bullyxtreme Chapter 372: The Imperial Guard vs. Khorne
Chapter 372: The Imperial Guard vs. Khorne
**Planet K-1149, Crimson Plains**
The Orc war leader, Guzg the Skullbreaker, swung his blade at Skabrand's brass armor for the third time, the sparks illuminating his green face, contorted with rage.
"Waaagh!!! You're tougher than a shrimp!" it roared, spitting saliva mixed with blood onto the great demon's face.
Skabrand did not dodge.
It didn't even blink.
"Ridiculous." The voice of the Great Demon Khorne seemed to ignite the air. "Who do you think you're fighting?"
The next second—
- **First Strike**: The massive brass axe cleaved down, sending Guzg's right arm flying into the air along with his cleaver.
- **Second Strike**: A powerful backhand punch sent the orc leader's teeth flying out like shotgun pellets.
- **The Third Strike:** Skabrand grabbed its head and slammed it against the ground, once, twice—until the ground cracked open in a spiderweb pattern with a radius of twenty meters.
"Weak." The Great Demon released his grip, and Guzg's limp body slid to the ground. "Too weak."
All around, the Khorne berserkers advanced like a meat grinder. The orc lads' pride in their brute strength was utterly futile before the Blood God's minions—
The black-armored orc was cleaved in two by the chain axe; his internal organs were burned to ashes by the blood flames before they even hit the ground.
- The moment the Stormboys leaped and slashed, brass spears pierced their throats from below.
The Orc Tank's shells exploded against the Dreadnought Knight's shield, blasting the green-skinned creature inside the cannon barrel into mincemeat.
This is not a war.
It is **slaughter**.
At the **orbital observation station**, Guilliman's tactical screen displayed the real-time battle situation:
Orc mortality rate: 87% and rising rapidly.
- **Khorne Legion casualties**: Less than 5%
- **Pyramid Energy Readings:** Surges by 300%, Earth's Surface Vascular Network Begins to Pulse
**“The Blood God is feeding.”** Russell's entrenching tool, the “Blood Drinker,” trembled violently, the blood grooves on its blade absorbing the stench of blood wafting from afar. **“With each orc that dies, the pyramid lights up a little brighter.”**
Katos suddenly zoomed in on the image—a crack appeared at the top of the pyramid, through which a mountain of orc skulls could be vaguely seen, all floating in mid-air, forming eerie runes.
"That's..." The second company commander's voice wavered unusually, "The Waaagh energy converter. Khorne is turning the orcs' war energy into his own sacrifice!"
Guilliman's pupils contracted. He had seen similar techniques—in accounts of the **Burning of Prospero**.
"Notify the fleet." The Primarch stood up. "Prepare for attack."
Just as the order was about to be given, the scanner suddenly detected energy fluctuations deep within the pyramid—
**“Subspace signal detected! Life activity at the base of the pyramid!”**
The holographic image showed a huge incubation chamber containing three twisted bodies suspended inside:
1. **Left:** The body of an orc warlord, but with muscle fibers exhibiting a demonic brass color.
2. **Right:** The skeleton of a Khorne berserker, yet it grows green orc tendons.
3. **Central Section**: A monster perfectly fused with both, with eight hearts beating in its chest.
"By the Emperor..." Katosikalius's voice tightened, "This is a product of the 'Red Sand Project,' forbidden during the Great Crusade!"
Guilliman slammed his fist on the control panel: **"Khorne isn't slaughtering orcs—he's screening genetic samples!"**
Skabrand suddenly looked up and roared, and all the blood on the battlefield flowed backward and rose into the air, forming a huge blood cocoon at the top of the pyramid.
…………
**K-1149 Planet Surface - Pyramid Battlefield**
Guilliman's orders pierced the nerves of every soldier through encrypted channels:
**Priority Command: Destroy the Blood Cocoon.**
Russell's entrenching tool, "Blood Drinker," erupted with a blinding red light, the ancient runes on its blade resonating with the energy fluctuations of the pyramid. He needed no further instructions; the superangels had already spread their wings—
**“Psionic Suppression Formation!”** Carleon raised his spear high, and the wings of twenty angel warriors simultaneously burst forth with silver light, weaving into a massive psionic net in mid-air, tearing a gap in the blood mist above the battlefield.
At the same time, the ground trembled.
Ten **Achilles-type Imperial Guard Terminators** leaped from the Thunderhawk gunship, their arrival like golden meteorites crashing into the densest lines of the Khorne Legion.
The Khorne Berserkers' pride in their ferocity turned into a laughable struggle in the face of the Imperial Guard.
**First Array:** The Imperial Guards swept their halberds across, and before three Blood God Warriors could even raise their chain axes, their heads were already flying into the air.
- **Second Array:** The gravity hammer crashed down, crushing the Khorne knight and his mount into a paste of brass and flesh.
- **Third Array**: The thrusting wall formed by storm shields directly shattered the Blood God's followers' charge, the sound of bones cracking like popping beans.
With a single slash, the commander of the Black Armored Guard pierced the core of the Khorne War Engine. The eight-meter-tall killing machine was absorbed by the psionic halberd before it could self-destruct, turning into a pile of scrap metal.
**"For the Emperor!"** The Imperial Guards' battle cry made the earth tremble.
Skabrand finally turned around.
The Khorne's bronze body burned with an inextinguishable blood flame, each step leaving a charred footprint in the ground. It watched its carefully nurtured army fall like wheat, a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) grin spreading across its lips.
"Finally... some decent offerings have arrived."
The giant axe "Slaughter" collided with the Imperial Guard Commander's halberd, and the shockwave overturned all living things within a radius of 100 meters.
**Round 1:** The halberd scraped sparks off the brass armor, but failed to penetrate it.
**Round Two:** The giant axe shattered the Imperial Guard's shoulder armor, revealing shimmering black anti-phantom fibers beneath.
**Round Three:** Both players simultaneously kick each other in the chest, each taking three steps back.
The Imperial Guard's visor display flashed a warning—
**[Target Threat Level: Kingkiller]**
**[Recommendation: Call for psionic support immediately]**
The super angel's psionic network suddenly contracted, temporarily imprisoning Skabrand.
It's now!
Russell jumped from a 300-meter-high cliff, and the "Blood Drinker" absorbed heat from atmospheric friction during its fall, turning its blades crimson red.
**"For the Empire!"**
The entrenching tool precisely cleaved into the crevice of Skabrand's spine, and the Khorne unleashed a deafening roar. But even more deadly were the black stone runes glowing on the blade—they were frantically absorbing the Khorne's warp essence.
"You ant—!" Skabrand grabbed Russell with his backhand and slammed him hard against the pyramid.
Guilliman's pupils contracted sharply: "Russell!"