Chapter 1922 (1/2)
”Deal, try to change the population of Beijing first.” The emperor initially agreed to the deal and planned to try the water with a small number.
Su Ming shakes his head. It's useless for him to fight against the common people in the universe. It's all a burden: ”cough, your civilians are useless to me. I only want soldiers or psychics.”
When the emperor thought about it, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the time seemed to stop. However, after a moment, he still nodded his head:
”then I only need pure blood human soldiers, so that is fair.”
”Don't worry, my goods guarantee that all of them are soldiers who come to the brink of life and death every day. They are more cruel than green skin, more cunning than titanium people, less lustful than space dead spirits, and stronger adaptability than Zerg.”
Su Ming smilingly shook hands with the emperor again. This requirement is reasonable. It doesn't matter that ordinary human beings have low combat effectiveness. As long as he has a good brain, the emperor can develop a transformation different from the forbidden army and star soldiers.
When he comes up with a new genetic technology, Su Ming will trade in some spicy instant noodles.
The emperor was still expressionless, but his eyes showed that he was very satisfied with the adjectives.
Want to stand on the top of the universe, what despicable, insidious cunning, that is the perfect human virtue.
So for a short period of time, Su Ming and the emperor discussed some details, and finally talked about how to deliver the goods.
Because the starfighters have been implanted with gene seeds, there are genes that are loyal to the emperor. How to give them to the death knell needs to go through a process. And the psychics also carried out a variety of brainwashing, loyalty to the emperor became the basic knowledge.
”I'll sell you the throne, and then I'll change the code in the genetic seed so that you can take over the starfighter and other tools, and they'll be as loyal to you as they are to me, but what do you want in exchange?”
The emperor seemed addicted to trading. He even wanted to sell his title.
This is indeed a very pragmatic idea. After all, he is now half dead and his body is hopeless. The only way is to live in the subspace in the form of soul to become a God and a cold sun.
In this way, the so-called imperial title is no longer important. It is better to exchange it for the future of mankind.
”Well, you're going to let me dominate the physical world, and you're going to dominate subspace? It's good for humans, but I'm afraid I don't have much time to play war games here
Su Ming took a puff of smoke and rubbed his chin.
”It doesn't need to be. Human beings are still my tools. You just need to look after them for a short time.” The emperor made up his mind. Anyway, the tools worshipped themselves as gods, so he took the opportunity to become a God: ”as long as you can close the net Road exit here and keep my tools, I will take the imperial army to fight against chaos, establish a kingdom of gods there, and wait for the day of human rejuvenation.”
He took the initiative to continue to fight against chaos, attack is the best defense.
”Well, you are really a god of man. Although I can't close the cracks in the subspace, I have another way to solve the dilemma.” Su Ming took out a few pieces of paper in his pocket to draw up the contract: ”we will sign a written contract, including the project we trade, and so on, and then we will solve the network node problem. I can accept the position of emperor, but your universe is still yours, I don't want it.”
”Of course.” The emperor looked calmly at a contract.
The way I'm talking about is ”wandering Tara.”
Su Ming accepted the contract with satisfaction, said goodbye to the shadow of Weishan emperor, and explained to the Emperor: