Chapter 1922

"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:

"the exit of the net road lies under the golden throne, and you have ignited the star torch and become a signpost of subspace. Then I will dig out the black nests from Tara, stop in place, and then push the rest of Tara to Andromeda or Centaurus Go. "

Yes, the way is to cut the rotten meat off the earth. Isn't this a passage and a signpost? Humans don't want it, not even the solar system.

Move the rest of the clean earth after cutting to another place. Even if the net is lost, it's just another eye of fear. What if the chaotic army emerges from a floating city in space?

When visiting the dark angel's boulder fortress, Su Ming thought of this method and was ready to trade the plan.

The Emperor may have thought of this plan, but it can not be realized.

His physical body was forced to sit on the golden throne, and his soul manifested itself into the net path to guard the entrance. Naturally, the rest of us had no ability to move the planet.

But when Su Ming came, it was different. Now the universe is connected. Even if we don't use the power of reversing human beings and weishandi, the ghost universe can do this.

By manipulating the ghost universe through sepulk, opening channels in the solar system, sucking in the clean parts of Tara and those from Mars for a while, and then spitting them out into the right galaxies, isn't it over?At that time, the black nests would not be needed. If they were left floating in the space, the emperor's soul and body would be free again, and the golden throne would not be needed. It could be buckled down to play for Su Ming.

Kara Taj really does not have a good chair that meets the status of the supreme mage. She usually sits on the mat or on the chair, which is not enough for "stool times".

"Good."

The emperor achieved his goal. He looked at Su Ming again with a mysterious look in his eyes. He even had a strange smile on his face, but it flashed like an illusion.

He really appreciates the plan, Tara?

"Well, we've almost finished our deal. We'll talk about the details of cooperation in the future. Anyway, you're going to be a God. I can find you some dimension demons to exchange experience of upgrading." Su Mingsai gave the emperor a cigarette in his mouth and helped him light it: "but you took so much advantage. How about giving me a small gift?"

"Say it." The emperor was gifted and smoked his cigarette to the bottom without any teacher. With the help of psychic powers, he even smoked cotton.

"Come here, ephrail." After Su Ming Dynasty, he waved with a smile: "the first emperor is going to take revenge for you. Isn't he very happy?"

The nun was really very happy. She laughed wildly and walked towards them.

The death knell did not deceive her. He really became the emperor of a new generation. Could the throne be abdicated?

it was something that I could not even think of before, but she laughed and cried. Originally, she thought it would be very difficult to avenge her sisters and face the trial court's pursuit, but it was so easy to realize all these things.

She looked at the death knell with some admiration through the dim tears. It was he who let himself get rid of the fate of dust or chess pieces and upgraded to a tool man. It was really good.

"What are you crying for? Tell the emperor what your enemy looks like, and then solve the problem. I'll take you to other universes to open your eyes and live a good life. " Su Ming slapped her on the shoulder, and the red shoulder armor banged.

"Yes, father." The nun nodded, smiling.

Su Ming quickly shook his head and shivered: "no, the first emperor or the whole father. I'm just a new emperor. But after you join the sky Council, you'd better call me the death knell. I'm a human being."

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