The Lame Walker gazed at the group of people who had suddenly appeared before him, focusing particularly on Mr. Question Mark.
Its slippery head tilted slightly, feeling both puzzled and threatened.
Until now, since arriving in this world, it had never seen any native life forms capable of self-healing after being infected by the Hole.
Even Maximus, who had killed it four times, couldn't do it. Once infected, he needed to quickly sever the corresponding body part, and couldn't regenerate thereafter.
If it weren't for these natives somehow acquiring combat uniforms, its invasion would have been unstoppable.
Moreover, the "Hole" was its most prized ability, a crucial pillar for climbing to divinity.
"How did you manage to do it?
Even those guys 'out there' find it hard to repair my Hole structure. You've been infected for such a long time, and it's deep infection.
According to the plan, you should have long become mindless fodder, eaten by my offspring."
