After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1306: The Final Phase (Part 1)

Garan's eyes turned red as he felt his Barrier get damaged. He glared at the people he was facing.

They were still troublesome and they were going all-out now, no longer caring about the mana and spirit they had, causing Garan a bit of injury already.

This peak of battle outside was not isolated in the Northeast.

By this time, the war in many parts of the wall was already at its final phase, and some areas without powerhouses had all but given up. At this point, many of the enemies were just fighting because they didn't want to become slaves.

As people who joined the war, they were naturally promised some goods. They had been greedy for Alterra's wealth and goods, and they were promised to take whatever they could get their hands on—whatever fit in their space!

But they couldn't even get inside the walls!! What was this?!

Instead of gaining anything, they could even lose their lives!

But, even if they wanted to, they couldn't run! The mercenaries and people hired from the Village Center were oath-bound to help to the best of their abilities, short of putting their lives in direct danger.

The thing was, if they weren't half dead, then they couldn't leave without repercussions!

For the mercenaries who could leave after getting seriously injured, they were already inside the territory! They would no longer be able to escape!

It was even worse for the citizens, because now they had to fight because they did not want to become slaves! As people who went through the array, whether or not they headed back before the war was over, they would likely become slaves once the war was lost!

There were many who had seen hopelessness and tried to head back through the array, like what Fargo was still trying to do. However, monster mobs started appearing at the back line again—specifically, near the arrays!

They weren't as bad as the one brought in before—and some of these mobs were brought naturally by their presence—but this meant it was difficult to fight against the crowd and they could only move forward.

In contrast, the Alterran morale was high, and so was their cooperation. Among the Alterran forces, one plus one was way more than two. What two people could not beat, together they would be able to handle it with fair ease.

For example, Plaridel and Sammy, a fire and wind user, respectively. Plaridel would often use his firewall, and Sammy was there to help expand it beyond their individual capabilities.

The siege shields in their area were the fastest to burn out.

Not only that, they could redirect the mobs using massive flames, perhaps towards some impromptu trap that another team set up elsewhere.

Another example was Santos and Reuben, an earth swordsman and a water swordsman, respectively. Both of them excelled in close-ranged combat and they actually went down the walls too, prying away whoever wanted to climb up from below.

Santos waved his sword with finesse and skill. Wherever he waved, not only was the immediate opponent attacked, but spikes of earth also appeared right behind it, adding an extra layer of damage even more compromising than the previous one.

Reuben, who was battling nearby, would create a water whip controlled by his blade. Oftentimes, it would push his enemies towards Santos' earth spikes, either distracting or stabbing them directly, before finally taking them down with his sword.

Above head, the sentries were working nonstop and the archers were also taking down enemies with great accuracy, or at least weakening them so the vanguards would be safer.

The people trusted their teammates and they could give it their all without fearing that they'd be abandoned. This allowed them to fight without holding back too much, keeping the teamwork going even if things got dangerous.

Naturally, there were also plenty of injuries on their side, but they had seemingly endless supplies of recovery potion courtesy of their logistics officers.

The 'weaker' wind users, along with some speed users, did this best. Since their level was too low to be able to truly cause damage in the front line, they would help with the transfer of items, messages, as well as the rescue of their injured.

The superspeed person would carry the injured all the way to the clinic or, for more critical cases, to the hospital.

So far, they had even fewer casualties than the previous war—a lot of which thanks to the guests and the improved potions by Hoffen and Althea—but no one was celebrating because losses were losses in the end. Those people had family and friends they had left behind.

Whenever a corpse was brought out, people from that area would be pushed to their limits, going berserk, and causing a great deal of problems to enemies supposedly stronger than they were.

At some point, they cared less about holding back when. Fortunately, there would always be supplies delivered to the battlements and the easements. Each box would contain gauzes, potions, and the like

Similarly, the resources like wood and stone (which were continuously consumed every time a sentry shot) never stopped coming either, making sure the sentries were working nonstop.

This was done by some people from evacuation houses, making groups of a hundred or so and going around the interior forests to replenish their warehouse.

The more the guests saw, the more impressed they were.

They had never seen this kind of war!

How enlightening and amazing—and also very unique!

Even if they passed on these techniques and knowledge to their own homes, how many of their citizens would actually be so steadfast?

"How is everyone so vehement?" Raphtel asked as he swiped another enemy down. He looked at the citizens who were now covered with blood but fighting on without pause.

"It's simple, really." Minko, who was on the battlement with him, smiled as he shot down another enemy trying to climb up.

"Because people protect what they love."