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

Back in the borders, the enemies continued to pour in, and Alterrans continued to fight.

However, most of the powerhouses sent had been neutralized already—a good portion of them killed by Althea and Garan—and soon the momentum shifted completely to Alterra’s side.

The Alterran powerhouses soon had their hands freed, dealing with most of the trebuchets still active, and then they could finally help blocking people’s entrances. Except for the breach caused by the dismantled wall, most other sectors did not see new trespassers anymore.

The leaks, though still taking over a sector, were definitely not increasing and were showing signs of stabilization on certain streets, and many were already pushed back.

Many of the streets in the area still hosted several battles, but since Alterrans were already in control, it had become a wheel battle.

Every time an Alterran was injured, they’d just be rescued by others and their positions replaced by others. This way, even if their average levels were lower, they could cope.

Interestingly, some logistics folk also appeared with deliveries. ”We got a new, freshly produced batch of poisons from the Center now!”

”Good, good!”

Such good poison naturally did not have a lot of stock, especially after so many hours. Since they had used theirs up early on, they put out a request from the laboratory to produce more. Half a day has passed since, and the next batch has finally arrived.

”Heave ho!!”

The wind users threw the poison bombs on the crowd at random places.

Their form was very good, and random people made some baseball puns.

The batch had several poison and paralysis bombs, though most of them were the ones that would work against people below level 20. The Alterrans threw them towards different areas so the wind users would have trouble neutralizing all of them.

The enemy commander, Besston, cursed, but he wasn’t stupid. From right next to the trebuchet, he gave an order to the wind elementalists.

”Direct it to them!”

Valov really invested in the war. He specifically asked for wind elementalists in the mercenary hall and paid a good price for each of them. So, even after many had fallen, there were still quite a few remaining.

The wind elementalists from Valov, and some from Hassen, were also involved here, many of them beyond the level cap, which was why not all the bombs Alterra threw had an effect.

Together, they created a strong gust of wind that blew the tiny bomb balls back. Even after they exploded, the smoke was kept floating, the direction it would spread out unknown.

”Oh crap, they’re really pushing them here!”

They continued to reinforce the wind with their abilities, and so did Alterrans. The enemy wind users, some of whom were already in the late level 40s, were not weak.

Since the bombs were an external item, even if the ’bounced’ bombs were to kill anyone, the powerhouses wouldn’t get punished, so they had no qualms in taking advantage of enemy technology to deal with them.

Of course, how could Alterrans just let them be? They naturally returned with their own wind attacks.

”Can our wind users cope?”

”Sure!”

Even if Alterrans were weaker, they had practiced various formations countless times. After all, even two elementalists joining forces didn’t necessarily mean 1+1 equals two or more.

If they used the wrong force or angle, then they might weaken each other instead, dissipating the forces that should’ve hit the enemies.

Wind elementalists in Alterra were generally trained on how to combine forces with others, controlling the speed, angles, and so on of their wind to add to the force, rather than decreasing the strength.

The enemies, in fact, had been working on their own, assigning certain ’air space’ to each other so they didn’t interfere.

So...it was better to use them against each other!

”Drink up! Drink up those mana potions! We’re going all out!!”

Loki yelled, studying the direction of the wind. Since he knew where the wind was coming from, he could have a more efficient direction.

Loki narrowed his eyes and stared at the powder being pushed around. The smoke itself could help him determine where the net force of various winds was heading.

Using his knowledge of wind currents, air pressure, and fluid dynamics, he could more or less predict where this was going.

They also had researchers on the battlement thanks to their study of the tools, so the calculations weren’t too difficult.

”Wind users from Team A and C! Focus a large gust of wind in front of me, but at a 30-degree angle!”

Alterran wind users were at a bit lower level, but they were more in numbers, and they had the principles of physics on their side!!

The enemies watched as the whirlwind seemed to fight something and, eventually, changed directions!

Then, using the enemy force, a tornado was created, and it targeted only the enemies!

”WHAT!?”

”HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!?!”

Someone even added flamethrowers after timing it well, creating a flame whirlwind that passed through the enemy lines.

When the enemy powerhouses tried to kill it with their own winds, they ended up increasing its power and scope instead!

”AHHHH!”

”GAHHH!”

The enemy forces panicked and tried to avoid it, many of them venturing into the scope of the surviving sentries, ultimately dying under it.

Further, while the enemies were busy handling the flame tornado, several Alterran mercenaries above level 30 took this chance to sneak into enemy lines to cripple them completely!

Besston was somewhat working blindly, just focused on keeping the trebuchets in his area safe and firing. There was no news coming in from within Alterra anymore, so he was unaware of the state inside Alterra.

As it was in any war, communication was an important aspect of, well, everything.

He did not know that many powerhouses had been freed up, and that they had lost sight of many of them!

When he sensed hostility at the side, it was too late; several attacks were already heading straight at him, destroying his equipment and hitting him directly.

Besston, Balthazar’s only remaining son, lost his head, just like that.