While the group in the sewers discussed Diana, the battle on the surface where Deadpool was fighting had basically wrapped up.
By the final stage, Wade was barefoot, using Rider Flying Kicks to chase the First Generation Demons. But those creatures were all desperate to dive into God Eater's mouth, effectively committing collective suicide.
Even God Eater, who looked like a gelatinous mud monster, repeatedly waved his hands. His wide-open mouth had turned into a massive doorway, and he spoke through a long, thin proboscis like a butterfly's mouthpart, telling the food to take it slow and not crowd. Everyone would get their chance to become nourishment.
They ought to line up properly. Even though his mouth could open to Infinite Magnitude, surely he still had to chew a few times when eating and taste the food, right?
But the demons refused to listen. The monsters poured madly into God Eater's mouth and nearly burst him apart.
None of the First Generation Demons wanted to die. After all, they had only been revived after so long. They had yet to enjoy the modern world or sample many of humanity's delicacies.
But trapped beneath the golden dome, inside the Broken Domain, and hunted by an utterly disgusting hairless monkey, they had no choice.
Being eaten by God Eater was one way to die.
Being suffocated to death by the stench of a lowly human's feet was also a way to die.
But the former could barely count as a peaceful death, while the latter was simply too agonizing. Every comrade whose face had been brushed by athlete's foot had drowned in his own vomit. That lowly human would even step on them with his filthy feet and spout lewd nonsense. It was outright humiliation.
"Ah, I'm exhausted. Cousin still has to