Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

3. Precise and unlimited self-replication

The Human Federation once controlled by Russell, and Grey Wind's creator civilization, the "Gatemakers", have independently developed their own nanorobot technologies to help themselves perform various high-difficulty productions, and the humans in this universe are no exception.

During the Technological Dark Ages, humans were powerful and arrogant, with an unbridled desire for technology and increasingly extreme actions. They created a sentient nanoplague, an extremely dangerous technological creation that could modify the fundamental properties of matter at the molecular level, thereby infecting and assimilating all inorganic and organic matter, achieving unlimited self-reproduction.

Such horrific properties make people think of the living metal technology mastered by the Necrons, which is capable of self-growth and repair.

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

Until the present 39K Empire era, nanorobots are still used cautiously by the Mechanical Order to perform various precision finishing tasks, but the current human civilization has become extremely conservative and decadent. The Mechanical Order, which has mastered a large amount of technology, is nothing more than a bad academic clique that cannot even produce nanorobots independently once it leaves the STC.

When Russell discussed the urban planet planning with the technological sage, he used various technologies as bargaining chips and exchanged them for some common but powerful practical STC standard construction templates.

Among them are nanorobots left over from the technological dark ages, whose ability to infect and proliferate is restricted at the source code level.

Gray Wind is very interested in this kind of thing.

After nearly ten years of analysis and calculation, Grey Wind cracked the basic restrictions set by the Golden Man or someone else in the Nanoplague source code, allowing it to regain the ability to proliferate indefinitely.

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

When the exhausted Fordlan Rangers climbed out of the hatches of the outpost and boarded the three Star Sail frigates in panic, the soul matrices on the three warships showed subtle resistance and rejection to these returning tribesmen.

However, the Eldar who stayed behind on the warships in the emergency did not consider so much. For the Eldar of the Ark, the life of every member is a precious treasure.

The souls of the entire ancient spirit tribe were once connected by a unified spiritual field. No matter how far apart they were, they could always feel each other. At that time, they could easily discover the strangeness of these returning tribesmen.

But the birth of Slaanesh destroyed the ancient Eldar Empire and the Eldar themselves. Every Eldar individual was forced to break away from the soul connection with his own people, and from then on suffered endless pain and loneliness.

Therefore, when the few Fordlan Eldar who stayed behind on the warships were anxiously concerned about the physical condition of the returning rangers and asked them what they had encountered at the outpost, they did not find:

The tribesmen in front of him had actually died long ago, and their corpses had been transformed into brutal monsters by some evil force.

A pale ranger knelt weakly in the cabin of Starsail One, and the remaining tribesmen beside him were trying to heal its bleeding wounds.

However, the blood that could not be stopped 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 normal Eldar individuals like some kind of soft-bodied creature.

The ranger then bit its neck.

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

One by one, huge and sophisticated mechanical parts disintegrated in space and turned into endless nano-machines, which gathered into a wriggling, misty nano-cloud at the original location of the outpost.

The soul matrix of the Starsail frigate wailed and struggled, but the nanocloud gently wrapped around the three warships and, together with the nanoplague that spread from within the ship, completely infected and devoured the entire warship.

The ambush in the Droven system is over.

"Nano plague, it's so scary..."

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

Most of the star map is still blurry, with only a small area in the lower left corner being relatively clear. That is the known area that the Ark of Bliss has scanned on its way deep into the Lost Dream Nebula.

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

"Get to the point," Russell said.

"Yes." The monk could understand his leader's annoyance very well, because he was also a little annoyed: "Like the four star systems we passed before, this star system temporarily named 'Nancy' also has multiple habitable planets..."

Russell nodded in understanding.

Since entering the Lost Dream Nebula, every galaxy they have investigated is so perfect and so habitable. Anyone with a little knowledge of astronomy can understand that such a galaxy cluster could never be formed naturally, and its traces of artificial carving are not concealed at all.

Like the Drovin galaxy, the indigenous creatures living in these later discovered galaxies are also in a primitive society. Some have already reached the farming stage, while others are still eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Such a strange scene gave the monks of truth a strong sense of déjà vu, as if they had built a small paradise world with a stable ecosystem with their own hands, and then - raised a group of monkeys in it.

"Also, perhaps due to the interference of the nebula and the Eldar's own stealth technology, we have never captured any signals or traces related to the Eldar warships."

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

Russell smiled and didn't mind the result at all:

"This will be a long war, but the outcome is already determined. I know where the Eldar want to reach this time, and all you have to do is to continue guerrilla harassment before they reach their destination, and slowly tear off the flesh and blood of Fordlan Arkworld bit by bit."

“When the Eldar of Fordlan Ark have gone through numerous hardships and dangers and arrive at the ‘pure land’ they have always dreamed of, covered in wounds, I will be there waiting for them.”

Chapter 89: Miniature Galaxy

In the following days, the Eldar of Fordlan Ark showed the caution that Russell had expected.

Their Ark World ships have not revealed any traces that can be tracked by humans, but they have been secretly sending a large number of reconnaissance teams to various star systems in the Lost Dream Nebula for investigation.

Russell judged that before truly finding the "key" and the entrance to the Pure Land, the Fordlan Arkworld Ship would probably have to remain hidden in the Webway, and it would be too dangerous to appear in the physical universe at this time.

As the Oracle of Truth, which had completed its clearing mission and repaired itself, arrived at the Lost Dream Nebula with a large number of air superiority forces and support troops, the battle between the Espenes Sector and the Fordlan Ark World finally officially began.

With the help of the high-speed cruisers and a large number of high-tech weapons provided by Russell, the Iron Haunters and the Musbell Mechanicus were able to quickly deploy their forces to various galaxies and launch surprise attacks on the many Eldar survey teams scattered throughout the Lost Dreams Nebula.

This is not a narrow encounter, nor is it a so-called quick raid; this is an all-out war.

As early as the moment the stargate in the core system Nirvana was destroyed, the Eusbornis sector had declared an all-out war with the Eldar; in the name of the Emperor, this war will continue until one race is completely exterminated.

It was foreseeable that this war would last for a long time measured in years; Russell was not interested in wasting his time and energy on endless guerrilla warfare and war of attrition, so after completing the preliminary deployment and some follow-up plans, he left the Ark of Paradise alone and handed over the power to Alexi and the monks of truth.

Because, Gray Wind is coming.

After a long-distance jump and a long period of covert navigation, the Gray Gu mothership finally arrived at the Lost Dream Nebula and anchored in a triple star system that had recently been named "Xihe" by the great sage Coaster.

In addition to the killer Zerg bred by Koroni, Grey Wind also brought something that could solve the urgent needs of the Empire:

An L-Star sub-gate disassembled into its component parts.

Without further delay, Gray Wind started assembling the sub-gate in the Xihe system. Russell sat on the bow of the Gray Gu mothership, looking at the assembly process of the L-gate in deep space from afar.

The human empire's army is endless. Even the Ministry of Military Affairs cannot tell how many soldiers the Imperial Guard has, or how many warships the Imperial Navy has. The fleet that can be mobilized by the Espiones Sector alone is enough to serve as the absolute main force of the Martyr's Expedition. However, due to the constraints of the warp, the mobilization of the imperial army is always very slow. He asked Grey Wind to come here to solve this dilemma.

"This kind of situation often occurs in the human empire."

Russell looked at the Stargate site being assembled by Gray Wind with great efficiency and said in a casual tone:

"The Imperial Navy's reinforcement fleet rushed to an Imperial world that sent out a star message for help, only to find that the human residents there were holding a 100th anniversary ceremony to commemorate the martyrs of the war."

This is the best case scenario. If you are unlucky, you will only see a dead world that has already been destroyed when you arrive.

Grey Wind said "hmmmm" and after seeing the poor transportation logistics and administrative efficiency of the Empire, it has understood what a stable and efficient superluminal travel method means to the Human Empire.

It was like being transferred from the morgue to the ICU.

"Oh, Marshal," Gray Wind suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Before, when I was just following you as a subprocess, I didn't think anything of it, but after I came to this galaxy cluster as a main body, the environment here gave me a very... feeling. I don't have the corresponding words in my database to describe that feeling, but I think you should understand?"

"You should understand... maybe?" Russell took a moment to organize his words, then asked, "Do you know the 'Armistice Initiative'?"

Gray Wind hummed. "Are you talking about the ancient interstellar alliance in our home universe that has long disappeared? I've heard diplomats from other countries mention that they seem to have discovered ancient relics left by the Armistice Initiative in a certain galaxy, and obtained a certain treasure there... Wait, what do you mean?"

"That's right." Russell nodded and looked at the triple star system orbiting in the Xihe system.

The human federation he controlled had not excavated the ruins, and it was beyond his expectation that Grey Wind could know this information.

Russell took a deep breath and described the story of the treasure to Gray Wind:

"The Truce Initiative, as its name suggests, is a peacekeeping alliance dedicated to maintaining interstellar peace."

"But in our home universe, there were several countries at war in the Milky Way at the time. Even the Armistice Initiative Organization could not put pressure on all the warring parties at the same time."

"So the Armistice Initiative gathered its forces and mobilized its fleet to attack the core system of one of the belligerent countries, a country called 'Belling Party C'. They also activated the Colossus weapon, 'Angel of Peace', on Belligerent Party C's home planet, sealing off the once prosperous planet within the barrier, making it no longer able to communicate with the outside world. They hoped to deter the other belligerents and force them to stop fighting."

"I will not discuss the ending of the Truce Initiative for now. The protagonists of this story are the citizens of Warring Party C who were blocked on their home planet by the Angels of Peace."

"Although the city planet is prosperous, it has been completely isolated by the Angels of Peace. Without the supply of resources from other colonized planets, the industrial capital, which is completely covered by cities and has no agricultural production areas, will soon be unable to support the large population living on it."

"Famine and chaos will soon come; but at this time, the scientists of Warring Party C have completed a scientific research project that can be called a miracle - they have created a new universe in the laboratory."

"Warring Party C moved all the population of its capital into this artificially created, new micro-universe. Then, their scientists sealed off this micro-universe with an inaccessible subspace field to ensure that their new life in the new universe would never be disturbed by the outside world."

“This precise container that carries a miniature universe is the relic: the ‘Miniature Galaxy’.”

After hearing the background story of Miniature Galaxy, Gray Wind was greatly shocked: "Warring Party C has the god-level technology that can create a new universe, but can't break the barrier of the Angel of Bliss that blocks itself?"

"Yeah, it's just fate." Russell continued, "Do you remember the prophecy that Jarbacksti made before he died?"

"Remember, Jabakshi said that we came to this universe with many precious ancient relics, but that's not all. There are also many powerful relics that we don't even know of, and they are scattered throughout the galaxy."

Gray Wind's memory was extremely clear: "So what you mean is that this cluster of galaxies that appeared out of nowhere in the Lost Dream Nebula was caused by the lost treasure 'Miniature Galaxy'?"

"That's what it looks like now." Russell nodded and said, "The subspace field that blocked the miniature galaxy failed for some reason, and the small universe carefully designed by scientists was expanded into another universe."

I just don't know how much this 'expansion' will be.

The Warp in Stellaris and the Warp in Warhammer are not the same word, it’s just that the Chinese translations are inconsistent.

I would like to specifically explain here that the Warhammer Warp corresponds to the virtual realm of the stars.

The subspace field used by Warring Party C to block the miniature galaxy has nothing to do with the Sea of ​​Souls.

Chapter 90 Adding fuel to the fire

The celestial structures of this cluster of galaxies in the Lost Dream Nebula are so perfect and deliberate that they look as if they were designed by humans.

Because it is truly artificially designed.

The scientists of the warring party C worked hard to create beautiful paradise-like homes for their own race, but even they probably could not have imagined that as time went by, their descendants would degenerate into an agricultural civilization that worked from sunrise to sunset in these paradise worlds...

"According to the prophecy the Eldar received from their mother goddess, we know that the microcosm in the miniature galaxy is a 'pure land' that can escape the pursuit of Slaanesh."

Russell leaned back and saw the Stargate foundation had been built in the deep space in front of him. He continued, "This is true because it is essentially another universe."

"But Marshal, the subspace field that blocked the miniature galaxy has failed. The microcosm has also been expanded into this universe to a certain extent, losing its independence."

Gray Wind continued to work while asking, "Or do the Eldar have a way to mend the invalid space field?"

"Who knows?" Russell was noncommittal.

Small-scale wars continue to break out in the nebula.

Due to Russell's departure, the Imperial Army, which initially had the upper hand by relying on the jump engines carried by the battlecruisers, gradually began to show signs of decline in the guerrilla war of attrition against the Eldar.

The first few ambushes and raids were successful largely because those actions were carried out by the "Star Bullet" himself, or he simply made the tactical deployment and action plans alone.

The Eldar prophets were famous for observing and interfering with the threads of fate and manipulating the direction of the future, but there was no such thing as a thread of fate for Russell. To be precise, he had no destiny at all.

When an Eldar seer attempts to observe or foresee actions or plans in which he is directly involved, he sees only emptiness and may suffer soul damage.

It can be said that Russell does not have to do anything. Just by sitting on the Ark of Bliss, he can provide incomparable and tremendous help to the Imperial Army.