A vast swarm of Black Ghosts swooped down on Deadpool with an inexplicable hatred, like vengeful spirits whose entire families had been sacrificed to the heavens.
From afar, it looked as though a massive floating vortex had suddenly appeared in midair, with his currently golden cousin at its center.
The enormous Crown and the tiny figure created a visually discordant impact.
The last time Su Ming had seen something similar seemed to have been in the dreams of the Old Ones, when countless flies circled a huge lump of living rotten flesh.
Well, back where Hermione lived, Dementors also seemed to like diving down like this when attacking prey, except they added some circling movements.
Then he thought of Uncle Darkseid, because Apokolips's Parademons often attacked this way when feasting on people gripped by fear.
But God's enhancement of Deadpool was not merely a change in the color of his suit. The bastard had truly received blessings across the board, so strictly speaking, Wade now counted as a messenger chosen by God—an Angel, for short.
Perhaps "Angel Shit" would have been more accurate. Setting everything else aside, even his concept of "Disgust" had been greatly enhanced.
The Black Ghosts flying toward him had initially looked menacing, but as the distance between both sides rapidly closed, the expressions on their asphalt-like faces changed just as quickly.
Their teeth-gritting hatred turned into a strange expression of wanting to vomit while desperately holding it back, yet being unable to restrain themselves as black smoke leaked from the corners of their mouths.
Su Ming had excellent eyesight, but even he had to study the expressions on the monsters' faces for several seconds before figuring out what was happening, because these things had never displayed such complicated emotions before.
"My cousin Wade actually triggered a