"Ah! I'm getting sucked in! Save me, save me! Going in from behind is way too exciting—kids who see this won't be able to control themselves at all."
Despite struggling with all his might, for some reason, the suction from the Great Evil Beast's rear half was simply too powerful. Deadpool's arms kept sinking deeper and deeper, and by now they had been swallowed up to his shoulders. But after giving it some thought, he relaxed and said to the nonexistent camera:
"Oh, I suddenly remembered that the Great Evil Beast doesn't have X-eyes, so going in from here shouldn't be a problem. I should still be able to keep the NC-17 rating. Then it's fine."
With that, he gave up resisting. With a whoosh, his whole body was swept into the Great Evil Beast by an invisible force, like tossing a lump of shit into a calm lake, sending ripples across the surface.
For an instant, the gray-blue Great Evil Beast seemed to turn slightly yellow. But the shit-yellow tint flashed past and vanished.
Even so, Elaine sensed that her old opponent had been distracted. It could no longer focus on wrestling against her and had begun dividing its attention to dealing with the impurity inside its body—Deadpool.
The reason she had chosen the red-clad bastard Mercenary to help was mainly Lucifer's suggestion. Girl God had been sitting beneath an apple tree at the time, listening as he laid out reason after reason.
First, Deadpool's life was incredibly tough. Even on a conceptual level, his existence could not be erased. Lucifer himself could not quite make sense of it, but he had heard Deathstroke mention that Deadpool's immortality depended on one of the External Forces—popularity.
That counted as a high-level and powerful trump card. Setting aside Deathstroke, that human