"Deal, let's try changing the population of one capital first." The emperor initially agreed to the deal and planned to test the waters with a small number first.
Su Ming shook his head. He wanted civilians from the Warhammer universe for no use. They were all burdens: "Ahem, your civilians are of no use to me. I only want warriors or psykers."
As soon as the emperor thought, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and time seemed to stop. However, after a moment, he still nodded:
"Then I only want pure-blooded human warriors. This is only fair."
"Don't worry, my goods are guaranteed to be warriors who are on the verge of life and death every day. They are more brutal than the greenskins, more cunning than the Tau, more innocent than the Necron, and more adaptable than the Zerg."
Su Ming smiled and shook hands with the Emperor again. This request was considered reasonable. It didn't matter that ordinary humans had low combat effectiveness. As long as they had good brains, the Emperor could develop transformations that were different from those of the Imperial Guard and Space Marines.
When he develops new genetic technology, Su Ming will exchange it for spicy noodles and other things. This is trade.
The emperor was still expressionless, but from his eyes, it could be seen that he was very satisfied with those adjectives.
If you want to stand at the top of the universe, no matter how despicable or cunning you are, these are all necessary virtues for a perfect human being.
So in the next short period of time, Su Ming discussed some details with the emperor, and finally talked about how to deliver the goods.
Because the Space Marines have been implanted with gene seeds, where genes for loyalty to the Emperor are programmed, how to hand them over to Deathstroke requires a process. And the psykers have also undergone various brainwashings, and loyalty to the Emperor has become the basic
Knowledge.
"I will also sell you the position of the Emperor, and then modify the code in the gene seed, so that you can naturally take over the Space Marines and other tools. They will be as loyal to you as they are to me, but what do you give in exchange?
"
The Emperor seems to be addicted to trading, he even wants 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 a soul, to become a god and the cold sun.
In this way, the so-called title of emperor is no longer important, and it is better to exchange it for the future of mankind.
"Well, you plan to let me sit in the material world and you in the subspace? Although this is indeed beneficial to mankind, I'm afraid I don't have time to play war games here."
Su Ming took a puff of cigarette and rubbed his chin.
"There is no need for this. Humans are still my tools. You only need to take care of them for a short time." The emperor made up his mind. Since the tools worshiped him as a god, he would just take this opportunity to become a god: "As long as you can
Seal the exit of the webway here, preserve my tools, and I will lead the Imperial Army into the subspace to fight Chaos, establish the Kingdom of God there, and wait for the day when mankind is resurrected."
He took the initiative to continue fighting against Chaos. Attack is the best defense.
"Huh, you are really the 'God of Man'. Although I can't close the rift in the subspace, I have another way to solve the dilemma." Su Ming dug into his pocket and took out a few pieces of paper.
Drafting a contract: "Let's sign a written contract, including the items we trade, etc., and then we will solve the problem of this webway node. I can accept the position of emperor, but your broken universe is still yours, and I don't want it."
"Of course." The emperor calmly looked at a piece of contract
"The method I'm talking about is 'Wandering Terra'."
Su Ming put away the contract with satisfaction, said goodbye to the shadow of Emperor Weishan behind him, and explained to the emperor:
"The exit of the Webway is under the Golden Throne, and you have lit the Star Torch to become a signpost in the subspace. Then I will dig the Black Hive from Terra, stop it in place, and then remove the remaining parts of Terra.
Part of it is pushed to Andromeda or Centaur."
Yes, the way is to cut off the rotten flesh from the earth. Isn’t this a passage and a road sign? Human beings don’t want it anymore, not even the solar system.
Move the remaining clean parts of the earth to other places after being cut. Even if the Webway here is lost, there will be nothing more than an Eye of Terror. The army of Chaos emerges from a city floating in space, and another
What can be done?
Su Ming came up with this idea when he visited the Dark Angel's megalithic fortress and was ready to trade this plan.
The Emperor may have thought of this plan but was unable to implement it.
His physical body was forced to sit on the Golden Throne, and his soul manifested into the Webway to guard the entrance. The rest of the people naturally did not have the ability to move the planet.
But things were different when Su Ming came. Now that the universe is connected, even without borrowing the power of the Inverted Man and Emperor Weishan, the ghost universe alone can do this.
Manipulate the ghost universe through Sepurk, open a channel in the solar system, temporarily suck in the clean parts of Terra and Mars, and then spit it out in a suitable galaxy. Isn't that all?
When the time comes, the Black Hive will be no longer needed and will be left floating in space here. The Emperor's soul and body will be free again, and the Golden Throne will no longer be needed. It can just be taken down for Su Ming to play with.
Karma Taj really doesn't have a good chair suitable for the Supreme Master's status. He usually sits on a cushion or a Grand Master's chair, which is not enough to sit on the "stool".
"good."
The emperor achieved his goal and glanced at Su Ming again with his enigmatic eyes. A strange smile actually appeared on his face, but it flashed by like an hallucination.
He admired the plan very much, Wandering Terra?
"Okay, our deal is almost over. We'll discuss the details of future cooperation later. Since you're going to become a god anyway, I can find you some dimensional demon gods to share your experience in upgrading," Su Ming said to the emperor.
Huang put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it for him: "But you have taken so much advantage, how about giving me a small gift?"
"Say." The emperor was extremely talented, and he smoked the cigarette to the end in one gulp without any instruction. With the help of his spiritual energy, he even sucked in the cotton.
"Come here quickly, Efilar." Su Ming waved behind him with a smile: "The late Emperor is ready to help you take revenge. Aren't you very happy?"
The nun was indeed very happy. She walked towards the two of them crookedly while laughing wildly.
Deathstroke didn't lie to her. He had really become a new generation of emperor. Can he still abdicate his throne?
It was something that she had never dared to think about before, but she laughed and cried. She originally thought that it would be very difficult to avenge her sisters, and she would have to face the pursuit of the Inquisition, but it turned out that it was really so easy to achieve it.
She looked at Deathstroke with some admiration through hazy tears. It was him who allowed her to get rid of the fate of being a dust or a chess piece and upgraded to a tool man. It was really great.
"Why are you crying? Tell the late emperor what your enemy looks like, and then solve the problem. I will take you to other universes to broaden your horizons and live a good life." Su Ming patted her shoulder in a funny way, and the blood-red
The shoulder armor made a thumping sound.
"Yes, Father." The nun nodded and smiled.
Su Ming quickly shook his head and shuddered: "No, the late emperor is still the father, and I am just the new emperor. But after you join the Sky Council, you can just call me Deathstroke. I am a human."