After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 743

Baltimore looked at his people pouring in with an evil glint in his eyes. He further reinforced the pathway with much of his remaining mana, making sure the various attempts to take it down wouldn’t succeed.

But then he felt danger approaching and he immediately jumped down. He felt that the danger wasn’t over and he immediately raised the soil below him to block it.

BANG!

He watched with wide eyes as the sharp ice went past the wall and was stopped just an inch away from his face.

It vibrated and he could tell more force was put so it’d continue to stab. By instinct, he rotated the earth so the spike pointed away from him—and he did so just in time before it stabbed deeper.

Slash!

FLOP!

He turned to see one of his men fall beside him, skewered by a large piece of ice that was meant for him. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

This person was a level 16, and he was killed with a single ice spike.

Baltimore clicked his tongue and sent a sharp glare in the direction of the intruders.

It was Garan and beside him was a tall man with silver hair. The latter was unfamiliar, but Baltimore knew he was strong.

When the silver-haired man jumped down to block a few of his cronies—all of whom were all past level 20—by himself, it confirmed his supposition.

Could they really have the backing of a city?

But that didn’t matter—this place will be his!

"You," Baltimore heaved a deep breath, looking coolly at Garan, who was standing there ready to block him. "I’m impressed. We have never encountered such trouble before."

He took a deep breath, settling his anger, as if turning it into a sharp edge directed at Garan. "You even made me move…"

Garan only looked at him, not bothering to give him a response.

Not long ago, this guy was still respectful!

Baltimore sneered and looked at the useless slaves either trying to climb up the bridge or trying to scratch the walls with their fingers.

Baltimore’s dark eyes looked and thought. Seeing that the Territory invested so much money in making such rules for the sentries to follow, it could be seen where their weakness lay.

They had soft hearts.

So, he sent an order to the slaves on the ground. "Attack them."

Garan wasn’t shaken. He simply jumped down and waved his arms around. A circular shield of floating ice surrounded him. With a move it expanded, pushing the slaves out, giving them hundreds of square meters area to fight in.

Garan looked at him without any respect that he should have, irking him. "To think a level 30 elementalists would get behind weak slaves."

Normally, Baltimore wouldn’t let such taunts get to him. However, it so happened that Garan and his territory had been causing him trouble everywhere.