"Your problem lies right here—because of you." The blue birdman extended a clawed wing and pointed toward Batwoman. "You think too much. And when facing a god, thinking is the most unnecessary thing."
Inside the spiraling spire, beside a bonfire burning with blue flames, the evil god acted like a teacher, sharing his experience with the group.
What he said was somewhat shocking, yet it seemed to make a little sense.
"Why do you say that?" Deadpool sprawled across the sofa, as relaxed as if he were home. He even peeled a patch of dead skin off his ass, and a flush of pink spread beneath his mask in pleasure.
"See? You're thinking again." Tzeentch grinned, his sharp teeth covered in the glow of energy. "Whenever you think, I want to laugh, because all human thought is a meaningless joke before me."
"But Pralaya isn't you." Batwoman spoke the name. She did not rush to dispute what this evil god personality of Deadpool's had said, merely listened patiently.
"Indeed she isn't. But she is also a Creation God. She will naturally be able to know what you're thinking, just like I can." The evil god paced back and forth twice. The two clawed legs of his lower body turned into countless writhing tentacles, and his entire form began to change. "So the method I'm teaching you is to empty your minds and think of nothing. Then she will have no way to deal with you."
"What kind of anti-intellectual nonsense is that?" Black Wally shook his head. Though he was young, he believed humanity's advantage lay precisely in having brains.
"Intelligence? You call those tiny chemical reactions in a human brain intelligence?"
Tzeentch became even happier. He could not help flapping his wings as if applauding.
"If a grain of