Lorna's Birthday

Thanos followed up with another stomp. Brains and blood splattered everywhere, and Deadpool's completely mangled limbs twitched as though he would keel over the next second.

He was just a guy with some regenerative ability. What Thanos valued was Deadpool's madness, not his power. That ability could not even withstand a single blow from him.

Regeneration had its limits. Thanos believed his attack had exceeded Deadpool's limit. That pile of flesh and blood on the ground would not return to normal.

Just as he turned around, something unexpected happened.

"Big Purple Yam, I'm going to stuff you into a toilet bowl, I'm going to..." Deadpool's balabala babbling rang out behind him again.

"This is impossible!" In Thanos's senses, Deadpool had stopped breathing just now. His heart and brain had both lost all signs of life. By every measure, he had to be dead. Yet a miracle happened—the guy revived before his eyes the very next second!

Death, which treated all intelligent life fairly, had seen Deadpool and accepted him. But afterward, It had sent him back.

Deadpool did not flash with golden light and return to human form. He remained a gigantic human-shaped sticker, his regenerative ability taking effect as his body slowly repaired itself.

"I don't believe it! This is blasphemy!" This time, Thanos did not use English. He used Titanian, a language he had not spoken in a very long time.

A savage grin twisted his lips as he used both fists and feet to tear that huge mass of flesh that could be called Deadpool into pulp. Flesh riddled with cancer cells even splashed into his mouth. Thanos licked his tongue over it. It was foul and fishy; Deadpool's flesh carried the stench of rotting fish.

Deadpool, ripped into pieces, cried out in pain. It was obvious