Warhammer: Heretic Bolt Chronicles of the XVI Legion

When He Lushi's consciousness woke up in the cold metal texture, he only knew two things: 1. He became a bolt in the skull of a servo of the 16th Legion, coordinates: 001. M31, four years before the rebellion that tore the galaxy apart. 2. The "art" in the Warhammer universe is as rough as an unpolished chain sword. Horus? That stupid guy who was bewitched by chaos. Emperor? A "loving father" who treats his son as a tool. The Primarchs fought for decades and thousands of years over this tiny corner of the galaxy, as small as a rat hole in a hive. The legacy of the Old Ones is covered in dust, the tombs of the undead are buried deep, the Eldar cry their graves in the warp, the greenskins can only shout "Fuck you", the bugs eat away at the planet and then run away... He Lushi sneered with the vibration of the bolt. Steal technology from the data stream of the servo skull, fight for your body in the gear pile of the Mechanicum, and build your family fortune through the smoke of the Horus Heresy. Carl said: "Bolt also wants to shake the starship?" He Lushi let the laser rangefinder on his servo skull hit his face: "From the power of the dragon? I am a dragon." ——Don't get me wrong, he is still just a thinking bolt. But sooner or later, the galaxy will learn that it is often the most inconspicuous thread that twists destiny.