.

Ideally, they would end with the tokens.

He did not believe that those hundreds of strongmen, some within the level cap and a few above it, would fail with their respective missions! By the time this war ended, all the relevant elders should be in his hands, including the token!

Regardless, Balthazar was now helping out in the war himself, creating large elemental stones at an impressive rate.

These would then be carried out by various wheel tools through the arrays to be used to continuously shoot at the enemies.

The enemies kept targeting their earth users over there, then they simply had to protect the rest of them by keeping them on the ’safe’ side of the array!

Humans had to pay to be transferred, but arrays would automatically push out non-human/humanoid from the array, like an invisible swiper clearing a board, as long as there was at least one person paying the transfer.

Hence, they usually transferred the items in batches to make things more efficient.

As of now, there were about ten projectiles above the arrays, disappearing with a few people.

This was what Freya, who was hiding a hundred meters away, saw. The tigress narrowed her eyes, trying to make sense of things, before she sneaked away again.

She headed back to her party, where they were hiding in a nearby cave. They were all tense and did not even dare to sit properly.

”How is it?” Sephra, the snake, asked as she went to her.

”The war is still ongoing,” Freya said. ”We’ll have to wait it out either way. But there are tens of thousands of forces around the array, and hundreds of thousands of forces on the other side. None of them are friendly to our kind.”

Indeed. There was nothing to gain but lost life or limb if they entered an ongoing war.

The dwarves agreed as well, but...they looked in a direction. They heard about contribution points a lot, and that joining wars was the way to get a massive amount of them.

Back in Old Shrao, the dwarves were tied up for hours. While they were fed well (with delicious food), they overheard a lot of conversations.

It seemed like the citizens were eager to join wars because this earned them points, which ultimately improved their lives.

The dwarves were not sure how it worked, but they thought, wouldn’t getting those points before moving in be good?

Not to mention, if they waited until the war was over, they’d have to venture off for weeks again, having to go to Alterra on foot.

Having the shortcut right there and not using it would be such a waste!

...

Alterra.

Now that the enemies near the bunkers had cleared out, and most (if not all) of the enemies within the core areas had been neutralized, more and more people moved outwards to handle the breach, which had been steadily growing in size.

After all, a lot of their forces were elsewhere, whether holding down other trebuchet teams and other hundreds or so thousands of other places. The battles around the area also added to the damage on the walls.

Even those who were seriously injured were fighting again, and when people found out what happened near the bunkers, rather than being distracted like the enemies expected, the Alterrans became more powerful instead.

After hearing that two ministers were down—but fortunately alive and healthy—it fired up everyone’s hearts.

The precious ministers had done their best and risked their lives already; how could they still have so many losses?

These bastards! They cursed at the enemies, barraging them with attacks with renewed fervor.

They swore to take care of them so they could stop this war—so that when the Ministers woke up, Alterra would be peaceful again.