Under the control of the World Mushroom, this group of insects had completely lost their ability to resist and could only silently watch Richard.
As a Divine Chosen, Inhardt had learned the language of the Wizards, and at the moment, he could understand what Richard was talking about.
"Specimen, Wizard, do you think this will scare me?" Inhardt said fearlessly.
The Mother Worm God's Divine Chosen were not selected randomly; each Divine Chosen held unwavering faith in Her. If Richard thought he could threaten Inhardt the same way one would threaten an ordinary Warrior Worm, he would be sorely disappointed.
Unfortunately for Inhardt, Richard wasn't trying to intimidate him.
"Scare you? Why would I scare you?" Richard's lips curled into a sinister smile as he took out a Rune Scalpel from his pocket.
"I am not here to scare you."
Richard drew his scalpel across Inhardt's body, its sharpness sending shivers down Inhardt's spine.
What an incredibly sharp weapon.
