A gust of wind from nowhere swept through, and the scene immediately fell silent. The sound of poor Porcelain shattering on the ground, however, seemed deafening.
Deadpool, who had originally backed away the moment he saw The Batman Who Laughs, rubbed his eyes and took another careful look at the dead "suit." Once he confirmed that the thing really was this weak, he immediately puffed himself up.
"Halt! What demonic creature dares block our path?" With a leap, he landed in front of Cousin, drew the two Katanas from his back in a reverse motion, and flourished them before turning his head. "Cousin, you take a break. Leave these things to me. Just decide how many Credit Points to give me afterward."
It had been ages since he had encountered such soft targets, and they were actually in the Abyss? This place was clearly on such a high level—how could creatures this weak survive here?
But on second thought, Deadpool was relieved. It was like how even the highest-level Underground City would have Goblins. They had a Demon King watching over them, so what did it matter if they themselves were weak?
As long as things favored their side, that was enough. His twin blades were already thirsty for battle. When was the last time he had faced an enemy this weak? No, it seemed that whenever he went on missions with Cousin, he had never encountered opponents this weak!
Today, he had finally caught this wave.
Deathstroke, still holding one of the suit's arms, did not object. After all, the individual quality of these things was worse than that of little zombies. At least zombies had contagiousness going for them.
These suit creatures specialized in psychological warfare. If you did not know the truth about them, and a dead