"Deal. Let's start by exchanging ten quadrillion people and see how it goes." The Emperor tentatively agreed to the trade, planning to test the waters with a small number first.
Su Ming shook his head. Warhammer Universe civilians were of no use to him; they would only be a burden. "Ahem. Your civilians are useless to me. I only want warriors or Psionics."
At a thought from the Emperor, the surroundings changed dramatically, and time itself seemed to freeze. Yet after a moment, he still nodded.
"Then I only want pure-blooded human warriors. That would be fair."
"Don't worry. I guarantee every one of my goods is a warrior who lives on the edge of life and death every day—more brutal than Greenskins, craftier than the T'au, more ascetic than Necrons, and even more adaptable than the Zerg."
Su Ming smiled as he shook hands with the Emperor again. That request was reasonable enough. It did not matter if ordinary humans were weak in combat; as long as they were smart enough, the Emperor could develop enhancements different from those used for Custodes and Space Marines.
Once he developed new genetic technology, Su Ming could trade away things like Spicy Strips and instant noodles in exchange. That was trade.
The Emperor remained expressionless, but his eyes revealed how pleased he was with those descriptions.
To stand at the peak of the universe, being shameless, insidious, and cunning were all virtues required of perfect humans.
Thus, over the next short while, Su Ming and the Emperor discussed a number of details before eventually reaching the issue of delivery.
Because the Space Marines had all been implanted with Gene-Seeds containing genetic programming that made them loyal to the Emperor, handing them over to Deathstroke would require a process. The Psionics had likewise