After his soul transmigrates to another world, an Emperor's warrior becomes a lowly borderland constable?
“For the Emperor!!!” A roar from the depths of his soul jolts Anlongtu-Wokan awake from the hellish forge of Istvaan.
He was a Techmarine of the Salamanders Legion's First Company, with three gold studs embedded in his skull: an Adeptus Astartes who had fought for the Emperor for three centuries. His last memory was of a traitor's cold monomolecular blade piercing his heart. He had faced death without fear, awaiting his soul's return to the Golden Throne.
But when he opens his eyes again, he has become Zhao Long, a borderland boy, bruised from head to toe and painfully thin.
The memories that merge with his own reveal a world of martial arts in the Apocalypse Empire: spirits and monsters lurk everywhere, and martial artists fight for the slimmest chance of survival. Zhao Long is nothing but a nobody who hasn't even completed the Body Tempering Realm. His father is dead, his mother gone, and he can only scrape by thanks to the secure constable's job his father bought with his life.
From a warrior of the sea of stars to an ant in the borderlands, from strength capable of tearing steel apart to a frail, feeble body...
Anlongtu-Wokan, warrior of the Emperor, would never bow to mortal oppression!
Fire Dragon's Techmarine lets someone else forge weapons?