After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1656

1656: New Prisoners 1656: New Prisoners An elementalist needed to concentrate a certain amount of aether in their bodies to be able to combine and summon an element to do their bidding.

For skilled elementalists, even a second was sufficient to ‘start the engine’, as Alterrans would call it.

It was just that every time Wazan attempted to do so, he’d be beaten up badly, and at a speed that was difficult for even him to follow.

If it were just someone of the same level, he would’ve had those few seconds to breathe, but the current enemies wouldn’t even allow him to blink!

This went on for hours-the most torturous hours of their lives-stopping at some point in a clearing.

They were in pain, dizzy, and humiliated.

“We should be near now,” one of the hooded people said.

It was a female, which made them feel even dizzier and more disgusted.

“Yeah, stop here.

We can’t be seen dragging big men through the gates,” another voice said.

This time, it was an older one.

“It is unbecoming.” Wazan and the others were all thrown in together, unable to sit up properly.

If there was someone who had gathered himself, a strong leg would kick them down-strong enough to create cracks in the soil below him, so no one dared make much movement.  Wazan was the first to be able to lift his head.

By this time, the hoods were off, and his eyes widened.

The others might not recognize them, but he-the best travelled and aware of them-could recognize one or two people.

They had already dyed their hair, but he could remember that face.

Oslo.

Of the Gold family.

Then he looked at the rest of them.

He had heard they had gone missing, with rumors of them being seen here and there, sometimes in completely different regions.

Are they working with Alterra now?

A Level 1 Town?

His head was ringing, and he could only listen to them talk to each other.

“Can we just kill them?” one asked.

“We’re asked not to kill everyone, especially the leader.” They could not kill him because it’d alert Valov, and they were probably the only ones they were investigating.  According to Jonathan, they had also sent a few letters of reports during their stay, so Valov would definitely determine it was they who did this if they killed him prematurely.

At least until the seeds they planted matured enough, they could not die yet.

“The guard team would want to torture them for more information.” “Ah, I got it.” “Also, aren’t we feeding them some things?

Grandmaster wants us to find experimental subjects.” “Were those rumors true after all?” Olga asked, referring to the rumor that the old man kidnapped people to experiment on.

“I don’t think so?

I hadn’t heard that from a credible source.

It’s more likely someone who hates him is framing him.

There are plenty of people who hate him.

“Hehe I think he was actually influenced by Medussa and the rest of them instead.” “Well, let’s just get them to quiet down for now while we transport them in.

Let’s use what was handed to us to see how it goes.”  “Roger!” The next thing they knew, a few were force-fed different potions.

They couldn’t do anything.

Gurgle, gurgle Gurgle, gurgle After so many decades of living, they had never felt so helpless and angry, but they couldn’t do anything about it!

How?

How was this possible?

They had always been prepared, and in the rare cases there was trouble, they were always informed quickly, and they could run and avoid it in time!

What went wrong this time?!

They could not think too much anymore, because soon those who had taken a drink felt their insides burning.

It was very much like being burned from within.

“AHHHHH!!” “What did you do to them?!” Erggo screamed, and he was kicked down.

Erggo didn’t care for his men.

He worried that what was fed to them would be fed to him, too.

“Don’t worry, we have a different type of potions for you guys,” Oslo Gold said, waving around another ‘crystal’ bottle in front of him.

In retrospect, the one fed to the underlings was reddish, but the ones being fed to them were blackish green in color.  It looked (and smelled) like shit.

The wet ones.

“WHAT?!” The Golds ignored him.

“Record how they are now.

Something about data gathering every hour or something.” “Hey, we’ll get a copy of the poison if this goes well.” “Oh!

Someone also asked to video record this guy’s suffering,” another Gold said, kicking Wazan.

He took out a phone borrowed from someone and recorded the apparent effects when they could.

Next was Wazan, Erggo, and a few others’ turns.

“They only gave us a few vials of this,” Oslo said, showing off the black, murky-looking, potion they could see through the translucent glass bottle.

“Be honored, you get the first taste.” Wazan and the rest tried to run, but their appendages were broken already.

Wazan wanted to explode his element while they seemed distracted with the potion, but the Waning Pearl was placed in his mouth instead.

His eyes constricted, feeling the power draining off of him.

The Waning Pearl only weakened, not blocked, the aether around, but because he had been abused so much, it pretty much had that effect.  The Pearl’s effect was in an area, and it wasn’t that the Golds weren’t affected because they were.  However, their level differences were so vast that if aether was removed in the equation, it all went to physicality (not to mention many of the Golds were also elementalists), so Wazan just became more helpless.

Then they felt the effect of the poisons.

If the other poison made the others feel like burning, this one made them feel like they were melting.

“This one has faster effects.

Considering the ones who took it are stronger, then we can surmise that it’d work extra well on the weaker ones.”  “This is so good.

I wonder if I can buy one.

I’d love to drown Bleumrick in it.” “I’ll buy some with you, Father,” another voice.

“Even if he doesn’t die, he’d suffer for certain.”  While the Valov attackers were in deep agony, their attackers were discussing all these with a lackadaisical tone.  The Valov could only curse in their minds because they could barely gather the energy to breathe!  These bastards!!

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS NispedanaSan *knife out*