"Beloved Immortal God! Praise be to you!"
The old man performing the spirit dance flailed his limbs on the raised platform as if having a seizure, speaking a strange language that mixed Old English with modern English.
Because Thor liked to speak Old English at every turn, and Wade thought it sounded classy, he had imitated him whenever he played a god. This tribe had passed down that peculiar language as well.
And because Wade's entire body was rotten yet he refused to die, he had also acquired the title of Immortal God.
"By your generous blessings, we have lived in abundance. We are but dust, weak and lowly, and now we tremble as we bow before you, offering this monument to the world in your honor."
When Su Ming and the others followed Wade into the tribe, the old priest was holding the final unveiling ceremony for the statue. The earthen slope and scaffolding used to build it had been removed, the paint had been applied, and all that remained was several days of singing, dancing, and celebration.
Deadpool was fairly satisfied with the statue's design, so he swaggered through the crowd and went straight up onto the platform, intending to give a speech of thanks.
What he failed to notice was that everyone's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
After all, the tribespeople who had personally encountered him back then had long since died. Their descendants had never seen Deadpool in person; at most, the tribe had some photographs he had left behind.
Since the technology tree here had never really advanced, and Deadpool had neither much vacation time nor patience, their god had probably ignored them for tens of thousands of years.
The Immortal God had changed from a tangible being into a spiritual symbol,