The giant sandworm was not the first giant creature Deathstroke had dealt with, and it was not particularly powerful in itself.
A massive body paired with magic abilities or advanced energy would be troublesome, but a monster that relied purely on brute force was merely a bigger target.
Big bodies often meant high endurance and strong defenses, but such advantages meant little to a Mercenary wielding divine artifacts.
Besides, since it was called a sandworm—and the grub-like kind seen in Dune—it meant it did not even have claws. At least for now, aside from spitting sand, devouring dirt with its huge mouth, and screaming as a Sonic Weapon, it had not displayed any other means of attack.
Of course, those oversized implants mounted on its body might have offensive functions, but they were no problem for Carol or him.
"Why is this such a philosophical question? Whether a bug can dream should depend on how developed its brain is, right?" Captain Marvel was somewhat uncertain. She looked at the monster rolling and roaring through the desert, her expression faintly disgusted. "I think it can. Look at its eyes—they're as big as basketball courts, and there's evil light in them. It definitely has intelligence and memories."
What evil light?
Su Ming said he had not seen any. If it had been normal-sized, the few pairs of tiny bean-like eyes on the front of its head might even have been considered cute.
"Why are you staring into a worm monster's eyes? It's like making eye contact with a rat—you always feel like they have shifty eyes." He sighed and flew toward the giant beast with Carol. "Elsa, look after the Guardians of the Galaxy. The captain and I will be right back."
The Mage below grabbed the Red Stone necklace on her