When Even This Idiot Could Do It, So Could I!

"Roar, roar, roar!!!"

Outside the circle, over a hundred corpses bared their teeth and wandered about. As if they had encountered some natural predator, they actually hesitated.

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"Constantine, you really pulled it off.

What is this? A magical barrier?"

Patting her trembling chest, Natasha's instincts as an agent made her instinctively probe for information.

Earlier, she had briefly fought those corpses.

She had discovered that their bodies were extremely tough. Ordinary bullets could only leave dents in them, with little effect.

Yet the glowing red magic circle beneath their feet could keep them out. In some ways, magic really was convenient.

But Mr. Wade beside her was quite dissatisfied, shouting, "Constantine, are you screwing me over again?"

"How could I?"

Naturally, Constantine could not admit it. He pointed at the creatures outside the circle.

"Can't you see the results? Those things don't dare come in."

"That's true."

That was indeed the situation. Deadpool could have had eight eyes and still not spotted anything wrong.

"So what does this magic circle do?

Are we supposed to stand in here like the old man from KFC and wait until they leave?"

No matter how he looked at it, Deadpool saw no sign that these corpses would be leaving anytime soon.

As the famed hell detective, Constantine was highly professional.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, he pointed to the circle beneath their feet and explained to the two of them.

"This is the most classic demon-summoning circle.

Not only can it summon demons, it can also imprison them inside, protecting the caster's personal safety."

"If it's a circle for summoning and imprisoning demons, how good is its defense?"

Seeing the corpses outside the circle becoming increasingly restless, Natasha asked worriedly.

"What defense?"

Constantine gave her a strange look, as though he were disgusted by her intelligence.

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Natasha clenched her fists, cursing inwardly.

I'll endure it. Endure it some more. Damn it, I really want to punch him. That bastard!

"Summoning demons and imprisoning demons are its greatest functions.

If you want defense, you have to use specialized spells and magic circles."

"The reason those corpses can't come in is because they smell a demon."

Listening to Constantine's explanation, the two understood perfectly well.

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[Emotion Points from Wade Wilson +747]

But precisely because they understood so well, Deadpool subconsciously looked at his wrist.

The wound on it was deep, still spurting blood. Then he thought of the demon-summoning circle Constantine had mentioned—

"Hmm?!"

His heart went cold.

Well, well. After all that choosing, I still walked right into your trap, Constantine!

"Didn't you say you wanted to see a demon?

Don't worry. I'll make your wish come true right away—and give you a buff while I'm at it."

As he chanted a spell, Constantine raised his hand and drew an inverted pentagram on Deadpool's forehead.

A cloud of black smoke reeking of sulfur surged from the center of the circle, pouring in one rush through the inverted pentagram mark on Deadpool's forehead and into his body.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Mortal... the great Fire Demon Barlow accepts your offering!"

With a piercing, hellish roar, Fire Demon Barlow officially descended.

Yet Deadpool's soul was not devoured. His eyes merely glowed blood-red. Aside from feeling some guy named Barlow yammering in his ear, he only felt endless power surging throughout his body.

"Go, my loyal servant! Kill them, tear them apart! I want to take their souls!!"

Ignoring the noise by his ears, Deadpool drew his twin guns and leaped forward, firing repeatedly through the air in an absurdly flamboyant pose.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullets carried the power of hell, making those unarmed corpses as fragile as sheep. Under the barrage from his twin guns, they swiftly turned into piles of ash.

In just four or five minutes, over a hundred corpses had been wiped out completely.

Seeing that things had gone badly, the evil spirit tried to flee, only for the pursuing Deadpool to press a gun against its forehead.

The evil spirit raised both hands and did not dare move.

Deadpool stretched out his neck and leaned closer, smacking his lips as he began to appraise it.

"Blue face, white eyes, bloated body... this is an evil spirit? It doesn't even look as scary as those fake horror shows on TV!"

He seemed to have forgotten how terrified he had been earlier.

As a dignified evil spirit, being judged like a monkey in a zoo was more than it could bear.

Enraged inside, it opened its mouth and revealed a fawning—

Bang!

The bullet left the chamber, and the evil spirit's head exploded instantly.

Deadpool took a blissful breath toward the smoking barrel, then said in disgust.

"Shit. I saw the chives stuck in your teeth!!"

"Not bad."

Fire Demon Barlow suddenly acted, seizing control of the body and finding its physical condition quite satisfactory.

Even after using its power for so long, this body had yet to collapse. It was a fine vessel and sacrifice.

Next, it even planned to use this place as a foothold and slowly expand outward, absorbing more blood and souls at all costs.

Inside the magic circle, Constantine pointed at Natasha with the obsequious air of a lackey.

"Lord Fire Demon Barlow, your power is truly invincible.

Please come over here. I have another beautiful female sacrifice to offer you."

You bastard, Constantine, what kind of insane idea was this?

Seduce a demon?

You weren't even the same species. How the hell had he come up with that?!

Off to the side, Natasha cursed inwardly while twisting her body with all her might. Her eyes were sultry as silk, and she struck a seductive pose.

"Gahaha!"

Patting its belly, the demon's face split into a crooked grin upon hearing there was another sacrifice.

"Good, good. Unknown mage, I shall graciously permit you to tell me your name."

It raised a hand and put on a grand pose, then heard the male mage shout out a name.

"Phil Coulson. Very good. I, Fire Demon Barlow, will remember you!"

That name... it felt like it had heard it somewhere in hell before.

Unable to recall it for the moment, Demon Barlow turned its attention to Natasha, the sacrifice.

"Gulp."

That delicate little face, those proud twin peaks, that fiery figure, and that adorable slender waist.

"Hiss—top quality!!"

Demon Barlow swallowed greedily, its mouth dry, and with a lecherous expression, impatiently controlled Deadpool's body into the magic circle.

But the moment it entered, it saw the male mage who had just been warmly calling it Lord Barlow grab the female sacrifice and quickly retreat outside the circle.

Hm?!

What was this?

Wasn't he supposed to offer it a sacrifice?

It had already come over—why were they running?

Before its mind could process the situation, the Deadpool it controlled took the chance to seize control of its mouth.

"Constantine, you used to say you'd dealt with Satan in hell, and I never believed you.

But seeing this idiot's IQ, I could do it too!"