Meanwhile, back outside the bunkers, Althea was also picking off enemies one by one. She targetted those she could actually damage, because going against those much stronger than her would consume a lot of her mana, not to mention unnecessary attract their attentions on her.

She was still self-aware. Her current strength was barely average in this battle, and she was also quite the target. In her case, she could be a burden if she hid, and she could also be a burden when she didn’t.

She’d have people from her own side handle the powerhouses, while she took down or distracted the other people that could hurt her side.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

She was especially watchful of the Alterrans, only around level 20 there, as they could get suppressed. They were fine due to their equipment, but the enemies’ equipment was also pretty high and obviously invested in.

A lot of the things Alterra used—whether it was equipment or consumables—to even out the strength differences with their previous enemies had much less effect in front of real brute force and money.

For one, their strongest powerhouses like the Golds, Gregor, and Zaol — according to the network reports she has received—were all blocking the way for the other sectors, making sure no new wall breaches were created.

The trebuchets were neutralised for now, but they were still working. Not to mention, there were also enemy powerhouses there, many of whom were from cities as well. Alterra’s own powerhouses had to stay and block these tens of thousands of enemies coming from everywhere.

They also used a lot of their war tech in this war. For example, their poison smoke and their sticky poison. However, their stock of these was limited, so they had to time the uses well for maximum effects.

For the most part, the majority of these tech were reserved during the defense of the walls. These would be when the enemies were densest in numbers, and the risk of accidentally hitting their own people was significantly lower.

While there had been some successes and scores of enemies had been taken down, the effects were also less than they had hoped. Apparently, some attempts had failed because Valov had wind users.

There had also been hundreds of reports of injuries, a portion of which were lethal. Some were taken to get help, taken to hospitals, clinics, or to the sanctuary, so maybe they’d be fine, but who knew how many would actually make it

It has only been a few hours, and they were already halfway to the highest number of casualties they had ever experienced in a single war.

This was the main reason why she didn’t want to upgrade yet.

It was just that she couldn’t stop the reunification back then because it was necessary for everyone’s safety. Not to mention, the prestige given per allied territory was decreasing, so she wasn’t too worried at the time.

But what could she do? It was already spilled milk.

She felt anxious. This was the only war she had truly, truly, felt like there would be a huge amount of losses, even if they won.

She shook her head and looked down at the morbid fights happening. The average level of fighters near the bunkers was already level 20, and at that level, a single skill could cause large damage.

There was blood everywhere, and the trees had practically cleared out. This number they hadn’t counted in their casualties yet, and she prayed that most of these were enemies.

Not everyone was wearing uniforms after all. Normal citizens and mercenaries wore their usual clothing, and the only indication they were allies (unless the Alterrans recognized them) was small tokens handed over after they made temporary oaths to join in the war.

They had superspeed people working under logistics. Those below the recommended level (i.e. those below level 15) had jobs focusing on rescuing people and bringing them safely to get help.

The fortunate part was that Alterra had invested in the health industry. The hospital was large, the sanctuary was always active, and there were scores of smaller clinics—territory and privately owned alike—spread out through the town.

Each one also had a guard team defending it, making sure people could get proper rest. Most territories wouldn’t bother putting aside so many forces in these areas. After all, there were priority areas, and what was the use of seriously injured people when the war was not yet over?

However, Alterra had always been pro-life, and during wars and beast tides, the people themselves could feel its sincerity.

As such, after a few hours of recovery, many of them head out again to help.

The fights continued on, and Althea continuously shot at her enemies. To maintain her mana, she was either chewing on mana cookies or sipping on mana candies. She could rarely one-shot enemies now, but her shots were still damaging, and that was enough.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

...

Running across the battlegrounds behind Althea, somewhere she could not see, a level 30 bypassed the rest.

His name was Epal, one of the physically awakened from Hassen City. He quite liked being sent to war, too bad it was too rare, and he was excited about this one.

Many fighters sent by Hassen City were like this. City wars were rare, after all, and at the City, his level 30 was just slightly above average. In some bigger cities, it really was the average. Where could they feel all-powerful?

He preferred wars at the town level, because most people couldn’t do anything to him at all! They couldn’t even catch sight of him.

His team was a little late because they had to travel on foot, but he simply had to drag several teammates with him, and they went through the walls! His superspeed was definitely no joke!

Sure, those damned sentries could get annoying, but they would not be able to hit him. It might not even detect his presence until he had passed through!

People were so afraid of Alterra’s dense sentries, but he, Epal, was different!