The Death Knell

Michael was fighting desperately in the sky, while humans and cats were joking on the uneven ground below.

This may be a reflection of some kind of fairness, just like when people suffered on earth in the past, angels just watched in heaven.

The tide has turned.

"It seems they can only have a tie, Slade." Deadpool found a rock and sat on it, taking out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe his sweat: "Michael's seriousness reminds me of Captain, that It’s a style that is born with a 50/50 temperament.”

"Well, it seems that it is indeed the case so far." The two sides were wrestling in the air, and the stray wind blew up Deathstroke's cloak. He looked up at the endless sea: "At least the winner will not be determined in a short time. The power comes from the same source, and even the concepts of mastery are almost equivalent."

Although there is a big difference in body size, whether a person's fighting ability is strong or not really has little to do with body size. This is not a boxing match for ordinary people, it also has to be divided into heavyweights.

When things get to this point, it all depends on who has higher energy and who masters more concepts. Intangible things have a more important impact on victory or defeat, while things that can be seen with the naked eye are not that important.

I have to say that Wade's feeling is right. He is obviously observing with naked eyes, but he can feel something. Is this probably the intuition of a top mercenary?

"This is the real civil war in heaven." The cat lay on its side, supporting its head with one paw, and its tail swayed slowly: "There are no fireworks in heaven. What do you want to see like the big explosion? There won’t be any, it will just be some bright light at most.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong white light flashed in the sky, and a few seconds later the explosion slowly came. This was another physical duel between the two sides.

"Well, God's feet want to trample me to death. I feel malicious, haha." Su Ming continued to be happy. He even asked Strangler to remove his mask and took out a bottle of soda to drink.

"But Michael is obviously very determined. He will not let the people behind him die anymore." The cat lowered his voice and told Deathstroke a secret.

When God's body died, Michael was present, but when his back was turned to the throne, the body on the throne died suddenly. That time, Michael almost drove Michael crazy. He felt that he had committed the crime. wrong.

He even took out his own heart and checked it to see if there was anything wrong with it.

"Hey, it's in the past. Anyway, I guess the old man killed the God's Body himself, in order to recover his power or other things." Su Ming waved his hand and didn't plan to hear more about the past. It won't be long anyway. , everything about that old man will become meaningless.

The death meal package is ready, it just depends on how to deliver it.

"Do you want to take action? Let me do it." Deadpool stood up and dropped his handkerchief. The original white cloth had turned into dark brown, as if it were the color of Xiang: "Throw me up, I'll do it first. Let’s pee on the instep and see if the strength will be compromised after something holy is defiled.”

"Meow, so that's what you planned." The cat opened its squinted eyes and showed an expression of approval: "You really let your blind man encounter a dead mouse. Your guess is correct. For heavenly creatures, Desecrating their sanctity is a method that demons often used to fight angels in the past."

For example, pouring dirty blood on the wings, or splashing angels with excrement, these will affect the power of heavenly creatures, although it is not much, but it is effective.

Just as their appearance becomes dirty, their insides will become dusty, hindering their efficiency in obtaining energy from heaven.

"What do you mean, a blind man meets a dead mouse? You are such a bad cat." Deadpool wanted to reach out and stroke the cat, but the latter quickly turned into a cloud and avoided it. He could only put down his hand helplessly and complained. Said: "I learned this from watching the fifty-fifth season of Wilson TV's "The Power of Evil" series. The undead are afraid of holy water, demons are afraid of sunlight, and angels are afraid of filth. I am also an expert, okay?"

"Is there a possibility that the adjutant wrote the script?" Su Ming couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed the back of Deadpool's neck and lifted him up like a cat: "It's completely fictitious. Today Your plan really happened by chance."

In his previous life, there were only about ten seasons of this series. The ones Deadpool watched were versions that Deathstroke had brought in some plot outlines to make money for his TV station, and had the AI ​​​​the Adjutant continue to write and adapt them.

"Okay, but it's a good plan after all, isn't it?" Deadpool also gave up struggling. He pulled out his two samurai swords from his back and took a stance: "Come on, throw me away, I've already Get ready, it’s always not good to not do any work after taking so much money today. Outsiders will suspect you of supporting me. I want to prove that I am the protagonist of this movie and never take advantage of me. It's just like"

He talked too much nonsense, and Su Ming had no intention of continuing to listen. Instead, he started to swing his cousin up like a lasso and danced into a ball of afterimages.

It is a better method to slowly accelerate before throwing, so as to avoid suddenly obtaining a G that is too large and making the pilot unable to adapt.

"Swish swish!"

Deadpool, whose afterimage formed a circle, let out a whistling sound. This was due to friction between him and the air. Deathstroke aimed at the big foot in the sky, and then threw his bitch cousin upwards in the posture of throwing a hammer. go.

"卟叽."

Maybe the bitch's movements in the air affected the aerodynamic shape, or maybe the foot took the initiative, so Deadpool hit his ankle and turned into a puddle of red and yellow mud.

"Meow, he has turned into ketchup, hoohoo!" The cat smiled and covered its mouth. It thought it was so funny.

"It's okay. Deadpool has super self-healing. You see, he recovered as soon as we spoke." Su Ming asked the covering cat to look up at himself. At this time, Deadpool had slipped from his ankle and was soft. Standing on the opponent's huge feet.

Well, the self-healing of the muscles and blood vessels has been completed, but the newly grown bones are a bit soft, so he looks a bit like a brittle chicken steak, and his standing is not particularly stable.

But the problem was not big, as long as the gate could be opened and the water released. In order to help his cousin, Su Ming also took out the horn and played a sharp hissing sound.

"Shh~sh~"

As expected, Deadpool in the sky didn't hear it. This sound was originally only heard by angels and a few people, so in exchange for this, Michael, who was fighting, glanced at Deathstroke with some resentment. .

I’m really speechless. Is this what the trumpet on Judgment Day is used for?

Human beings are really creatures with madness integrated into their blood. This kind of chaos and disorder makes Michael very helpless.

But obviously the plan has been completed, or in other words, when Deadpool exploded on the ankle of God's Foot, the dirt had already stuck on it, and the next step was the pedicure stage.

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