To hell with the Torch Church!0

To hell with the Apostle!0

Their invincible gods stood behind them, having already hunted countless mutant jackals and hyenas who dared covet their home.0

They had their own guardian spirits now! No way they would believe in those intangible, untouchable teachings!1

Clad in a custom Deathclaw Hunter exoskeleton, Garbage stood by the third-floor window of the town hall, squinting at the people outside the town, calculating how to eliminate them with minimal casualties.0

Unfortunately, Make Me’s rat brothers were terrible in direct combat and they were only good at ambushes. That new agility type player, Me Quiet, wasn’t entirely useless, but he wasn’t exactly strong either.0

As for the survivors in the town, there was no need to elaborate. If even two of them died, morale would collapse. In the end, it would probably fall to him to carry the fight.0

The problem was… There was more than 100 people outside!0

Things were getting troublesome...0