After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1321: Betrayals

If he wasn't stupid, how could he not see what was happening?!

Immediately, his sword was raised, and he looked guardedly at the bastards.

Whoosh!

The projectile was quick and light, and due to his distraction with the enemies, he noticed it too late!

The gooey substance shot on his feet. "Damnit!"

He was a level 40+ man and a little glue couldn't contain him for more than a few seconds, but it was enough for the two other strongmen as well as their guards.

His level managed to pull out the grass, but the distraction was enough to take a direct hit to the stomach.

"OUGH!"

Without allowing him to breathe, another attack smacked him from behind, and another from the side, and so on.

Fortunately, his defense equipment was still working for now, and it allowed Bentro to recover to some degree—enough to use a skill.

[REPULSION WAVE]

He yelled, pushing the enemies away with a skill, and they stepped away, making no further moves.

Bentro was panting a bit in shock, and he glared at two of his greatest allies who were now teaming up against him.

Both of them might have lower levels than him—both were level 40—but he knew that each one could cause him trouble, and now both of them were going against him at the same time.

These two were from his generation and had been lifelong rivals, and one of the things they battled for was his—the Lord's—friendship and favor!

They would give him the best gifts and slaves, attempting one up each other each chance they got. They were the last people he'd think would cooperate!!

How could they be cooperating like this, and fighting him together?!

"Why are you doing this?!"

At this, the two appeared next to him and began his attacks. For a while, Bentro could only focus on defense.

Slash!

"You think that you can keep taking our property away from us to weaken us and we won't say anything about it?!"

STAB!

"You think we don't know how you've been trying to get us to fight, so we will never get along?"

BANG!

"We know how you frame the other when it was your own doing—" Illyan sneered, spitting. "We actually knew most of them, but we didn't make an issue because we really didn't like each other anyway."

SLAM!

"But… we have our limits too, you know."

Bentro looked at them with gritted teeth, feeling his defense equipment's durability being chipped bit by bit. They were not wrong. The past few decades he had always profited off their dislike of each other. He had taken it for granted!

His eyes sharpened as he looked at them, hands defensively gripping on his weapon. "Then, which one would take the token?"

These two had been rivals for decades! He didn't believe they had truly started an alliance when there was only 1 token!

Sure, he had been subtly pitting them against each other, but those were minor annoyances. He didn't do anything too harsh lest it be investigated thoroughly, leading things back to him too early!

Also—how did they find out!? How long did they know? And…. even if they did, what was the trigger to actually make them actually raise weapons against him, the Lord?!

The two patriarchs stopped attacking him and looked at each other. For a moment, Bentro thought they were about to argue, that this was his chance to either counter or to escape to the Warehouse.

But then… the two old men laughed, and his heart dropped.

"Don't you know? Our children were actually lovers. My daughter's pregnant with a son," Illyan, the thin one, said with a smile. "The Token will be his when he grows up. We already made oaths before the war, in fact."

What?

They saw Bentro's pale face and smiled, though their guards against him had not lowered at all. Fortunately, the guards were few since most were sent to the war, and even those who were here were destabilized by the previous explosion.

So, for now, Bentro was alone.

Not to mention: Illyan held one of the better private armies in the Town, and it would've been much bigger had this bastard not added so many rules. On the other hand, Weibo was one of the richest men in this area.

The forces they could mobilize in a short amount of time were no joke.

They also partnered with many noble families that had been stepped on by the lord; some of the weaker ones even had sons sent to Vara because of him. Many nobles only had one offspring, how painful it was for them to see their only child suffer?

The next moment, the two old men lunged towards him again and resumed their barrage. This time, they did not hold back at all, using continuous attacks and skills, unafraid of using up their mana. Obviously, they had no lack of potions in their—or their guards' —spaces.

Bentro, on the other hand, also had a few potions in his space, but he was not given a chance to take any of them!

When he tried to avoid or escape, their guards—who had surrounded this area—would block him and kick him back, creating a human corral around him. The door to the warehouse had particularly dense guards and, in his current state, he might not be able to go through them at all.

Eventually, he could no longer defend and his equipment was destroyed. They continued to attack him after that, only stopping when he lost his footing and he could only kneel down on the grass with barely enough HP and spirit to continue breathing.

It was only then that they finally stepped back, and Bentro lifted his head to glare at them. "YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS!"

Illyan couldn't help but chuckle derisively. "We did more than enough for you compared to what you have done for us," he said. "We are what built this town—and you know it. We'll just be giving it back to who it belongs."

Weigo smirked. "The irony… I never would've thought we'd share a grandchild."

Ilyan nodded. "Funny that we only found out recently, and we found out about it in a very odd way."

"Anyway, we only had one child each and our level made it unlikely for us to father talented children again," Weigo said. "This means that our sole protege would be that child."

They grinned. "You don't even have offspring. Who are you going to pass it to?"

At this, the two of them stepped forward, looking down at the Lord who had lost his footing—in many senses of the word.

"It's time… to pass it on to the next generation."

They raised their weapons together and—with a heavy weight of their hands—finally took the former lord's life.

…

"Success."

A few hundred meters away, a certain soldier looked at this exact scene through his scope. He nodded when he saw them rummage through the Lord's dead body, soon coming up with the Token hidden on his clothes. ƒreewebɳovel.com

They had no doubt the Token was on him. After all, he was running to the safest place—the Warehouse—and aborigines mind were already biased with the fact that the Warehouse was the absolute safest place to hide during wars.

However, Eagle could not be completely happy. After all, there were still a few things to do, and someone to find.

Sigh.

Where's Chris?