Nanobots, or microbots, are a very broad traditional science fiction concept; It is used to refer to various types of micro-machines that act in groups, and its main characteristics are generally threefold:

1. Extremely small individual size

2. Highly unified cluster action

3. Precise and unlimited self-replication

The Human Federation once controlled by Russell and the "Door Builders" of Grey Wind's creator civilization have independently developed their own nanobot technology to help them carry out various difficult productions, and the humans of this universe are no exception.

Human beings in the dark age of technology are powerful and arrogant, and their thirst for technology is unrestrained, and their actions are more extreme; They have created a sentient nano-plague, an extremely dangerous technological creation that can modify the basic properties of matter at the molecular level, thereby infecting and assimilating all inorganic and organic organisms, and achieving infinite self-proliferation.

Such a terrifying nature makes one think of the living metal technology mastered by the space necrons that can grow and repair themselves.

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

Until today's 39K Empire, nanobots are still used by mechanical workers to carry out a variety of precision finishing tasks, but human civilization is now extremely conservative and decaying. The Mechanical Society, which has a lot of technology, is just a bad school valve that once it leaves the STC, even nanobots can't produce it on their own.

Russell, in his discussions with the Techno-Sage about urban planet planning, used various technologies as bargaining chips to exchange some common but powerful practical STC standard construction templates from him.

Among them, there are nanobots left over from the dark age of science and technology, which have limited their ability to proliferate from the source code.

Grey Wind is interested in this kind of thing.

After nearly a decade of analysis and calculation, Grey Wind has broken the basic restrictions set by the Golden Man or someone else in the source code of the nanoplague, allowing it to regain the ability to proliferate indefinitely.

Russell thus mastered this terrifying nano-plague that could infect and assimilate all inorganic and organic matter at the molecular level, crossing the boundaries of life.

As the exhausted Fódlangola Rangers crawled out of the hatches of the various outposts and boarded the three Starsail frigates in a panic. The soul matrix carried by the three warships all showed subtle resistance and rejection to these returning clansmen.

However, the Spirit Clan who stayed behind on the battleship did not think about it so much in the emergency situation, and for the Ark Spirit Clan, the life of each clan member was a precious treasure.

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

But the birth of Slaanesh destroyed the Elder Spirit Empire, as well as the Spirit Race itself. Each individual of the Spirit Race has been forced to break free from the soul link with their own people, and has endured endless pain and loneliness ever since.

So when the few Fdullars who stayed behind were anxiously concerned about the health of the returning Rangers, asking what had happened to them at the outpost, they didn't notice:

The people in front of him are actually dead long ago, and the corpses themselves have been transformed into brutal monsters by some evil force.

A pale Ranger fell to his knees in the cabin of Starsail One, as the Guardians tried to heal its bleeding wounds.

However, instead of flowing down the body due to the simulated gravity in the battleship's cabin, the unstoppable blood squirmed and climbed up the walls and the ankles of the last few normal spirit individuals like some kind of soft creature.

The Ranger then bit down on its neck.

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

Huge or delicate mechanical parts disintegrated in space, turning into an endless stream of nano-micro-machines, gathering into a wriggling hazy nano-cloud at the outpost's original location.

The soul matrix of the Starsail frigate wailed and struggled, but the nanocloud gently enveloped the three battleships, and together with the nano plague that spread from inside the ship, it completely infected and devoured the entire battleship.

The ambush in the Deloven system is over.

"The nano plague, it's terrible......"

Russell stretched and leaned back in the semi-enclosed cockpit of the Ark of Elysium's control room, looking up at the star map displayed above the computing array.

The vast majority of the star map is still blurry, except for a small area in the lower left corner, which is a known area that the Ark of Elysium has scanned on its way deep into the Dream Nebula.

A white-robed Monk of Truth came to Russell's side and whispered, "Leader, in half an hour we will be entering the next galaxy, the ...... in that galaxy."

"Getting to the point." Russell said.

"Yes." The monk was able to understand his leader's annoyance, as he was also a little annoyed: "Like the four galaxies we passed by, there are also multiple habitable planets in this galaxy that was temporarily named 'Nancy'......"

Russell nodded in understanding.

Since entering the Lost Dream Nebula, every galaxy they have surveyed has been so perfect and so habitable that anyone with even a modicum of astronomical knowledge can understand that such a group of galaxies is by no means a natural formation, and its artificially carved traces are not disguised in the slightest.

Like the Drovin system, the indigenous creatures that lived in these later discovered galaxies were also in primitive societies, some were already in the agricultural stage, and some were simply drinking blood.

Such a strange scene gave the Monks of Truth a strong sense of immediacy, as if they had built a small paradise world with a stable ecosystem themselves, and then raised a bunch of monkeys in it.

"In addition, perhaps because of the interference of the nebula and the stealth technology of the Elven Clan itself, we have never caught any signals or traces related to the Elven warship."

"This is the caution that the Ark Spirit Clan should have, if it was so easy for us to spot, they would not have survived in the galaxy for so long."

Russell smiled, not minding such a result:

"It's going to be a long war, but it's a foregone conclusion. I know where the Eldars want to end their journey, and all you have to do is keep harassing them before they reach the end, slowly tearing off the flesh and blood of the world of Fódlan's Ark. ”

"When the Furdora Ark Spirits have endured many hardships and hardships and arrived scarred at the 'Pure Land' of their dreams, I will be there waiting for them."