As a god, Amo possessed physical attributes vastly superior to those of humans, so having a sword stuck in his head was no major problem.
But the reason he was vomiting now was not brain damage, but Deadpool's decaying face.
Ancient gods had survived from a past forgotten by mankind to the present day. His willpower was strong enough, and he had seen many indescribable beings like himself. But when an entirely different kind of "Disgust" was displayed on a human being, seeing such a sight for the first time, he could only retreat for the moment.
It was too disgusting, and too strange.
In an environment glowing with blue light, he lay sprawled over something that looked like the ground but was not the ground, vomiting up everything he had eaten back at the Hall of Justice. Even then, it did not feel like enough, because his head was still spinning in waves.
Then a large hand landed on his back and patted it gently, while a tender voice sounded beside his ear:
"Feeling better?"
A strange power flowed into his body, as though wiping away all pain and discomfort. The warm sensation made him smile involuntarily.
"Yes, Mother, I'm fine now, though that strange human's image has still left an ugly scar on my soul."
"Deadpool is a monster created by humans. You cannot see through the essence of another universe, so he is dangerous to you." The Goddess called Mother withdrew her hand and vanished back into the darkness. Only her voice continued to echo through the empty world. "But the plan went well. Even Batwoman noticed nothing."
"Mother, your wisdom is unparalleled. Mere humans could never see through our plan."
Amo immediately revealed a fanatical expression and climbed to his feet, looking everywhere for his mother's