"Hire me? You mean... you want me to work for the dying Kree Empire?" Allen's tone carried naked, undisguised mockery.
He truly could not understand whether the guy in front of him had gotten his brain damaged by Thor's vomit, to the point of developing some unrealistic fantasy.
The Kree were no longer the powerful space empire that once dominated the stars and crushed anyone they disliked.
They were now a declining power, besieged around their homeworld by Sakura and the legion under her command, locked in a fight to the death. Their destruction was only a matter of time.
At a time like this, anyone with half a brain would not choose to work for the Kree.
One only had to look at the mercenaries who had always refused to take Kree jobs.
Mercenaries were, after all, an extremely practical bunch. Only when they could make money and had a high chance of surviving would they accept employment from a regime or organization.
"So... your answer is no, correct?" Ronan slowly raised the hammer embedded with the Power Stone.
There was no need to ask. The immense power of this Infinity Stone had given him almost blind confidence, making him believe he could defeat any enemy with the stone's power.
Even renowned powerhouses like Thanos and Odin could not possibly withstand a single strike from him.
Perhaps it truly was as the saying went: ignorance knew no fear.
Looking at this conceited Kree, Allen could not be bothered to waste words. He swung his weapon and charged forward.
There was only one thing he wanted to do now: personally experience just how powerful the Power Stone was.
"Looking to die? Then I'll grant your wish!" Ronan snarled and smashed his hammer down.
Although those clumsy fighting techniques looked no