After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1320: The Events on Other Side
Basset Town
While Basset's spies were many and had been causing chaos, Alterra's own spies were also doing their jobs, and they were doing it quite well.
At this time, the door to Basset Town's Warehouse was blocked, covered with a mysterious substance that they couldn't quite get rid of.
For the first time in a while, he cursed that he couldn't just teleport to the warehouse during wars.
"What in the orcshit is this?!" Lord Bentro yelled. He didn't enter as soon as the war started—as he usually would—because he hoped to see the territory that killed his only offspring fall!
It was a good thing he did, because he wouldn't have known they were struggling and needed to mobilize more people. Despite various advice, he decided to send most of their remaining forces and even hired a few teams from the Mercenary Hall.
However, now that the majority of their defence forces had been mobilized, he had no choice but to go to the warehouse to hide until the war was over.
He had always hid in the Warehouse during wars. However, it was not necessarily because he was afraid of the enemy, but he was afraid of betrayals.
Although it was not public knowledge that the Lord token would get detached during wars, many people were secretly privy to it. In fact, he had almost been assassinated many times, even when he was a Level 3 Village.
This was another reason why Alterra chose to kill Patte right after the declaration. They wanted the Lord to be hot-headed and filled with emotions, hopefully exposed as much as possible to give way to their spies to do their jobs.
Seeing the guards pale and quiet, Bentro wanted to explode. "SPEAK!"
The guards assigned there shook and, after gathering their wits, reported what they knew. "A projectile flew from a direction, Milord. Because it wasn't a live object, the sentry didn't detect it!"
Bentro stared at the door covered with the muck that had a horrendous smell that would've made low-level people faint. It was the type of smell that stuck and felt like it entered—and was stuck—in the brain once inhaled.
"What in the orcshit is this?!" the lord screamed, an ominous feeling suddenly gripping his heart. "GET IT OPEN!"
"We… we're not sure how to do so, milord!" another said. "We have been trying—we have flushed it, we have wiped it—"
"Get out of my way!" the lord yelled, losing patience. He slapped the guard away and attempted to just open it by force. He wore a Class D glove that he had in his space, and wrapped his hand around the covered handle.
However, he already wanted to puke at the sight of the muck, let alone touching it!
Squelch
Barf—
He tried to pull it, but it was slippery and he only got the disgusting thing on his gloves instead.
He gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of urgency. "Someone burn it!" he yelled, looking at the guards. His fire elementalist bodyguard stepped forward and did so. The man was a level 32 fire elementalist and he summoned a mid-tier technique.
However, instead of burning out, it just started to bubble…
The fire user and the others weren't aware of this reaction, simply continuing with the use of his flamethrower, until—boom!
It exploded, causing them to fly several meters away, splashing the gooey liquid all over them. Not only were some of them actually injured, but many people vomited in disgust.
The worst part was that there was still some goo on the door!
"WHAT THE HELL IS THISSSS?!" Bentro yelled, looking at the people around him. He didn't care if some were actually injured.
"DAMNIT!" he bellowed. "FIGURE IT OUT!"
They didn't know this, but this goo was one of Hoffen's failed formulas that had no use for a while, until he gave his notes to Althea, who actually found a use for it.
The stickiness was superior and held on to the materials like superglue. The Warehouse was extremely sturdy and, because the goo stuck on the door knob and the door's surface, they wouldn't be able to force the door open!
It also had the capability to store heat energy, collecting it and turning it to an explosive force.
Of course, it wasn't endlessly useful. The current state of the stickiness wouldn't have been able to store energy anymore. But would the enemies risk it again? Probably not.
At this point, it was clear that this wasn't something simple. He looked at his guards. "Which direction did it come from?!"
However, the guards pointed in different directions, which was odd, and it just made Bentro even angrier.
"Were you even doing your jobs, huh?!" He yelled, kicking the nearest guard in anger. The man did not resist and was helplessly thrown several meters away. The rest of the guards could only look down, terrified and ashamed.
In fact, the guards were quite dutiful in their position. However, before they shot the goo, smaller projectiles were shot from different areas, distracting the guards from determining where the main projectile was actually from.
"USELESS!" The lord gritted his teeth. "Go look for them!" he yelled, ordering everyone to hunt down whoever dared do this!
Meanwhile, he raised his hand to destroy the door. It'd take a while but then he'd just have to find a good way to protect it from the inside. frёeωebɳovel.com
There were naturally a lot of risks in destroying the door of a warehouse. Other people still wouldn't be able to use it, but enemies could throw things inside, possibly destroying its contents.
This meant that even if he hid inside, if the enemies had projectiles they could shoot, then he could still be hurt. During wars, they could not repair the buildings through the system, so he'd just have to risk it.
BANG!
BANG!
He was so focused on destroying his own warehouse door that he didn't notice a sharp flying blade coming right behind him.
Slash!
"ARGH!"
He was wearing a Class B armor, so it fortunately did not puncture. But he felt pain and it was obvious the force still hurt him. He whipped his body around as he took his weapon out, eyes constricting at the sight of his guards quietly taken down, with several people standing above them.
In front of them stood two very familiar people who were smiling smugly at him. "Hello, Lord."
"You!"
This was Illyan and Weigo, the patriarchs of the two biggest families in his Town!
