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The place where Nesaro works is the mid-rise industrial area of ​​Aishalin's nest city.

Thousands of prosthetic workers who have been baptized by the nano-disaster are busy in the dense civilian replication factory group. The original materials extracted from the quiet black realm are sent here by the transport fleet, and then processed into various living supplies. Transferred to other planets to provide the daily necessities of a large number of ordinary people in the Erincia sector.

As an industrial product production base, the material conditions of Aishalin's Nest City are more sufficient than those of other planets. The workers' free meals every day will include some complimentary snacks, including yogurt on Mondays.

So Nesaro got up early today because he likes yogurt and all the other food available in the staff canteen.

Baked potatoes sprinkled with coarse salt, fluffy and soft cornbread, thinly sliced ​​meat tossed with a variety of vegetables in a salad... delicious food always brings a good mood to people, especially to Nesaro. For those who have never eaten anything good.

After finishing breakfast, Nessaro threw the licked yogurt lid into the recycling bin and prepared to start the day's work.

"Today I need to check the energy pipeline of the nano deformer. The demand for explosive particles has increased recently, and it is necessary to reduce some natural gas synthesis indicators..." Niesaro walked quickly holding a form.

His brain is better than the average illiterate Xia nest residents, and he adapts to the implanted memories and knowledge faster, so he got a relatively easy job.

"By the way, explosive particles are military resources used to produce explosive weapons. The demand for them has suddenly increased... Is there going to be another war?" Nesaro was very worried.

He was a person who crawled out from the edge of life and death. His childhood of struggling to survive and his wandering youth left a deep shadow on Nesaro's soul. After the Terra Expedition set off, the aliens invaded, and the painful experience of being tortured and killed by the Dark Eldar made his subconscious unwilling to think about it.

Now I finally have a new life, with a stable job, a clean and warm place to live, delicious food to eat, clean water without odor, and free daily necessities. He never wanted to face war again, it was too heavy a topic.

"It's a pity that the cruel reality cannot be escaped..." Nesaro sighed, feeling a little melancholy. The knowledge given by the Order of Truth gave him the freedom to think about life issues.

"The truth does not change due to personal will. If war is really going to break out, all I can do now is work hard..."

Be more careful during maintenance and inspection, strive to reduce the failure rate of the nano deformer, and produce more resources for the production department. This is all the contribution he can make to the Star Bomber.

With some heavy thoughts, Nesaro came to the production unit where nano deformers were deployed.

"who!"

As soon as he entered the door, a huge force suddenly hit him, and Nesaro's body was suddenly pulled away.

The body transformed by the nano-disaster was no longer ordinary. In a panic, Nesaro quickly reacted. A mechanical arm wrapped around his waist and dragged him to a hidden corner of the production unit where wires were piled up.

Nesaro wanted to shout again, but another mechanical arm covered his mouth.

He had no way to resist and was dragged directly into the corner. Nesaro still wanted to struggle, but he heard a familiar voice coming from the darkness.

"Don't scream, it's me..."

Nesaro opened his eyes wide, and his struggle gradually slowed down.

The mechanical arm that entangled his hands and feet also slowly loosened its grip. Nesaro could barely stand firm and frowned: "Director Gauss? Is that you?"

In Nesaro's shocked eyes, the owner of the mechanical arm slowly walked out from the corner: a rickety body, a modified body with a large number of implanted prosthetics, and a red robe with gear patterns. He was clearly a technical priest from the Adeptus Mechanicus. .

He is the department head of the Production Department No. 13 of Aisalin's Nest, a technical priest from Falla, Gauss.

He is also Nesaro's immediate boss.

"Keep your voice down and come with me." Gauss waved his hand, motioning for Nesaro to follow him.

"Director, what do you want from me?" Nesaro was a little worried. Why was Gauss so mysterious today?

Passing through a hidden gap, Gauss brought Nessaro to a small triangular hidden room.

This small room was pieced together from the cracks between three large buildings, with an area of ​​less than 3 square meters. It was not registered. Even Niesaro, who had worked here for several months, did not know that such a room existed. A place exists.

"Sit." Gauss asked him to take a seat on the chair in the small room.

After Nesaro sat down, Gauss moved the wall to completely seal the gap they came from. The small space was only illuminated by a white phosphorus bulb.

"Um, supervisor, what's going on?" Seeing Gauss's mysterious look, Nesaro became even more confused: "I still have work to do..."

Gauss did not answer his question immediately, but continued to use various instruments to detect the surroundings. After making sure that he was not being monitored, he turned and sat across from him and asked in a hoarse electronic voice: "Nessa Luo, what do you think of your current life?" satisfied?"

"Um...of course you are satisfied?" Nesaro felt a little confused: "I now have a suitable job, and the daily necessities I need are provided free of charge. All diseases and injuries will be cured by the nanorobots in my body, so there is nothing dissatisfied. The place."

Perhaps the remaining aristocratic class will complain because they are not satisfied with their former luxuries, but he is already satisfied.

"Hmph, using such a comfortable life to kill people's fighting spirit... Have you ever thought that behind the comfort, there may be a huge crisis hidden?" Gauss's eyes flashed red, and his tone was serious.

"Ah? A huge crisis?" Nessaro cast doubtful eyes on Gauss.

Gauss snorted coldly, said something short-sighted, and then said: "Nessaro, most of the residents in the lower levels of the nest are stupid, but you are the only one with a bright mind, so I will only tell you about this:

Since the Order of Truth took over planets such as Aisalin and Favna, almost everyone in the Far East Star Territory has been implanted with nanorobots. Do you understand the hidden dangers? "

Before Nesaro could speak, Gauss continued: "Even the high-end prosthetics provided by the Mechanical Order to dignitaries often have some backdoor programs hidden just in case. And the planet-scale missions carried out by the Truth Order Body transformation involves more than 10 billion people!

...The nanobots in your body can help you cure diseases and repair injuries, and they can also kill you easily! The Star Bomber's power has unknowingly taken hold of the entire Far Eastern Star Territory, and everyone's life and death depend only on his thoughts. "

Nesaro was stunned. He was not a stupid person. After hearing these words from Gauss, he quickly thought of something, such as the bottom nest.

After Elsalyn's Nest was brought under the jurisdiction of the Order of Truth, the huge bottom nest of Elsalyn's Nest was emptied out. Everyone in the bottom nest disappeared mysteriously, leaving no one alive.

"Are you saying that Lord Star Bomber relies on nano-disaster to control us? Once any of us violates his will, he will be immediately killed by the nano-robots in his body?" Nesaro asked.

Gauss nodded: "Yes, Nesaro, are you really willing to have your life and death in the hands of others..."

"Why don't you want to?" Nesaro smiled: "I don't intend to do anything that goes against the will of the Star Destroyer. I'm not afraid of the backlash from the nano-implantation."

"You..." Gauss's words of persuasion were choked in his throat before he could say anything.

Yes, what kind of life did a commoner like Nesharo live in the past? To say life is worse than death is an understatement. It was the Order of Truth that gave him a decent job and allowed the civilians of the Empire, who were once inferior to pigs and dogs, to live a human life.

What reason could he have against the Star-Buster who had brought him this life? Even if the nano-implants really pose any fatal danger, even if the Order of Truth imposes a reign of terror on Aissalin of "those who oppose me will perish", so what?

No matter how cruel a rule is, can it be as cruel as the human empire?

"Short-sighted!" Gauss's mechanical arm flicked angrily, showing an expression of hatred for steel: "The fleet of the Order of Truth liberated Aisalin from the hands of the green skins, and re-established order here. I can understand your feelings towards The gratitude complex of a star bomber. But have you ever thought about the dangers lurking behind the seemingly beautiful life?"

"Ah? Is there still a crisis?" Nesaro frowned. He wanted to say where could there be so many crises...

"Yes, crisis." Gauss nodded: "For example, the star bomber is just a puppet, and the one who really controls the Far East Star Territory is an iron man, an evil iron man..."