"The villains' ship is now our ship! It's all stolen goods, doesn't it make sense for us to confiscate it?" Kurohane said sarcastically, though a hint of vexation was audible in his voice. The Dark Elves' minds were unwilling to change sharply, and sooner or later they would crash into a tree like this! However, seeing Malekith able to fight Asgard to a standstill, Kurohane still chose to forgive him. "With emotional intelligence that can fight Thor to a standstill, there's no hope!" he thought, shaking his head, a small sneer playing on his lips.
More than twenty Dark Elves each carried a sack of weapons, their backpacks bulging. To also carry away over fifty Ravagers would, logically, be impossible, but Kurohane was a qualified Angel. When his Saints' faith wavered and their strength was insufficient, he would use Sacred Energy to bless them! That is, he would use the Mind Stone to feed those Dark Elves motivating 'toxic chicken soup.' If Kurohane said you could do it, then you truly could!
Under Kurohane's impressive manipulation, the Dark Elves not only carried two or three people on one shoulder but could also carry a sack of weapons, steadily advancing towards Yondu's Ravager spaceship, though each step left an imprint on the formerly clean floor. The onlookers who had initially dispersed were now drawn back by the Dark Elves' appearance. To be able to carry such heavy loads and still move as if flying, their physical quality was not ordinary! Not even ordinary beasts of burden!
"In the universe, strength often also represents physical endurance and racial power," one onlooker muttered, his eyes wide with awe. "That person being able to make these top-tier beasts of burden submit, his strength is certainly imaginable!"
Five minutes later, the "transport beasts" took over the spaceship that originally belonged to Yondu. When no outsiders were watching, Kurohane also stopped holding back, directly using the Mind Stone to enhance his Telepathy, allowing him to gain another group of "beasts of burden" as subordinates, and also successfully acquire the equipment he had always dreamed of: a personal terminal that could see all bounty lists!
Its operating interface was very simple, and it even used an English language interface, so operating it was not difficult for Kurohane. "Every civilization in the universe has different languages and scripts, but every alien Kurohane encountered spoke fluent English, so there was no need to spend time learning other languages," Kurohane smirked. "After all, this is the Marvel World, the entire universe speaks English. Just like Japanese anime, where the entire universe speaks Japanese. If you ask why, it's just natural!"
After familiarizing himself with the operation, Kurohane began filtering Yondu's subordinates. After this screening, it turned out that among Yondu's subordinates, there wasn't a single good person!!!
"That's not right," Kurohane thought. "Someone like Kraglin, who isn't very capable, doesn't have a bounty on him. He spent most of his life piloting spaceships for Yondu, at best he was an accomplice, yet he indeed didn't have a single life to his name."
"Malekith, separate those with large bounties and put them all in prison! Those involved in petty theft and crimes, place them all in the most difficult positions. They can go to prison after atoning for their sins!" Kurohane ordered, his voice crisp and uncompromising.
"Yes! Leader!" Malekith obeyed, his loyalty maximized, nodding submissively.
His performance surprised Yondu. He had struggled in the galaxy, yet besides Kraglin, he didn't have many loyal minions. It had to be said that he was a very unsuccessful boss. He also didn't know what kind of charisma Kurohane possessed to make his subordinates so obedient! It was only now that he himself was a controlled part of Kurohane that he realized Kurohane had no personal charisma at all, it was all about power and ruthless methods!
Kurohane helped Yondu up from the ground, his grip firm. Casually, he sent a ball of Sacred Energy into his body, a golden light slowly spreading, helping to heal his fractured left leg. "Don't want my new burden not working out for him!" Kurohane thought, slightly amused.
"I'm giving you a task. Recruit another group of people for me. This spaceship of yours needs too many operators. Just a few people left like this can't operate it; it's just a piece of scrap metal."
"But recruiting people so casually isn't good for us," Yondu said, his tone still subdued, but with a hint of hesitation, his brow slightly furrowed.
Although Yondu was controlled by Kurohane, he was actually given a considerable degree of autonomy by Kurohane. Except for the point of full loyalty to Kurohane, Kurohane basically did nothing untoward to him. Because this would not cause the controlled subjects to have too severe resistance reactions, and they would also gradually forget that they were controlled. It had to be said, Kurohane had many talents as an Angel; brainwashing and so on were very powerful!
"Don't worry about loyalty, just bring the people," Kurohane responded, tapping his temple, indicating his ability to control minds. A small smirk played on his lips.
It was only then that Yondu realized he himself was already controlled by Kurohane, becoming Kurohane's number two minion. Yet, he still had the leisure to worry about the loyalty of his new subordinates. "That's just unnecessary worry!" he thought bitterly, a piercing irony.
After a moment's hesitation, Yondu spoke about another concern weighing on his mind. His adoptive son, Peter Quill—alias Star-Lord—whom he had snatched from Earth, had made a rendezvous with him to explore some ruins. As long as they could find the legendary cosmic orb from the ruins, it would surely sell for a good price. If he didn't go, in case that good offer was ruined by someone else, he would regret it immensely!
According to what Star-Lord said, he seemed to have become the target of Ronan the Accuser of the Kree. If Yondu didn't give him support, he feared that even if he found the cosmic orb, it would be snatched by the Kree! However, Kurohane knew that this kid Star-Lord had no intention of sharing it equally with Yondu. The coordinates he gave Yondu were also fake; from the beginning, he planned to take the cosmic orb for himself, and had even found a buyer!
"Let me ask you something, if Star-Lord wants to sell a cosmic orb, how many ways are there?" Kurohane asked casually, his tone as if merely curious.
"Generally, for this type of specific bounty hunting commission, there are people who actively receive such items, so there's no need to worry about selling it!" Yondu replied, as a professional Ravager who had undertaken many ruin exploration and treasure hunting missions, his voice filled with experience.
But Kurohane's next words opened another train of thought for Yondu. "But the Kree Ronan has intervened, and that cosmic orb has become a hot potato. Ordinary brokers wouldn't dare take such an item, so Star-Lord can only look for someone who isn't afraid of Ronan to sell it. However, there are very few merchants in the entire universe who aren't afraid of the Kree Empire's military threat, and the most famous among them is Collector Tivan of Knowhere."
"So, that kid Star-Lord will definitely come to Knowhere in the end?!" Yondu mused, his eyes narrowing. "But in terms of strength, how could Peter alone escape from..."
Yondu knew Kurohane was right, but he felt sorry for his own son. With such a troublesome adopted son, it wasn't easy for Yondu to be a father! A small sigh escaped his lips.
Kurohane patted Yondu's shoulder firmly. Yondu felt his collarbone would break. "As a father, you must believe in your son! I'm sure he can do it! How about a bet, whether that kid Star-Lord can safely arrive at Knowhere?"
"What if he doesn't show up?" Yondu asked, his face a mixture of doubt and hope, his eyes fixed on Kurohane.
"I'll remove my mind control and restore your freedom," Kurohane promised, a cunning smile on his face, a promise that sounded too sweet.
"If he shows up..." Yondu began, his voice slightly choked.
"Then both of you, father and son, prepare to work for me for life! Until you die!" Kurohane finished, his eyes gleaming with calculation, his smirk widening.