"So in the end, you still didn't tell me their names."
Wade pulled his Carbonadium twin blades from his pockets and stood back-to-back with his cousin, facing the dark figures diving from the sky. He even took off his mask, hoping his handsome face might earn him some advantage in close combat.
"I thought your thoughts had been paused too." Su Ming wasn't nervous. He confidently pulled his greatsword from the ground.
"I think, therefore I am. Maybe because I watch philosophical movies like porn, the Livestream in my head never stopped, and the Amusement Park is running normally too." A smile appeared on Deadpool's rotten face as he spat a gob of bloody phlegm to the side. "I don't know what your plan is, but you seem pretty sure that knowing their identities is the key to killing them?"
Strangle transmitted the slick sensation on his back into his host's nerves. Perhaps another pustule on Wade's back had exploded, leaving Deathstroke's back sticky as well.
But there was more important business at hand. He would settle accounts with him after dealing with the Gods in the Shadows.
"I always tell you to read more books and broaden your horizons. If you'd actually listened, you'd understand by now."
The world wasn't dark, but those gods seemed to come with their own shadow effect. What charged toward the two men looked like three-dimensional patches of darkness, or rather, a series of "Little Blacks."
The wind was filled with the smell of smoke and fire. It was the dust of Yggdrasil, no different from ordinary damp firewood, just as choking.
"I did read. I subscribed to a whole year of 'PlayXboy' and 'Penthouse' magazines. I often read them with Vanessa. You can't say I don't love learning." The gods looked close, but