After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1237: Unexpected Rescues

The two old monsters looked at them with a mix of pity and amusement. "Such a pitiful end for what was such a bright family," they said, though there were vindictive smiles on their faces.

The two lifted their hands and they felt the intense concentration of aether form around them.

Zaol gathered his own power—or what remained of it—to defend his family.

His sons joined him, weapons out and small specks of their elements floating about. They were all panting—all incredibly weak—and Zaol could tell they probably wouldn't last a few shots from such powerhouses.

These men were also dependent on Aether Crystals, but the power their levels gave was very real. Even if they were relatively 'brittle' it didn't mean they stood a chance, especially in their current states.

They might not even be able to get close enough to touch the hem of their clothes—which, by the way, were definitely defense equipment.

Zaol opened his mouth, wanting to tell them to take their mother and run. However, before he could utter anything, the boys all raised their weapons, ready to attack.

"We will never run, dad," Oslo said, a handsome grin on his face despite being covered with grime and blood. "You're stuck with your useless sons on this one.

Zaol's eyes teared up a bit, and he gripped his weapon tighter.

"Then… my sons, I'll ask for your support on this one!"

The boys nodded, lifting their strengths and spirits just a bit—willing their bodies to go beyond their limits, even if it was just this once.

"Yes, dad!"

…

Zaol led the attack. He yelled, using advanced skills to fight off the two enemies, at least to a degree.

[Tremor]

He stabbed his spear down the ground and a shockwave shook the surrounding, hoping to imbalance the enemies. At the same time, the siblings lunged together to take advantage of it.

The two were a bit startled that they still had so much energy, but ultimately the tremor didn't do much.

Instead, the two of them also performed skills exclusive to their families, aiming to defend or counterattack the siblings as they came after them.

BOOM!

CRASH!

BANG!

Unlike the idiots who came before them, they didn't underestimate the Golds even in their weakened states. They also knew that if they were careless—considering their age and their physiques dependent on aether stones—they might really get hurt as soon as their equipment gave way.

Defeated, never, but who wanted to get hurt? If they were injured by people at the end of the rope, it'd just be humiliating.

Not to mention, healing potions that could work on their level were insanely expensive. It did not help that one of the few people who could create that level of potion hated them!

In any case, Battles at this level were not normal.

Shockwave after shockwave abound that area, and no beast dared approach them at all.

They were far from the territory, but people with sharper senses could actually feel the pressure and the tremors—not that they cared, of course.

No one dared to go to see, either—no matter how curious—lest it be dangerous for them. Worse, the Lord might think of that as them wanting to help the Golds instead.

At this time, the Golds were barely holding on to their current spirits, but they fought on.

All they knew to do was to hold on for as long as they could. They knew there was no running from these two, and they didn't want to die with swords at their backs!

BANG!

BOOM!

"OSLO!"

Obi yelled as he saw his little brother get thrown several meters away. His eyes turned red and he went berserk.

Only he was allowed to bully his little brother!

BANG!

He sent a barrage of attacks to the enemies. His spear lit up with his remaining fire and each thrust and pierce were surprisingly strong—considering he was barely breathing from exhaustion.

Zaol, Orion, and Otto rode the wave and bombarded them with attacks as well, hoping they'd be enough to break the old men's defenses. The two old men sometimes managed to block, and sometimes they did not.

Everything was happening extremely quickly, and anyone below Level 30 was unlikely to be able to see what was going on at all. They'd just see a random clearing created by a collection of forces, a tree falling here and there, and feeling the wind move from one place to another.

By the time they finished their barrage, they could barely feel their arms.

They eventually heard some cracks, and for a moment they thought it was the enemy equipment. So, despite barely feeling their bodies, they continued to shower them with attacks.

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Until they no longer had nothing to give.

When the smoke cleared, the two were still standing still—seemingly unaffected.

"Hehe, do you think we're not equipped with several defense equipment?"

"We have protection charms, as well," the other said. "That said, congratulations on destroying the very expensive charms. You'd have to pay for that."

One of the old men disappeared, appearing right behind Obi. He extended his arm, creating a claw-like shape with his fingers.

His eyes were fixed on a person's head—Obi's, and they had no doubt that if it hit, then It'd pierce through Obi's skull.

"Obi! Watch out!"

Obi gaped, unable to move anymore.

BOOM!

Before anything could happen, a sudden explosion of smoke erupted seemingly out of nowhere.

"What…?"

"What's going on?"

Everyone in the vicinity—even the strongest ones— felt their limbs weakening. It wasn't enough to make them lose their consciousness, but even the two old men seemed affected.

The effect on them was only a few seconds, but it was enough.

Suddenly a mysterious silhouette appeared right behind them.

A blade was raised, shimmering under the moonlight, and it sliced down so quickly that barely anyone saw the movements at all.

Flop!

Flop!

Two bodies fell, just like so.

There was an awkward silence that followed, and the Golds—who had long fallen to the ground—could only struggle to see what was going on.

Amidst their confusion, a voice sounded.

"Should I not have done that?" the man asked someone behind him, and another robed figure appeared, though at this time only silhouettes were visible.

"I never did like those two bastards…" he said, and they swore they heard him spit on the ground in disgust.

The wind cleared the remaining smoke, making their helpers visible under the light of the two moons.

When they saw who they were, even the Golds couldn't believe their eyes.

An old guy they never expected to see here, let alone rescuing them!!

Said old man approached them. With an apathetic face, he looked down on the Golds pitifully laying on the ground.

He nodded in approval when he saw they were still blinking. "Well, it's good you're still alive. I would feel very annoyed if you died at this juncture."

"What…"

"Hoffen?!" Obi gasped.

This was Bleuelle's Top Alchemist! A rare Class A one!!

In fact, he was one of the two Grandmasters left in this field.

Then, right next to him was Sir Gregor, a Level 62 Wind user.

What... are they doing here?!