Garth Ennis's take on the Antichrist and the End of The World is far more enjoyable than anything that has been done about that subject before or since. This is Ennis at his best. Expect the expected, namely: great black humor, un-gratuitous nudity and sex, a shitload of profanity and, of course, tons of inventiveness.

Excerpt of the review from comicbookbin.com:

The Antichrist is among us, and he's neither ruling the world from a mountain of blood and skulls nor working at that Burger King around the corner where it takes 25 minutes to get an order of fries. Instead, he has abandoned his destiny, forsaken his father, and instead uses his powers to run a cable television empire, drink beer with a brain damaged Jesus, and bugger Joan of Arc. He also has a talking rabbit. This is Garth Ennis' vision of the End Of Days, and while it's not strictly according to scripture, it's just as unwholesome, and far more fun.

Immensely entertaining, inventive, and surreal in just the right places, Chronicles of Wormwood is showing all the signs of being as well-written as the first few issues of Ennis' Preacher.

One wouldn't necessarily expect the upbeat, light-hearted quality of Jacen Burrows' artwork to mesh well with a story about the son of the Devil, but it's that contrast that makes it work. Ennis is certainly taking the piss out of one's expectations of an apocalyptic Antichrist story, and the pencils definitely support that approach. Burrows makes fine use of light colors and white sections, completely the opposite of what, say, Mike Mignola or Frank Miller might do with the story. It's refreshing and unusual, and coupled with Ennis' writing, the art makes the end of the world fun again. Just the way it should be.