However, Ivan Vanko had even seen Vampires and Werewolves. Lizardmen no longer seemed particularly strange, so when a Lizardman—another creature shrouded in mystery—suddenly entered his field of vision, he was not as shocked or frightened as an ordinary person would have been.
After all, on this land, especially in America, legends and sighting reports of Lizardmen had long been widespread. From ancient Native American myths to modern urban legends, they always seemed to reveal traces of themselves when least expected.
Dr. Lizardman had not expected such fierce firepower here. Over a thousand Mechanical Soldiers marched toward him.
Any movement would get him blasted into a pulp, leaving nothing but chunks of flesh to search for among the bullets.
Ivan Vanko stood atop a distant control console, closely watching Dr. Lizardman's every movement through the cameras. There was not the slightest trace of tension or panic on his face; instead, he wore an amused smile.
To him, this battle was merely an experiment, a perfect opportunity to test the performance of his Mechanical Soldiers and Dr. Lizardman's abilities.
He had no intention of taking the field personally. After all, he had more than enough Mechanical Soldiers to serve as his "eyes" and "hands."
Dr. Lizardman's Regeneration ability was formidable. Dense machine-gun fire ruthlessly tore apart the surface of his body, yet the wounds healed at a speed that defied common sense. New tissue grew stubbornly amid blood and fire like tender green shoots, smoothing over each hideous injury one by one.
Dr. Lizardman's pupils flashed with a faint green glow in the darkness as he slowly moved.
His gaze drifted across the Steel Bodies of the surrounding Mechanical Soldiers. These war machines now encircled him tightly like ruthless Hunters.
Dr. Lizardman's body tensed slightly, muscles writhing beneath his skin like springs