After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1206: Near the End

Inside the walls were indeed getting a little bloody. However, despite the challenges, most people miraculously managed to take down each other without taking lethal shots.

While there were certainly a few deaths, they were definitely not near the degree the Inko and Voumi aborigines would've wanted it to be.

For instance, a local Terran would stab an enemy's leg and then just hit their head until they lost consciousness. Another would allow himself to be slashed a bit just so he could grapple the enemy's neck and suffocate him—just enough to take him out without killing him.

The aborigine hires like Wodan and Zeo—who had just settled down enemies who got deep into the territory—arrived to see this, and they felt complicated. It was not even exclusively on their side, either.

They arrived just in time before an enemy elementalist took down someone from their own side. They immediately kicked the man to the wall. Unexpectedly, the man looked at them with gratitude.

"Thank you… thank you…" he whispered, just before losing consciousness, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

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On the other end of the battlefield, several arrows cut through the air, but one was particularly lethal if it hit correctly.

Sarah took out her bow and arrow, shooting accurately at people. However, with all the elements floating around, her shots didn't end up lethal.

She was thankful.

So thankful.

In her own way, she tried to minimize the damage she caused. The order was to do their best to cause damage and hurt the enemies. As a slave, she had no choice but to do so, but she tried her best to find a way for her aim to become less lethal.

For example, there would be a fight between wind elementalists. She would be sure to target someone behind that fight, making the arrow fly between that exchange of elements, weakening it considerably.

The others were melee fighters and didn't have such loopholes, and they could only stab and hack as their bodies ordered them to, using their elements to assist in hurting their own brethren.

In their minds, they just prayed to be taken down already so they couldn't move anymore, but how easy was that—especially now that more of their forces had passed through?

It was a really difficult fight. After all, the locals had been fighting for half a day already. Not to mention, except for the soldiers and guards, the rest of the citizens had medium talents and were not as thoroughly trained with their elements.

In those cases, the Voumi Elementalist slaves—who were literally trained to death by a Town—were superior in skill.

"I'm sorry…" the slaves would cry, but they would continue attacking relentlessly as if their lives depended on it.

Ersat was sobbing as he hit people with his water whip. He was thankful they were not weak either, most of whom were awakened elementalists.

He wished someone could hit him already. If he fainted then he wouldn't have to hurt his own brethren!

But the order was to give their lives to the cause, and what could he do?!

It broke their heart—having to fight like this!!

Fortunately, someone did manage to hit him. It was none other than Victor, who had been trying to fight as many slaves as he could without killing them.

This was actually more difficult than aiming to kill, however, and he gained quite a lot of wounds while trying to avoid various attacks on him.

In other places, some slaves didn't know it was actually a teammate who fainted them.

For example, Gurnam. He was quite subtle about it, too. Whenever someone near him was about to kill an enemy, his fire whip may or may not hit the person instead.

The locals just thought they were lucky.

Gurnam heaved a deep breath, before defending himself against the attack of a local. He did his best to defend himself and fight without hurting anyone too much.

Anyway, with the enemies continuously pouring in the dozens, and their own forces congregating to help out, the place became extremely chaotic, with the fights extending deeper into the territory.

Fortunately, Luis and Mao soon arrived from the outside and they quickly plugged the last breach. Some section now had a new tall (but thin) wall in front of the territory walls, and the other areas were blocked by a fire wall.

They jumped back up to the battlement, defending against people trying to climb up, and no more leaks managed to enter after that.

Realizing that their numbers were diminishing quickly, the aborigine enemies felt panicked. "ATTACK THEM! ATTACK THEM!" they screamed to the top of their lungs.

Victor narrowed his eyes at this but he was too busy defending against an earth and a fire elementalist.

It wasn't that he didn't know to target the Inko and Voumi bastards first, but they were maximizing the use the Terran slaves as their meatshields—especially knowing how reluctant Limestone Valley was to kill them.

If he dared approach, then he'd get mobbed by the Terran slaves, and he'd be preoccupied for a long time after that.

Fortunately, with the breach blocked, openings in the enemy's defense slowly appeared as more and more of the enemies were taken down. Victor tried to calculate the best time to attack.

The earth elementalist then tried to trap him in the soil, while the fire elementalist threw a flamethrower at him. They were both pale and crying, but they were using their remaining mana to deal with him.

Victor gritted his teeth as he raised his arms, using much of his mana to fight control over the fire.

Victor yelled as he absorbed an enemy's fire and pushed it back, making his two enemies fly a meter away from him.

Sadly, this also meant his energy was almost spent. Victor looked around him, bellowing an order. "Attack the aborigines first! There are openings now!" he yelled. "If the enemies are taken down, no one can order the slaves!"

Inko and Voumi guards: ??!

This immediately created a shift in targets. The teams changed strategy to simple defense against the Terran slaves or trapping them while the rest mobbed the aborigines getting in.

It so happened that Gurnam, who had been doing his own agenda all this time, was left out in all the chaos. The few remaining aborigines saw him free and ran to him, believing he'd protect them well.

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Oh… how wrong they were.