"Has the nanomechanical cluster been confirmed to be recalled?"

[All have been withdrawn, the current number of infections is 34432919, and the impact on the organism will continue for a period of time until the metabolism excludes all damaged tissue.]

"...I know, put the surrounding surveillance screen on the screen."

After Sharon Shiraishi took over this, he was able to operate the entire system directly, which was equivalent to the system itself and was also very in-depth in the development of internal functions.

For example, it uses a ubiquitous nanomechanical cluster to form monitoring equipment scattered throughout the Holy Mountains of Corilo, and then uses micro sensors on nanomechanical to form an insect-like compound eye effect, which can completely ignore blocking and concealment, and can even observe the inside of other people's bodies!

So, for such space technology, weaponization is the stupidest way to use it! Building a network that is beyond imagination is the right choice.

With the help of Sharon Shiraishi, I instantly saw the scene at the foot of the mountain.

The nanomechanical infection (mutation) and sensory nanomechanical infection (mutation) caused by nanomechanical clusters were originally washed away by the extinction of the biosphere. Fortunately, the infection time was not long, and the infection status was mostly moderate, and the recovery speed was relatively fast.

If a poor person like Sakam who has entered a serious state and has stopped the infection, the damage to the body will be irreversible and will slowly enter the situation of gene inactivation. Gene inactivation is a disease that is inactive or inactive in a base sequence but still exists and cannot be translated normally. It is an incurable disease.

Even in space, similar situations can only be maintained by injecting gene-adjusting agents, the cost is to inject a costly gene-adjusting agent every once in a while, otherwise they will die due to gene collapse.

And the most unfortunate thing is here.

This medication cannot be cured, but you will not die for the time being after taking the medication. Therefore, you can only rely on genetic medicine to maintain it - there are no terminal illnesses in this world except for poor diseases.

The remnants of the tribe and the troops of the Ruishi Alliance suffered heavy losses. Everyone shrank into the trenches and trembled all over. As soon as they recovered, they looked like pilots with drug addiction. Only Gray was left holding a weapon and guarding the front line.

Judging from the thermal imaging returned by the nanomechanical machinery, the heat emitted by him was as dazzling as the solar prominence erupted. With extremely rapid metabolism, he forcibly suppressed the infection symptoms and undertakes the final defense work.

No matter what kind of adversity, Gray doesn't seem to know how to back down.

But it was not very meaningful for him to do this, because one of the people on the other side was lying down. The eight forces that intervened in the later period were now paralyzed on the ground, breathing hard with pain on their faces. The expression of Chief Sakam of the Scorpion Yakan tribe beside me was the same sweat beads as beans kept sliding down from their faces.

Although the massacre team did not have pain nerves, nanomechanical infection would not change due to subjective factors. Instead, due to the lack of abnormal pain nerve feedback, they could not rely on rejection reactions to slow down infection. These functions were originally completed by tactical chips implanted by the brain, but have now been completely destroyed by the nanomechanical cluster.

The other Aim Human Federation, Andernawara, Steel Alliance, etc. are similar and all lose their combat effectiveness. Destruction has always been easier than construction. I don’t know how long it takes to completely heal the damage of these ten minutes.

The soldiers sent by the Meto Empire were slightly better. They had a large number of implanted artificial organs and special transformations in their bodies, resulting in less than much biomass that could be destroyed.

But this does not mean that they are not affected, because the soldiers who transformed important organs such as the heart died instantly...

"Where is Bethold? Find out where he is?"

The culprit was not found, which made me very uneasy. Since he deceived Sacham into implementing this Holocaust-style plan, he had committed a crime against humanity that was enough to be shot for three hundred years, and he still had to be reduced in sentences and was subject to pardon and pardon.

From calculating other tribes to protect their own family plans to almost cleaning up the life of the entire biosphere, what he did was rigorous and clever, but it was extremely inhumane to the point of contrary to common sense.

But it just makes people confused. Where is he standing? Before Comrade Chuan Jianguo's life, he knew how to shout "Mi Lijian is great again." And this guy... can't he really be a spy of the Three-Body Man, right?

[Betholder has discovered that it is currently inside the gravity tuning device of the planet ‘Atlas’.]

"Sure enough, I have to do my job again! Can you let the nanorobot go up and kill him? He won't be able to sleep or eat for a day!" I said gritting my teeth.

But Sharon Shiraishi's answer disappointed me.

[Sorry, Mr. Marcus. The "Astral" planetary ecological management system I have mastered cannot attack authorized users. According to the system user agreement, I even have to ensure the safety of the user's life and repair the fatal damage on him.]

I pounded the control board in disappointment.

Sharon Shiraishi mastered this system, which is similar to turning into a machine. After the intelligence crisis, all machines must strictly abide by the three major laws of robots and serve without harming the user of the machine.

The most hateful thing is that Bethold’s information happens to be on the user list of this system…

Wait a moment!

This is not a coincidence at all, but he is well calculated!

He was seriously injured and was responsible for pretending to be dead and lied to me, while Sakam was responsible for turning on the machine. These nanorobots could be released to quickly treat his injuries!

If nothing unexpected happens, the only one who can survive in this disaster is the only one who is missing, the chief of the wise king who has been unknown for many years, who is the only one who can manage it!

This guy...did he want to be the Kami of the New World?

"Shalo Shiraishi, how long will it take for me to get back to the ground?"

【26 minutes and 13 seconds.】

"Is there a way to connect to the location of Bethold?"

[This system does not support virtual image transmission to the outside world, but I can use nanomechanical clusters to build a Dolby digital surround sound system to transmit your voice in real time.]

What does my father usually do with this data terminal?

Why are you so proficient in this completely meaningless skill?

"...Why don't you hurry up! I'll give him the hot captain...Sarilang!"

…………

Under the ice and snow, Bethold walked hard in the snow, walking towards the peaks with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The oxygen here is thin, the temperature is extremely low, and the howling wind is. It is an unimaginable road to death for an elderly person who has just recovered from a serious illness.

The nanomechanical cluster healed the internal and external injuries on his body, preventing the bleeding and infection of the wound, but it was like adding a layer of protection to the severely damaged body, and the internal ischemia and mechanical damage did not heal.

Now his condition is extremely weak, and nanomechanicals even need to take the initiative to transport oxygen into his lungs to repair frostbite cells in order to prevent the last authorized user of the system from dying suddenly in the snow.

I looked at him on the quantum screen, walking forward with a pale face, panting, but my eyes were extremely firm, not like a madman who had just committed the murder of massacre.

"Stop, Batehold, you still have time to stop. The 'Astral' planetary ecological management system has been controlled by me, and you have no trump card anymore!"

My voice suddenly rang out of thin air, but Batehold was stunned for a short time and smiled tiredly at the air.

"I knew this wouldn't help you. In the eyes of you space visitors, we must be no more clever than monkeys."

...No, I almost died in your hands. If the monkeys are as cunning as you, then the next volume of this book is Planet of the Apes.

I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't show my timidity in my mouth.

"Just understand. Everything you rely on is meaningless in my eyes. Put down your gun and surrender quickly! As long as you can surrender to the Imperial Army, you will be able to win the glory and wealth for the rest of your life, and you will have a great fortune!"

I said something without saying anything, and I wasn't afraid that he would shoot me, a traitor, on behalf of the Party and the people.

But Batehold's expression showed a hint of yearning, and suddenly asked: "You must be an amazing force in space, right? When I sent people to win over the Meto Empire and Andernavara, they all felt like they were facing a great enemy after hearing the name of the 'Ancient' group, and the Aim Human Federation and Teshienya all flatly refused to attack you..."

He accidentally stepped on a stone under the snow, and staggered and fell into the snow. He lay in a mess in the snow. Xianglong said with a little self-deprecatingly: "It's a happy thing to make the enemy afraid and allies respect it... The tribe doesn't know when it will wait for this day..."

I couldn't help but complain: "You almost turned everyone into orange juice, and you actually have a dream of a strong country in your heart?"

Bettehold said with a serious look on his face: "You don't understand... Natural disasters and man-made disasters are not our enemies, ignorance is. Nano-mechanicals have transformed the whole world in a thousand years, but my ancestors regarded these invisible things as curses of the holy mountain and feared for thousands of years, and almost killed this secret together..."

He supported the ground with his hands and wanted to stand up. A trace of unhealthy red appeared on his pale face. "Actually, even if you don't stop me, I will take the initiative to close the biosphere and clean it... I just want to take the opportunity to weaken the enemies on the grassland, and I don't plan to let the tribe bury them together... You just let it end a little earlier than expected... After all, I am not a demon..."

I suddenly shouted: "That's why you deliberately provoked the armed forces of these forces?!"

Batehold was still competing with the old man's painful body, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "They have long wanted to drive the tribe out of here and occupy this beautiful grassland. Even if I don't provoke, will they not come? Haha... They look down on us primitive people so much that they can't wait to settle the score with us..."

I said with an ugly face: "Give up quickly... You can get nothing except a dead end!"

When Batehold heard this, he growled, slowly supporting his old body, and once again stood in the snow and ice.

"Give up? Why do we have to give up!!"

His gray beard was angrily open and shouted at me who was invisible: "These invaders are bullying us all the time! Prepare to drive us away! Want us to die! Is the tribe so deserved to die? We are also a member of the land that landed from space. Our ancestors created this habitable planet. We are the masters of this land for granted!"

His roar caused the air to tremble, and snow seemed to have been shattered in the snow-capped mountains in the distance, causing a large avalanche.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my heart, but I resisted the urge to kill him.

"It's all the past, and your technological regression for the past thousand years is an indisputable fact..." I said sincerely, "In the era of changing with each passing year, the promised land you insist on is meaningless. If you don't enter space, you will be an ant, and no one will admit the illusory ownership..."

Batehold disdained my disgusting and cold statement. He grasped the balance for a while and walked up the mountain with firm steps, with unprecedented firmness in his eyes.

"Maybe you are right, but we still have a last chance... I know that the treasure of our ancestors is not a shortcut to achieve overnight, but a ladder to climb hard. The holy mountain is the best opportunity, and the tribe will definitely rise again..."

Innocent.

The "Astra" planetary ecological management system is a good thing that can influence the ecological environment of this planet, but it may also lead to tribes being attacked from space.

For example, the Brown Pond Tribe, because they are weak, they cannot even retain grain seeds. How could the tribe master the magical artifact alone?

The "Atlas" planet gravity tuning device is just a device to regulate the planet's gravity, and it is even more unlikely to have any anti-cannibal effect, right?

"If you're still here, just chat with me, the old man."

After a moment of silence, Batehold took the initiative to talk to me.

"I'll tell you a story."

I didn't answer anymore, and Bethold, who was in the ice and snow, said as if he hadn't realized it. He could only see the white mist in his mouth exhaling regularly, adding greater difficulties to walking.

…………

It is said that when there were no humans on the earth, two gods landed in the sea of ​​this planet.

The two brothers woke up for ten days and nights before swimming out of the sea, walked to a grassland and sat back to back, frowned at the wild land together.

Brother Atlas said that this place is not suitable for our lives, so it’s better to leave here.

But my tired younger brother Astra said that it is just not suitable for living for the time being, but I can turn it into our home.

After saying that, his younger brother Astra used his divine power to bury the poisonous gas and poison juice from the surface deep into the ground, driving the evil creatures into the dark cave.

My brother Atlas was deeply inspired and would wave his arms to re-order the chaotic stars around the planet, making the ocean and the gas stable and regular.

My younger brother Astra said, this is not enough, I want the creatures to reappear on the ground.
To be continued...