Strangle had indeed turned into a little snake, but the crescent-shaped giant eye on its head and the multiple layers of sharp teeth filling its mouth made it look nothing like a snake. Put bluntly, it was still a tentacle.
Behind him, Wade turned his head, sucking on a finger enviously. "I picked up a Symbiote not long ago too, but it couldn't even go 'ee-ee-ee,' and it loved biting people at random, so I threw it away."
"Watch your enemies. Don't look around. Although I've dragged them into the open and stripped them of their greatest advantage, they are still gods."
As Cousin spoke, his greatsword whirled, once again having Strangle block an attack aimed at Deadpool. It was a cold wave like an Ice Storm, a blue-white tornado rolling out of a box in the enemy's hand.
Unsurprisingly, the artifacts lost from the Golden Palace Treasury were in these people's hands as well. A few of them were somewhat troublesome, since they were connected to the Old Ones. Mishandle them, and there could be consequences later.
Come to think of it, the People in the Shadows truly were the legitimate inheritors of these artifacts. They were Asgard's legacy, after all, even if they were not from the same Timeline.
"Just defending and counterattacking like this is too inefficient. We need to take the initiative." Deadpool's expression beneath his mask turned serious. He rubbed his twin blades together like Mantis, his little white eyes sweeping the battlefield. "I'll duel these gods one at a time, Cousin. Cover me!"
Having said that, he looked up at the sky and picked his target before preparing to charge at someone who had already landed.
Then he fell over, because after twisting through the air to use Destruction Ray, he had forgotten to