Marvel Person: You call this a sorcerer?

Phil Colson did not reject the very friendly deal proposed by Ronan.

Because he couldn't think of any words to refuse.

Just minutes ago, Ronan once again demonstrated his extraordinary strength.

They drove demons, who only existed in myths and legends, from the human world back to hell.

Yeah, that kind of hell where you can never be resurrected.

Although the United States does not have the proverb "give a beating and then a treat," there are similar expressions.

Ronan's actions reminded Phil Coulson of similar sentiments.

The situation is better than people.

What can Phil Coulson do?

He couldn't just let the plane plunge into the sea.

He didn't know if Ronan would die, but he did know that if he did, everyone present would die.

He couldn't gamble his life with Ronan.

Therefore, he readily accepted Ronan's "suggestion".

"What do you mean by imbuing it with magic?"

Phil Coulson completely ignored Ronan's next few sentences.

Since they'll have to become spirits if they can't do it, they can only try their best not to become spirits.

So let's focus on the weapons first.

Ronan glanced around and gestured with his finger toward the sealed chamber next to him.

The door of the sealed compartment immediately began to shake.

Leofitz was just about to talk about how strong the defensive capabilities of his sealed chamber were, to prove his invention.

But before he could even speak, he saw a hatch fall from the sealed chamber he had been trying to prove.

The hatch came to Ronan's side, and as Ronan waved his hands, the originally rectangular hatch slowly began to disintegrate into small pieces.

These small pieces were molded into daggers by countless invisible hands.

Everyone made the same move in unison.

Swallowing saliva.

Because they witnessed firsthand how the hatch, which they had tried to cut with knives, shoot with guns, and pound with hammers without deforming, was transformed "obediently" into one metal dagger after another in Ronan's hands.

This process looks just like cutting tofu.

Instead of cutting through such a thick, sealed hatch.

If you replaced that sealed hatch with their bodies.

I can't even imagine it, I absolutely can't imagine it!

Then, Ronan glanced inside the plane and waved again.

As if given a command, the table in the center of the laboratory flew directly toward Ronan.

Everyone gasped in unison.

Phil Coulson merely twitched the corner of his mouth, showing no surprise whatsoever.

He wasn't unsurprised; he was just used to it.

The table landed safely, and then the daggers that had been flying in the air also landed on the table.

Neatly arranged and perfectly combined.

Bullshit!

The daggers were neatly arranged on the table, three daggers in each row, and four rows in total.

In the fourth row, there was only a lone dagger.

It's so good it'll trigger your OCD.

But thinking about it carefully, the total number is ten, so my OCD doesn't seem so serious anymore.

"Is this the magically imbued weapon you were talking about?"

Big Black was the first to step forward and boldly picked up the only dagger in the fourth row.

He wasn't worried about Ronan poisoning him or anything like that.

Perhaps in his heart, he felt that he must have died many times over.

After all, he had said those kinds of things to Ronan in Phil Coulson's car back then.

His survival is probably due to the good deeds of his ancestors.

Big Black held the dagger and carefully observed it for a long time, but found nothing strange about it.

"Your weapon doesn't seem like anything special."

As he spoke, he brandished the dagger in his hand twice.

The weight, feel, and size are basically identical to a regular dagger.

hum!

A flash of cold light appeared, and the shelf next to it, filled with parts, was suddenly split in two.

Commonly known as, cracked.

click

The frame, like an old man nearing the end of his life, collapsed under the weight of its burden.

The various tools and parts placed on top fell to the ground, and the sound and vibration reached everyone's ears at the same time.

Big Black's waving right hand froze in mid-air.

He never expected that something like this would happen!

Anyway, he feels the same way as the shelf next to him right now.

They've all cracked.

"Now do you know where the difference lies?"

Ronan looked at Big Black with a smile.

Big Black nodded stiffly, swallowing hard.

At that moment, he was incredibly grateful that he had just swung his weapon at the side shelf, not at his teammates.

Otherwise, barring any unforeseen circumstances, what he would see is not a divided frame, but one or more of his teammates who would be divided in two.

"Very well, then I'll tell you some good news and some bad news."

Which would you like to hear first?

Ronan turned his gaze to the others.

As the team captain, Phil Coulson didn't say anything, but just looked at Melinda May.

The person he trusted most in this team.

"What's the bad news?"

Melinda also looked at Ronan.

"Looks like you're a pessimist."

"The bad news is that the dagger has lost its magic, but it is also sharper and more resilient than an ordinary dagger."

Ronan delivered bad news.

Phil Coulson then looked at Ronan, the meaning in his eyes self-evident.

"What's the good news?"

Leofitz also asked.

"The good news is, you still have nine more of these daggers."

"Isn't this fantastic news?"

Ronan pointed to the dagger on the table, still smiling.

However, the other passengers in the cabin were not so happy, and they all turned their attention to Big Black.

At that moment, Dahei felt like dying.

What he did before was like the comedic character in some TV series or animations.

Every decision he made seemed to be dragging his teammates down.

Commonly known as a teammate who's as bad as a pig.

"No matter how many of these weapons you use, the rest are all yours."

"Also, as I mentioned before, these daggers are much stronger than ordinary daggers."

As he spoke, Ronan glanced at Big Black.

Big Black trembled and immediately handed over the dagger in his hand.

Ronan expressed his approval with a satisfied look at his perceptive action.

Well, at least he knows about colors.

Ronan deftly twirled the dagger in the air, effortlessly catching it, and glanced down at the table.

The table, which was originally square and neat, had one corner cut off.

You should know that this table is not an ordinary wooden table.

It was a table made of metal.

This is why they all gasped when they saw the table flying towards them.

It wasn't that the airplane exhaust smelled particularly good, but rather that they couldn't believe how heavy it was.

"Is this magic?"

Leofitz picked up a dagger and examined it carefully.

Like the Big Black, it is no different from an ordinary dagger in appearance, feel, and weight.

He even personally witnessed the materials being taken off the sealed chamber.

However, the results were completely different.

Although the materials used in the sealed chamber were far superior to those used to make the dagger.

However, even if they used these materials to make daggers, they simply couldn't produce daggers of this quality.

Not to mention that cold glint just now, even in terms of cutting alone, it couldn't be that sharp.

"That's right, this is magic!"

Ronan smiled and nodded, then placed the dagger back on the table.

Phil Coulson gestured to Melinda May, who immediately understood what he meant.

Melinda took out a large black box from the side and placed it on the table.

This is a box for storing weapons.

Melinda placed the daggers on the table into the slots one by one, leaving only the one that had already been used on the table.

That's right, even the one Leofitz was studying was confiscated by her.

"To help you complete this mission more effectively, I've thoughtfully added a little magic to the dagger."

"That means anyone who holds a dagger can see those invisible souls."

"Of course, this is an extra little perk."

"As long as the internal magical mechanism is not triggered, you will be able to see the soul form when you hold this dagger."

Ronan gave them another sweet treat.

PUA! He's using PUA on us!

This thought kept echoing in Phil Coulson's mind.

However, he couldn't refuse the "little perk" Ronan offered.

Given the nature of their work, they might encounter similar situations involving spirits in the future.

Leaving behind a dagger would allow them to see those soul entities.

At least you can see how you were attacked, right?

"Trigger?"

"How do I trigger it?"

Melinda May asked a crucial question.

It can't be like Big Black, where you can just wave your hand a couple of times and use the magic inside, right?

That would be such a loss!

"Yes, I've seen how smart you all are."

"So I temporarily changed the trigger command inside to 'attack'."

"As long as you shout 'Attack!' and point your daggers at the target, the magic within will attack the target."

"Let me reiterate, not only souls, but even normal living beings can be attacked."

Ronan offered a friendly reminder with a smile.

However, everyone simply ignored the last sentence.

Using this kind of dagger to attack ordinary people?

waste!

That would be an enormous waste!

Ordinary people can use ordinary weapons, such as pistols, rifles, and rocket launchers.

If all else fails, call for support, such as an air strike.

Isn't it a waste to use such a dagger to attack?

Meanwhile, Big Black's face lit up with joy.

It seems his actions weren't entirely useless.

At least they added a switch to the dagger, which can be considered as testing and correcting mistakes for everyone.

"Alright, since you've accepted these daggers, it means you've agreed to my conditions."

"I hope you won't try to exploit any language loopholes."

"For example, I only said I would find it, but I didn't say when I would find it."

"After all, my eyes can see into the future."

Ronan pointed to his eyes and then smacked them again.

They give you a beating and a treat, then another treat, then another beating.

Wasn't it easy to get things done?

Phil Coulson nodded silently. He had also considered this "loophole," but he rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he can't.

Ultimately, it's due to the imbalance of power between the two sides.

He would definitely do this if the two sides were evenly matched.

Because the other party couldn't do anything about him.

However, Ronan is not in the same league as them.

This only demonstrates a few abilities and reflects the previous understanding of Ronan's personality.

Phil Colson believed that if they dared to use such petty tricks against Ronan, Ronan would send them to meet their maker.

Then Phil Coulson and his team will know whether God truly exists.

"Okay, in that case, I won't bother you any longer."

"I hope you can give me some good news as soon as possible."

Ronan nodded with great satisfaction and waved to everyone with a smile.

It's like parting ways with a friend.

Then, he stepped into that familiar golden halo.

None of them seemed particularly upset about the departure of this "friend".

Instead, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

There's nothing we can do about it; Ronan's aura is just too strong.

That feeling of being on the verge of death is really unpleasant.

"Alright, everyone, calm down."

"Don't think about it too much, let's finish the work we have on hand first."

As the team leader, seeing that the team members were having emotional problems, it was natural for me to step in and ease the tension.

This is his duty, and it's something he has to do.

"That's right, he's not like us, and once we've completed the deal, everything will be fine, right?"

Leofitz took a deep breath; he didn't feel that much pressure.

He was more concerned, or rather more curious, about the daggers Ronan had left behind.

"Phil, could I borrow these daggers to study them?"

"I want to know how he did it."

Leofiz looked at Phil Coulson.

"Yes, but only after the mission is over."

"You should study this dagger first. After all, its internal structure must be different from that of an ordinary dagger."

Phil Coulson pointed to the remaining dagger on the table and said in a low voice.

Leofitz didn't feel any regret about being rejected.

Because he also knew that their top priority now was to complete the deal with Ronan.

Otherwise, forget about research, let's first figure out where we go after we die.

"Mei, you're in charge of keeping an eye on these daggers."

"After the plane lands, come with me somewhere."

"These things need to be properly sealed away."

Phil Coulson glanced at the suitcase, which Melinda Mei was already holding in her hands.

Melinda nodded without asking any further questions.

After all, this kind of weapon was really beyond their imagination.

They do possess weapons far more destructive than these daggers, but those weapons are ineffective against spirits.

These daggers were, in a sense, the first thing their team, and even S.H.I.E.L.D., had ever acquired that involved magic.

Therefore, it must be preserved carefully!

As for further research, there will certainly be more.

But how far can the research go, or will it violate Ronan's taboos?

That's something they need to consider.