The Insect Emperor looked at Thanos with amusement, seemingly trying to discern his true intentions. Though the Brood had entered this universe only a little over a day ago, they had captured many prisoners and learned about Thanos. This purple fellow was infamous throughout the universe; that much was beyond doubt.
"Fine, Thanos. If you insist this is a partnership... this head alone is not enough to prove the value of your allies. I want more!" The Insect Emperor spoke fluent Shi'ar language, and the two communicated without any difficulty. He stressed the word "allies."
"I have something your Brood urgently needs."
This time, the Insect Emperor was somewhat interested. "What is it?"
"Souls!"
The defense of Xandar Prime had lasted three days. The Brood offensive had noticeably slowed. If their attack power when they had first broken through the passage between the two realms had been a ten, then it was now an eight. Their front line had stretched out, many elites had died, and they had to leave some insects behind to guard the territory they had seized. They were no longer as unstoppable as they had been at the start.
Even so, three days of brutal fighting had drained the Xandarians dry.
After the Female Speaker's repeated sobbing pleas, the Kree agreed to open their borders and allow some healthy Xandarians with useful skills to enter their territory as refugees. With the Kree being overwhelmingly powerful as the dominant ethnic group, the Xandarians would spend the rest of their lives bearing the status of second-class citizens.
Gladiator also fulfilled his final obligation as an ally. Using his influence, he helped evacuate nearly thirty percent of the Xandarian women and children.
As for the elderly and wounded soldiers, transport capacity was simply too limited. All they could