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Chapter 373 Son of Red Sand
**Planet K-1149 - Pyramid Battlefield**
The battle between the Black Armored Guard and the Khorne Archdemon "Scarbrand" has transcended the realm of mortal warfare.
Each collision between the halberd and the giant axe turned the rocks within a hundred meters into dust.
Each step left scorched, lava-like marks on the ground.
With each breath, it expelled a stream of psionic energy powerful enough to corrode armor.
"You're better than those blue toys." Skabrand's eight eyes locked onto the Imperial Guard, his giant axe "Slaughter" slicing a fiery trail through the air. "But it's not enough!"
The black-armored guard was as silent as gold; every strike he made was as precise as an oracle of the Mechanicus.
- **First Strike:** The halberd "Emperor Slayer" pierced the Great Demon's left shoulder, the black stone halberd tip absorbing the surging blood flames.
- **Second Strike**: The Storm Shield blocked the counter-slashing giant axe, and the runes on the shield glowed with a blinding anti-psychic light.
- **Third Slash**: A sudden forward twist of the waist, the halberd blade sweeping across Skabrand's knee joint.
But the Great Demon Khorne grinned as he took all the damage head-on, and the writhing flesh at his wounds instantly regenerated.
"Useless, Black Canned Goods." It cleaved the black-armored guard's left shoulder armor in two with a single axe stroke. "Blood God, grant me immortality!"
Just as the giant axe was about to sever the head of the Imperial Guard—
A second dark figure slashed into the battlefield like lightning!
The black-armored guard, **Decalion**, thrust his halberd "Demon Slayer" into Skabrand's ribcage from the side, and the god-slaying runes wrapped around the blade immediately began to disintegrate the warp nature of the great demon.
**Tactical Log:**
[Dual Forbidden Army Collaboration Mode Activated]
[Attack trajectory complementarity rate: 97.6%]
[The psionic suppression field is now in effect]
Now, the dance truly begins—
- **Valdos** primarily attacks the top lane, using his halberd to target the eyes, throat, and top of the skull.
- **De Carrion** exerts pressure on the lower body, his halberd blade relentlessly damaging the knees, ankles, and tailbone.
The **synchronization rate** reached a terrifying level; their attacks were like mirror images. Every time Skabrand blocked one attack, another would be injured.
The Great Demon retreated for the first time.
Its regeneration rate began to fall behind the rate at which the wounds were multiplying, and the brass armor began to crack more and more.
"Despicable!!" Skabrand roared, suddenly grabbing Decalion's halberd shaft and snapping it in two.
But Valdós's halberd had already found an opening—
**Pfft!**
"Slay the Emperor" pierced through the Great Demon's throat, and the tip of the black stone halberd emerged from the back of its neck.
…………
Skabrand's body began to convulse, warp energy gushing from its seven orifices. But it continued to laugh maniacally:
"You think this will kill the Blood God's favorite?!"
“No.” Waldos suddenly released his halberd and took a cylinder inscribed with the Emperor’s sacred words from his waist. “But I can banish you.”
The Imperial Guard's sacred relic, the "Wedge of Exile," was slammed into the Great Demon's chest.
Skabrand's expression froze. Its body began to disintegrate, its brass armor melting like wax, its flesh turning to ash.
**"I...will...go back..."**
Before the last syllable had even faded, the Khorne was forcibly pulled back into the warp, leaving only a scorched eight-pointed star mark in its place.
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**Planet K-1149 - Pyramid Ruins**
Skabrand's disappearance did not end the battle.
Deep within the pyramid, the **Son of Red Sand**, immersed in a pool of blood, opened his eyes—eyes that belonged to no known race, the left eye burning with the green light of orcs' WAAAGH, the right eye pulsating with the scarlet flames of Khorne.
It tore open the glass of the culture chamber, and the viscous nutrient solution evaporated into a blood mist before it even hit the ground.
**“High-energy reaction detected!”** The tactical eyepiece flashed frantically. **“Target threat level: Primarch-level!”**
But the Son of Red Sand didn't even have time to let out his first roar—
Ten **Achilles Terminators** had formed an execution formation, their gravity hammers slamming down in unison.
- **First Strike:** Shatters the Red Sand Child's knees, forcing it to its knees with a thud.
- **Second Blow:** Crushes the spine, and four of the eight hearts explode simultaneously.
- **The Third Strike:** The Blackrock Force Field directly dismantles its warp link.
This creation, a fusion of orcs, demons, and dark technology, was smashed into a writhing pile of flesh just 17 seconds after its birth.
"A pathetic experimental subject." Waldos crushed the still-spinning head under his foot. "Not even worthy of being a sacrifice."
Guilliman's instructions were broadcast across all channels:
"Execute the 'Burning Star Protocol'."
The main guns of the **Mechanicus Ark-ship** on orbit began charging, and three **Whirlwind Torpedoes** detached from the launch bay. Simultaneously, the Superangels deployed their final psionic barrier to ensure no energy fluctuations escaped.
Russell stood before the evacuation hatch, taking one last look at this hellish planet—
The remains of orcs and Khorne warriors are melting, the black stones of the pyramids are collapsing layer by layer, and the network of blood vessels on the ground is twitching like a dying snake.
"Let's go." Katosikalius pulled him along. "It'll soon be hotter here than in the Eye of Fear."
The moment the Thunderhawk gunboat took off, the first torpedo struck the Earth's core.
On the observation deck of the Macurag flagship, Guilliman stared at K-1149, now a volcano of lava. His fingertips traced across the data panel, bringing up a dusty archive:
**[Red Sand Project - 13th Iteration Report]**
**[Experimental subject survival rate: 0%]**
**[Recommendation to terminate the study]**
**[Annotation: Sealed - Emperor's own handwriting]**
"My father warned me back then..." The Primarch closed the file. "There are some areas that humanity should not venture into."
Carleon's wings trembled slightly: "But Khorne continues this experiment."
"So," Guilliman turned and walked toward the strategy room, "we have to burn all the remaining 'red sand'."