After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1206

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!!

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