As Charles and the other green centipedes rapidly severed nerves within the creature's bodily fluids, the surroundings began to tremble violently. A strange yet familiar voice echoed in Charles's mind once more, "Vulgtmph... nglui... wk... hmr..."
Charles recognized this sound. It was the whisper of a God, and this Spider was actually capable of wielding a God's power!
Charles's limbs began to slow, the agitation and fear in his mind compelling him to curl into a ball. He was faring better than the other green centipedes. The moment they heard the voice, their brains exploded, turning them into corpses that floated in the murky fluid.
For some reason, Charles didn't suffer the same fate. Move! Get moving! Move! With his mind in chaos, he slowly struggled back to his feet. Driven by sheer willpower, he stumbled forward and continued to sever the nerve before him.
