After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 651

Bright Village.

When a master territory was attacked, and most especially when it lost, subsidiaries would immediately get informed about it. What more when Bright territory was not just a subsidiary to Fargo, but a satellite?

This was why by the time Micheal and the others arrived, Gingo, Sandra, and the others had already fled.

They didn’t leave without causing damage though.

A lot of innocent people were killed before they left. It was like the bastards just open-fired in random directions as they headed to the gates. There weren’t even people who were blocking their path on purpose, but they shot around anyway.

What Micheal stepped into as he entered Bright were streets filled with blood, corpses, and wailing people who had lost their friends and loved ones.

Worse, there were more people who didn’t have relatives in the territory, nor did they have friends nearby, so their corpses just laid there without anyone to even mourn for them.

As for those who were injured but alive, Micheal’s team immediately ran to them, preparing diluted healing potions as they did so.

Micheal looked at the extremely low momentum in the territory. At this point, Bright was still standing from the occasional mob only because of the sentries.

Michael’s throat felt blocked, blaming his own incompetence. Losing the territory to traitors was one thing, but he allowed them to still cause damage when they had already lost!!

It was at this point that a large palm touched his shoulder. It was Juno, his loyal guard. "You couldn’t have prevented this. We didn’t even know we were going to get the territory back, let alone them doing this."

"You’re right," Micheal told him after a pause. "I can’t reduce my productivity because of those bastards."

He heaved a deep breath, facing his people. "People of Bright!"

The people around turned to look at him, surprised that he was there. "Fargo was defeated by Alterra. And we have our freedom again!

"I know you are not in a celebratory mood, but we have to get back up again if we want to survive!"

"We have been through so much to live. Are we going to let those bastards ruin everything?"

Then a small mob arrived and they felt the ground shaking a little. Soon, the walls were pounded on, making a lot of the citizens gasp and sob.

Micheal looked at the others, and then at the Alterran guards who had accompanied them. They immediately went outside and dealt with the small mob.

Sammy was the lead soldier of this team, and he bravely served as the vanguard against the mob—only level 7, at the most—taking down a good portion with his wind blades.

Next to him, the other guards didn’t hesitate to jump into the mob, even those who weren’t even level 10 yet.

Considering what Alterra was used to—considering the type of monsters it attracted by virtue of its vitality alone—this weak mob was really nothing to them.