Vashtorr froze for a moment.
Then a surging rage erupted from his chest.
His fury was so intense that even the psychic energy around him began to spiral out of control.
Many of the destroyed devices began to mysteriously revive beneath some powerful force of his, as though their souls had regrown.
Vashtorr's power was terrifying!
"Goodbye!"
Angel had originally wanted to tease Vashtorr a little.
But when he saw Vashtorr's rage, he immediately realized that in this situation, running came first.
After all, Gamma World's doctrine was simple: if firepower could cover it, never go in alone; if you could gang up on them, never duel them. And if a duel was unavoidable, make sure you had enough firepower ready to unleash. Defend your own territory to the death; as for someone else's territory, forget it. Your own life and health came first.
Right now, Angel could not summon enough soldiers to gang up on him. Besides, he already had what he came for, and the other side had risen. Fortunately, he was not wearing any Power Armor. Otherwise, after that blow just now, even the Power Armor on him would probably have rebelled.
Without a way to create an anti-daemon field, there was no need to keep fighting them.
Seeing Angel bid him farewell with such righteous indignation, without the slightest intention of taking responsibility for a fight, Vashtorr instantly snapped.
He could not understand how such a powerful warrior could be as cowardly as a rat.
How could there be such a cowardly warrior in this world?
"Stay! Leave the thing behind!"
"Are you stupid? I'm robbing you. Why would I possibly leave the thing behind? That's unbelievably dumb."
"!!!!"
Vashtorr nearly crushed his teeth, as though he were grinding some black hole within his mouth to