Monac's 'Anti-Deadpool' spell is divided into five steps.
They are skin grafting, lighting, hair transplant, shaping, and deodorizing.
Once this series of magic is cast on Deadpool, he will no longer be his current self, but will become... less disgusting.
Su Ming imagined putting Wade's image through Photoshop in his mind, and after adding various filters, perhaps he would actually be presentable.
As long as Monac is immune to the halo-like effect of Deadpool's ancient god appearance, there's still a lot a mage can do to deal with Wade, who is purely a warrior.
And after benefiting so much, why would Wade provoke the Magic Prince?
If Monac is not happy, he can revoke these beautifying effects, and Wade would become ugly and dirty again, returning to the realm of combustible waste.
Returning to a normal human appearance, if lost again, would probably be more unbearable for Wade than being killed. At that time, if Monac uses this to threaten him, it's not impossible to make him offer up his posterior.
Anyway, my little cousin's integrity is practically non-existent; it just depends on how much integrity the Magic Prince still has.
"Darkness, so dark."
Su Ming shook his head with a face full of sentiment, and his gaze towards Monac was full of sorrow.
Is this the degeneration of morality? Or the loss of humanity?
Monac irritably pushed open a cabin door, glanced at the empty darkness inside, and made a gesture inviting him in: "I learned all this from you; appearance is also Deadpool's weakness, right?"
Su Ming withdrew his weapon just in case, walked into the door first, glancing around as he replied: "Him? His weaknesses are too many to count. Wine, sensuality, wealth, and food can all tempt him. Naturally, other weaknesses include his appearance issues, cancer, girlfriend, housekeeper Al, the rubber ducky he bathes with, the squeaky chicken he watches TV with, and so on."
"...Why did I invent these new magic spells for a fool like him!"
Monac was dejected and bent forward, as if he was about to kneel on the ground.
"Think of the benefits. With these magic spells, it will be even easier for you to woo girls later, won't it?" Su Ming put away his weapon and patted the Magic Prince's shoulder, giving a thumbs up: "Actually, I suggest you open a beauty salon. With these skills, you could become the Godfather of the fashion world, make big money, and also endorse the cosmetics of my group."
"No, let's not continue this topic. I feel like you're leading me down the wrong path..." Monac covered his ears and walked to the corner of the room.
Su Ming shrugged—it's his loss. Many mages don't understand the power of money; Monac does not consider that if he made a fortune, he could buy tens of thousands of acres to build farms and raise rabbits. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Their conversation was casual, but their search work was not abandoned.
This dark room now looked like an ordinary warehouse, spacious but empty, with nothing inside. It is known that this ship is alive, so this should be its stomach.
Previously, this ship's series of abilities was originally used for hunting, but they should have been exploited by Earthlings, using some method to restrict it from digesting the captured prey, turning it into a means of kidnapping.
Like captive cormorants under fishermen's command, with a rope looped around their necks, sending them into the water to fish.
Because the rope is stuck, fish cannot go down the esophagus, allowing fishermen to pull the fish from the cormorants' mouths and enjoy them.
And the cormorants jump up and down from the ship repeatedly, catching fish continually without eating a thing themselves.
Many are curious why it doesn't hunt small fish that are able to be swallowed despite the rope's constraint.
This is the difference between humans and animals; hunting consumes physical energy—a big fish can satiate, why catch a dozen small ones?
The repetitive nature of hunting can be tiring; natural predators usually prefer to hunt prey commensurate with their strength and sufficiently large in size.
This likely explains why this ship only tempts power users.
Su Ming and Monac are rich in internal energy and therefore juicier. Steve, with muscles all over, is full of vitality and has chewiness.
Peggy is purely an add-on, likely joined Steve voluntarily aboard.
Now, Su Ming and Monac are seeking the mechanism used to restrain the monster's neck— that 'rope.'
"Did you find any human creations?" Su Ming asked, with Monac not far behind.
"No other items besides the walls so far, but the King should've been sucked in here before. I suspect there is some kind of device; this monster doesn't have the ability to teleport people or objects instantly."
"But it could also be that the King was influenced by psychic abilities, creating illusions and teleporting himself here." Su Ming shook his head and proposed another possibility.
Now the monster is dead, how it managed to separate the three people is already a mystery.
"No, wait, come over here, look at this." Monac's tone changed to a lighter one, he had found a clue.
Su Ming walked over and looked at the metal object in Monac's hand. It looked like a small round disk with a pentagram engraved on it.
It's very small, about the size of a button, in a grayish gold color, appearing weathered.
"Is this a gold coin?" Su Ming examined it in his hand.
Monac folded his arms, looking smug with a 'something you don't know' expression: "No, guess again."
"Some kind of magic array?"
Su Ming recalled the 'World Pillar' he had seen next door, at the old Mount Olympus, resembling a grass-woven manhole cover but supporting the power of a giant defensive barrier.
"Correct, although accurately speaking, it should be half a magic array." Monac looked around, seemingly searching for something he couldn't find, then reached into his bosom, pulling out another identical one: "This is the badge equipped by the German Nazi Sorcerer Corps, representing their identity."
A complete magic array is a mechanism resembling two coins joined together, with a short metal buckle in the middle connecting them.
The pentagram badge is just one side of it, and the other side is printed with a skeleton. The two sides can fit together through a buttonhole, used as decorations on the leather trench coat's large lapels.
"Sorcerer Corps... how can their stuff be here?" Su Ming returned the magic prop to Monac, letting him continue.
"Those half-human, half-demon mixed blood lunatics, during World War II I didn't kill a thousand, but at least eight hundred, I can barely recall how many times I faced their threat, yet those guys like Steve were all restrained by magic, it was quite challenging at that time..."
Monac might have been reminiscent of those times, he began to soliloquize, looking at the badge he had pulled out.
"Just get to the point, unless you want to start from the birth of the Magic Realm?"
Su Ming interrupted his nostalgia, seeing Monac's expression, knowing that the badge was once owned by a German female sorcerer.
Indeed, with the interruption, Monac's expression which had sunk into the sorrow of reminiscence turned directly into an eye roll.
Originally he wanted to tell Deathstroke about his tragic experiences to gain some sympathy and comfort.
"In short, on one side, this thing can prove one's identity, producing simple magic protection effects. On the other side, when it's taken apart..."
Monac spoke, twisting open the small buckle and handing half to Su Ming, while holding the other half walking to the corner of the room.
Standing in the corner, he raised the button from a distance to show Su Ming. The next second, he suddenly flashed to Su Ming's side.
"This is its other function, teleporting the person holding one half of the button to the location of the other half, automatically avoiding obstacles in the process, quite a good piece of Hell Magic, derived from a modified demon summoning array."
"I see, so one half is here, and the other half was picked up on the deck by the King, inadvertently triggering the teleportation effect." Su Ming stroked his chin: "Moreover, because it's military equipment, it was specially equipped with a stealth mechanism, the Magic Floating Cloak didn't detect it."
Monac nodded, showing an approving gaze: "That's right, back then these guys' teleportation was hard to defend against. Many members of the Roaring Assault Team were teleported by sorcerers behind them and killed with submachine guns. The only preventive method was to keep one's eyes peeled, ensuring none of these things were hiding nearby, as no magical means can find them, Steve knows."
Su Ming crossed his arms, eyes scanning the iron-blue walls around the darkness: "Speaking of which, if the NAZI is behind these monsters, once they combine the monster's invisibility ability with this button, isn't it?"
"If they have enough manpower and gold, yes, you're right. Once this button can also turn invisible, they'd have an invisible, unpredictable sorcerer assault team capable of striking vast targets at will."
The Magic Prince responded with a serious face, those sorcerers were unlike ordinary warlocks, the demon bloodline made them more crazed and bloodthirsty, plus they didn't care if the existence of the Magic Realm was exposed to the world.
"How far is the teleportation distance of these badges?" Su Ming touched his beard, extending a hand to Monac.
"About three kilometers, not much use to you, you don't have magic energy." Monac grumpily took out the beard wax, placed it in his palm, observed as he scraped off a big chunk with his fingers: "Besides, this short-range teleportation incurs a brief journey through the Hell Plane, which is not good for your health."
"Then how do you suppose I drive the Eye of Agamotto?" Su Ming shrugged, feeling the smooth texture brought by the beard wax: "But I'm not interested in this, just looking for someone to research its principle, you know, I have so many subordinates."
"Yes, it would make their 'fishing' more convenient if they could teleport quickly, wouldn't it?" Monac knew Deathstroke would think this way, everything was for the sake of the mission.
Su Ming was noncommittal, instead changing the subject: "Now with the found item—not belonging to Captain America and Agent Carter—we still have a clue to pursue, so isn't it time for your divination witchcraft?"
Monac shook his head, putting away his beard wax and small button as if afraid Su Ming might snatch it.
"What do you think the enemy is? This is the German Army elite, not the African warlord guerillas. They have iron discipline! Losing this item, its former owner must already be dead, even if not dead on the battlefield, certainly killed by their own people, just to prevent other mages from tracing through lost items, for you can't trace the dead."
This was said the first time he met Monac, it's the limitation of divination art, thus Su Ming started thinking of other ways.