Z stepped out in front of the swarm of Godrix Worms, his expression entirely plain, as if he was going about another day's work. Godrix Worms, born from the rotting bodies of living Deities, who were imprisoned and deprived of their power, were a real, damn menace.
They were not easy to kill, not easy to defeat, but they bred faster than rabbits and could suck the spiritual energy from the air till a region was left completely barren. These worms were especially useful in war, and were often used by members of the Path of Chaos during realm wars.
Z had no idea why they were in the Geb realm, nor did he know who even brought them here. After all, from what he had seen, neither side in this ongoing war seemed too pleasant to him. Then again, his exposure was highly limited - being constrained to the Slave army and all.
"What weapon shall I use today?" Z asked out loud, as if talking to himself. The army of slaves that stood behind him knew that he was talking to them though.
