Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 88 Nano Plague
Nano-robots, or micro-machines, is a very broad concept of traditional science fiction; it is used to refer to all kinds of micro-machines that act in groups, and its main characteristics generally have three main features:
1. Extremely tiny individual size
2. Highly unified group action

3. Precise and unlimited self-replication
The Human Federation controlled by Russell and the "Gate Builder" of Gray Wind's creator civilization have independently developed their own nano-robot technology to help them carry out various difficult productions, and the humans in this universe are no exception.

Human beings in the Dark Age of Technology are powerful and arrogant, with unrestrained thirst for technology and more extreme actions; they have created a nano-plague with sentience, this extremely dangerous technological creation can modify the basic nature of matter at the molecular level, thereby infecting and assimilating all inorganic and organic organisms, and realizing infinite self-proliferation.

Such a terrifying nature makes people think of the living metal technology mastered by the Necrons, which can grow and repair itself.

When controlled by humans, the nano-plague that can modify material molecules at will is undoubtedly a terrifying weapon and a useful tool, but in the era of disputes after the Iron Man Rebellion, the out-of-control nano-plague has also become one of the many sufferings that human civilization has endured.

Until today's 39K Empire era, nano-robots are still used cautiously by Mechanics Society for various finishing tasks that require extremely high precision, but the current human civilization is extremely conservative and decayed.The Mechanic Adept who has a lot of technology is nothing more than a bad school that cannot even produce nano-robots independently once they leave the STC.

When Russell was discussing urban planetary planning with technology sages, he used various technologies as bargaining chips, and exchanged some common but powerful practical STC standard construction templates from him.

Among them, it includes nano-robots left over from the dark age of technology, whose ability to infect and multiply has been restricted from the source code level.

Gray Wind is very interested in this kind of thing.

After nearly ten years of analysis and calculation, Gray Wind broke the basic restrictions set in the source code of the nano-plague by the Jinren or someone else, allowing it to regain the ability to proliferate infinitely.

Russell thus mastered this terrifying nano-plague that can infect and assimilate all inorganic and organic substances from the molecular level, and cross the boundary of life.

When the exhausted Fordora rangers climbed out of the hatches of the outpost and boarded the three Starsail frigates in panic.The soul matrices carried by the three battleships all showed subtle resistance and rejection to these returning tribesmen.

However, the Eldar who stayed on the battleship in an emergency did not think so much. For the Ark Eldar, the life of each clansman is a precious treasure.

The souls of the entire race of the ancient Elders were linked together by a unified spiritual field, and they could always feel each other no matter how far apart they were. At that time, they could easily discover the strangeness of these returning clansmen.

But the birth of Slaanesh destroyed the Eldar Empire, and the Eldar themselves.Every Eldar individual is forced out of the soul link with his own clan, and has suffered endless pain and loneliness ever since.

Therefore, when the few Fordora Spirits left behind on the battleship were anxiously concerned about the physical condition of the returned rangers, and asked them what happened to them in the outpost, they did not find out:
The tribesmen in front of me had already died, and the corpses themselves had been transformed into brutal monsters by some evil force.

A pale ranger knelt weakly in the cabin of Starsail [-], while the remaining tribesmen beside him were trying to heal its bleeding wound.

However, the unstoppable blood did not flow down the body due to the simulated gravity in the battleship cabin, but crawled up the wall and the ankles of the last few spirit race individuals in normal condition like some kind of mollusc creature.

The Ranger then took it by the neck.

With the death of the last living Eldar on the three Starsail frigates, in the space outside the porthole, the outpost operating in the close orbit of the star quietly collapsed.

Huge or sophisticated mechanical parts disintegrated in space, turning into endless nano-micro-machines, and gathered into a wriggling hazy nano-cloud at the original position of the outpost.

The soul matrix of the Starsail frigate wailed and struggled, but the nano cloud gently enveloped the three warships, and together with the nano-plague spreading from the interior of the ships, completely infected and devoured the entire warship.

The ambush in the Drovin system is over.

"Nano plague, it's terrible..."

Russell stretched his waist, leaned against the semi-enclosed cockpit in the control room of the Ark of Elysium, and looked up at the star map displayed above the calculation array.

Most of the star map is still blurred, only a small area in the lower left corner is relatively clear, which is a known area scanned by the Ark of Elysium on its way deep into the Lost Dream Nebula.

A monk of truth in a white robe came to Russell and whispered, "Leader, we are about to enter the next galaxy in half an hour. In this galaxy..."

"Get to the point," Russell said.

"Yes." The cultivator was able to understand his leader's annoyed mentality very well, because he was also a little annoyed: "Like the four galaxies we passed through before, there are also multiple habitable planets in this galaxy temporarily named 'Nancy'..."

Russell nodded in understanding.

Since entering the Lost Dream Nebula, every galaxy they surveyed is so perfect and so livable that anyone with a little bit of astronomical knowledge can understand that such a group of galaxies is definitely not formed naturally, and the traces of artificial carving are not covered up in the slightest.

Like the Drovin galaxies, the indigenous creatures living in these later-discovered galaxies are also in the primitive society, some are already in the farming stage, and some are still drinking blood.

Such a weird scene gave the truth monks a strong sense of sight, as if they built a small paradise world with a stable ecosystem by themselves, and then—raised a group of monkeys in it.

"In addition, perhaps because of the interference of the Nebula and the Eldar's own stealth technology, we have never captured any signals or traces related to the Eldar battleship."

"This is the caution that the Ark Spirit Race should have. If they were discovered by us so easily, they would not be able to survive in the galaxy for so long."

Russell smiled and didn't mind such a result:

"This will be a long war, but the result has already been determined. I know where the end point of the Eldar Race's trip is, and all you have to do is to continue guerrilla harassment before they reach the end point, and slowly tear off the flesh and blood of Ark World of Fodora bit by bit."

"When the Fodora's Ark Eldar have gone through many difficulties and obstacles and arrived at the 'Pure Land' they have always dreamed of, I will wait for them there."

(End of this chapter)