Leon is a Reincarnator. In an age where online isekai stories are everywhere, this identity doesn't seem uncommon, but what if the world is Warhammer?
Although it was not the Great Crusade era, it was just right for Leon. After all, the human empire that revived after the Horus Heresy was in a prosperous period that needed all kinds of technical talents. The environment was relatively safe, and there was no lack of room for advancement.
With the help of a cheat that every reincarnator has, Leon, who sneaked into the Mechanicus, started as a mechanical apprentice, and his status rose steadily with his contributions.
After obtaining the magos-level assessment of the Mechanicus, Leon did not hesitate to use all his wealth to buy a moon-class cruiser, transform it into his own beggar's mechanical ark, and begin archaeological excavations throughout the universe.
Such behavior is not uncommon among the Mechanicus who pursue the ancient STC template, but Leon's purpose is fundamentally different from those of others who pursue the STC. His actions are more for his powers - his head full of knowledge that does not belong to this universe.
Although the production line can be operated normally by anyone, the process of reproducing the blueprint technology from fictional worlds into Warhammer must be done by Leon.
Leon once tested drawing the blueprint, preparing the materials, and inviting another magos to make the equipment in the blueprint, but the magos could not grasp the idea of production, no matter what. Even if he follows the blueprint step by step, he will fail in the end.
This is very strange, as if these drawings and designs did not exist in this world before they were made by Leon himself and given a concept.
However, this test also reminds Leon that although the knowledge in his mind was protected before he made it himself, once he made it himself, the concept of this item could be spread normally in the Warhammer universe.
This result forced Leon to use his cheat code more carefully: he retained his human brain to ensure that the knowledge stored in his head would not be "assimilated" and disappear due to the transformation; he also strictly controlled the circulation of manufacturing knowledge for the weapons and equipment that he had made himself, leaving only production lines that were difficult to reverse the production principles; finally, he also had to carefully "research and develop" the drawings to prevent some subversive designs from being directly reproduced in the Warhammer world.
Knowledge should be spread, truth should be promoted; this is what Leon learned from his past life. But things are different now. Although Leon's reasons for hiding knowledge are different from those of the group of tech priest who want to privately possess knowledge rather than to climb up the ladder in the Mechanicus, their performance is the same in the final analysis.
In a cesspool-like universe, no matter what your original intention is, this world will eventually turn everyone into the same. Even if Leon has the ideal of changing this universe, no matter what, the foundation of everything is to first collect the knowledge in Warhammer as a basis.
In this way, his performance is no different from that of an ordinary tech priest. As a designated way of "technological progress" in Warhammer, Leon naturally picked up the two hobbies of one - stealing things and digging graves.
Knowing this period of history, he knew that now was the critical period for Abaddon to reorganize his forces, fight against various Chaos warlords, and prepare for the second Black Crusade.
As long as he robbed and ran, Leon felt that he could successfully escape before Abaddon arrived.
Who would have thought that Abaddon, who had been fighting for a long time, would treat him and his mechanical ark as fat meat delivered to his mouth, and personally lead the team to chase Leon?
"It's not all bad news." He concludes: "My behavior can influence the decisions of key characters, causing them to take actions that were not originally in the plot because of my participation. This shows that the development of some things is not predetermined, and this universe can indeed be changed by me."
Fate is an unpredictable thing. It is said that Tzeentch has already determined the fate of everyone in his book of fate. Leon, who used to do little things, has now personally verified that this statement is not true. This fact undoubtedly makes Leon, who does not believe in fate, feel excited. But before affecting the fate of others, he must first grasp himself and survive the waves of the warp turbulence.
He is a blank, and the demons will not be interested in him. But this is the demons' home ground. If Geller loses his position, Leon thinks these demons will not mind tearing his ship and people to pieces.
However, fate is unpredictable. The shuttle that Leon abandoned has now become his only hope, and he has experienced the difficulties of this escape ship in Warhammer.
"Insufficient reserve energy..." Looking at his steadily decreasing energy index, Leon felt helpless.
He didn't know where the subspace turbulence would throw him, nor did he know when it would throw him out. He could only deactivate the equipment on his body one by one and distribute his energy to the equipment on the ship to delay time as much as possible.
He stared out of the cabin with his naked eyes, and all he could see was the strange and ever-changing turbulence of the warp and the faintly visible cold sun hanging high in the warp.
"At least, I have persisted to the end as a human being." Leon raised his knife and chopped off the head of a demon. Facing the demons that continued to rush up, he raised the ion gun in his hand, "There is no emperor here, no Ohm Messiah! But personal determination has never relied on external things! Let you see the true greatness of human beings!"
The solar axe in Leon's hand suddenly burst into light, forcing all the demons around him to retreat. But this is the warp, and the demons fighting at home are not in a hurry to destroy Leon.
They have either a grin or a mockery on their faces, huddled together around Leon, like a cat teasing a mouse, treating killing as a bad game.
But suddenly, their expressions changed from amusement to fear, and a cold light that did not come from Leon enveloped the place. The demons screamed and began to flee in panic.
Leon also felt the emptiness of the warp around him gradually reduce as he was wrapped in this force. A sense of reality that was unique to the real universe filled his senses for a long time, but he did not feel relaxed because of this.
On the contrary, another feeling of falling caused by gravity made his heart rise to his throat. He hurriedly lay down beside the escape boat, and what he saw was a pale blue planet that only appeared in the real universe.
——It also includes a group of two-and-a-half-meter-tall, human-like warriors. They are similar in physique to Astartes, but they are not wearing the iconic power armor. Although there are obvious signs of modification on their bodies, various vital parts are only covered with simple metal and animal skins. They looked extremely degraded and embarrassed.
"Lieutenant Ademir, some brothers saw it. They reported that it was a small spaceship the size of a Stormbird, and it was falling towards the planet. It is not clear whether the spaceship was created by humans, but it is the only technological product we have seen since we arrived on this planet."
The man called Lieutenant Ademir nodded: "I know, we can't give up this opportunity no matter what, but since it is a technological creation, if there are survivors inside, they must be able to resist. If we want to leave the planet, we must also do our best."
"Firs,t determine the approximate crash site, then bring our power armor over.
If the enemy's firepower is fierce, use the advantage of numbers to encircle them, and make arrangements based on the situation later"
The man who looked like an adjutant nodded and took the order. He called a few people over and began to move the piled power armor.
It was an ancient MK2 expedition power armor.
The chest armor covered with craters and claw marks silently told of its extraordinaryness.
On the left shoulder armor, a large Roman numeral Ⅱ was prominently printed.
Although it was almost erased, it was still eye-catching.