Seeing that the attack had worked, Deadpool immediately had his underlings wheel out more cannons and repeat the previous steps. If a tactic was proven effective, then before the enemy cracked it, they only needed to keep copying the successful experience.
For now, Amo's willpower really did seem impressive. An ordinary god would probably have crashed after catching even a whiff, but even with mushrooms growing all over him, he could still keep flying out of that brownish-yellow smoke.
So what Deadpool and the Little Deadpools needed to do next was complete fire coverage, filling the entire sky with droplet-shaped versions of themselves.
Ordinary organs and excrement seemed to have only mediocre results. The key was Father N's sugar water. From now on, every pilot would need to go have a bowl with that green fatso before taking to the skies.
Cannons were wheeled out of the big tent in an endless stream, while more Little Deadpools arrived carrying barrels of gunpowder. They wore delighted smiles, like children about to blow up a school with dynamite packs.
Amo did not have many choices left. His only way to break the deadlock was to charge straight at the circus and destroy the anti-aircraft gun positions. But if he did that, Wonder Woman, who was standing nearby itching for a fight, along with Batwoman, who knew where she was hiding, would surely give him an enthusiastic response.
As long as he landed, everyone could unleash the Justice League's signature group beating. So long as this so-called god did not have Reality Warping, his defeat was only a matter of time.
Cannon fire rang out again and again as Little Deadpools in all kinds of outfits shot into the sky from the barrels. Of course, not every one of them could successfully reach