Fight? He didn't dare. Run? He couldn't get away.
The Great Serpent could only offer Deadpool some help. That way, he would have an excuse later—he hadn't directly joined the battle, so perhaps the conflict between both sides could still be resolved in the future...
At least, that was what he thought...
The Great Serpent sighed, raised his neck, then suddenly spat at the ground, producing a sharp sword gleaming with cold light.
"This is a divine artifact I've kept hidden away—the Grass Sword. I'll lend it to you."
He made a point of saying lend. It was an unavoidable choice. The sword was excellent, but who had ever seen a snake fighting someone with a sword clenched in its mouth? The sword could only be stored in his stomach, then spat out when an enemy wasn't paying attention during battle—a true "flying sword."
"Good sword! So damn good!" Deadpool was overjoyed. This sword could slash, chop, and thrust, and it felt exceptionally smooth in his hand. He loved it.
Under normal circumstances, he definitely would have chatted nonsense with the Great Serpent for a while longer. But Xiakala's situation was worsening by the moment, and the battle was on the verge of collapse. He wasted no more time, charging forward with Stormbreaker in one hand and the Grass Sword in the other.
"You're still alive?" Count Dracula was genuinely shocked.
He had absolute confidence in the magic on his longsword. Forget humans—even a vampire would have died completely after taking that earlier strike.
So why was this guy still alive? Surely he wasn't some vampire progenitor who had transcended life and death too?
Deadpool was fierce, and his weapons were refined enough, but his fighting style—sword in one hand and hammer in the other—was rather strange.
Honestly, it was