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

They immediately ran to her, to take the sword off. Obi kicked the attacker, getting him as far from his mother as possible. The person flew straight to the tree. Rather, he kicked so hard that the bastard went through a few trees.

The attacker dropped down on the floor, body at weird angles. His bones were broken by the hit and he just laid there, gasping for air.

While the rest rushed to Gaia, Orion went there to make sure the attacker couldn't do any more damage. He appeared above the bastard, realizing it was Bilia.

Even after being drowned, electrocuted, and stabbed, this bastard apparently still had enough life to make one last damage.

Orion felt especially heavy. Not only did his heart clench for his mother, he also felt burdened by the responsibility.

He was one of the people in-charge of clearing up any loose ends. This was his oversight.

Because they were in such a rush after finishing off Vaza and Aswan—and due to the fact that they didn't see him—Orion overlooked the fact that the speedster was there, not even considering he could still be alive.

Orion's cold eyes looked down on the bastard.

His jaw was broken, so his mouth was open and he was drooling. On top of his current wounds, he gazed particularly horrible, like a deformed monster.

Orion didn't question how he was still alive anymore. He simply raised his blade and stabbed, beheading the bastard.

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Meanwhile, the rest of them tried to feed Gaia with as many healing potions as they could, hoping to stop the bleeding.

At the same time, Koro dropped down as he looked at Cyna, who also laid bloodied on the floor. Parts of her were missing… and they didn't even see exactly how it happened.

Things happened so quickly.

It was Cyna who was the one defending behind them. To get to the Mistress Gaia, the enemy had to go through Cyna first.

And go through Cyna… he did.

In the enemy's rush, he just took out the blade and attacked relentlessly, and it was only the final blade that ended up on Lady Gaia.

The person who took up most of the damage—was Cyna.

In retrospect, Koro could remember Cyna several meters away from where she was now. Did she block the way for the Lady? Very likely, but they would not have a chance to thank her at all.

The Golds were also heartbroken about Cyna—of course, they were—but keeping their mother alive, to keep her from joining the underworld, was the priority.

However, even when Veronica and the rest of them gave all the potions in their bodies, Gaia's condition didn't improve. Even when the bleeding stopped somehow, she still got paler and paler—as if getting closer to death by the second!

Olga tore a bit of her mother's clothing to get a closer look at the wound. Her pupils constricted at the sight. "It's poisoned—"

"AHHHH!" Zaol screamed, "Let's go back!"

No one denied this. Their pride and other things were not even considered. Their mother's life was on the line.

However, before they could go, their senses tingled in danger. Zaol and Orion quickly jumped up, blocking it, while the rest entered a defensive position around Gaia's dying body.

BANG!

BANG!

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The two men were kicked away, flying in separate directions. They managed to catch themselves, regaining balance mid-air, but how far they ended up was a testament to the strength of the attacks.

In fact, they just blocked these attacks, and Orion's arm was broken.

It was here that two powerful beings emerged from the shadows, not holding back with their aura. The weaker ones like Koro felt their knees buckle.

Even Oslo and the rest of them felt weakened. After all, they were already at the end of the rope, this entry was the last straw.

"Nu-uh, can't go back, why not join her in the other world?"

"YOU!"

These were former patriarchs from 2 noble houses! They were both more than a hundred years old and had retired a long time ago—or so they thought.

How could these two even be here? Doing an assassination job, no less?!

Generally speaking, level 60s and above could no longer be hired. But apparently, that didn't apply to the former patriarchs of two noble families.

These were the ancestors of the Sephon and the Visto families, who were also where Vaza and Aswan were from.

One was level 59 and the other was level 61—each one of a higher level than Zaol.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to get my hands dirty. I'm too old for this," one said, then looking at the body of the speedster.

"We caught him while trying to escape and even used some expensive healing potions to heal him," he shook his head, as if he was looking at a disgusting failure. "How embarassing that he still failed to take at least a few of you."

"Why are you here? This is beneath you, isn't it?" Zaol asked, holding his bruised arm. It definitely hurt much more than his other wounds, even if they were bleeding.

"Well, it is indeed beneath us. It's just that our dream to finally increase ranks is promised, so here we are," they said. This meant the lord promised higher positions and assets for their families.

The most important resource to receive when one ranked up was the increase in the aether crystals their family received. Of course, both families also wanted a place at the inner circle. Who didn't?

"Anyway, there's no need to try and delay things by asking questions," one of the old men said, looking in the direction of Vaza's corpse. "Unlike our idiot children, we wouldn't be so careless."

Zaol's jaw clenched. Internally, he was wondering what he could do.

He knew that—unless a miracle happened—this would be his last day in this world.

His only hope now was that his children could stay a lot longer.