Chapter 809: Aurore, the Great Demon of Slaanesh

"Concentrate fire! Concentrate all your strength to attack them!" With this roar, the Eldar and human warriors acted almost at the same time, their weapons aimed at the forcibly torn Warp crack in the sky.

In an instant, countless shining beams of light streaked across the sky like meteors, shooting towards the target with devastating momentum; at the same time, various artillery shells and missiles followed one after another, causing a series of earth-shaking explosions around the cracks.

For a moment, the entire sky was covered with dazzling light and billowing smoke.

"Open fire!" The commander's shout resounded throughout the rear command post. His anxious and angry voice seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles.

However, at this moment, a lavender mist surged out from the crack like a flood breaking through a dam.

Those brave soldiers who were at the front had no time to react at all, and in the blink of an eye they were tightly wrapped by the mysterious fog.

Before they even had time to take out the gas masks they carried with them, they were completely corroded by the horrible fog.

A horrifying scene appeared: the bodies of these soldiers melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into pools of sticky meat.

What's even more strange is that the meat paste actually emits a strange smell similar to that of expensive perfume, which makes people feel both disgusting and incredible.

"Joy, enjoy this endless joy to your heart's content..." Following a sinister laugh, Aurore, the Keeper of Slaanesh's Secrets, slowly and gracefully descended from the sky like a dancing butterfly.

I saw that her body was slender and graceful, and she was wearing a gorgeous purple robe that fluttered in the wind.

Each of her four arms held a different weapon - her left hand tightly grasped an extremely sharp sword, the blade of which was flashing with cold light; her right hand held a sturdy shield, the shield was engraved with strange runes; in the other two hands, one of them held a whip covered with poison and sharp barbs, and the other arm had mutated into a huge pair of pliers, which looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

The most eye-catching thing is her face covered by an ancient white mask.

Although its full appearance cannot be seen clearly, through the gaps in the mask, one can vaguely see a pair of deep purple eyes, revealing endless evil and madness.

"Kill it! Don't let this monster move forward!" With a roar, several powerful Leman Russ and Rogal Dorn main battle tanks stood in front of Aurore like steel behemoths.

The muzzle of the gun was raised high, aimed at the mysterious and terrifying existence in front, ready to spit out angry flames as soon as the order was given.

However, just as the shells were about to whiz out, a strange lavender mist spread silently like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye it enveloped all these majestic armored vehicles.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scene took place: those originally indestructible armored vehicles were unexpectedly tightly wrapped by countless wriggling purple granulations in an instant, as if they were corroded and devoured by some evil force.

The people inside the car were not spared. They were quickly corrupted by the mysterious purple mist and let out shrill screams, but the sounds soon stopped.

At the same time, even more terrifying things were going on - twisted and hideous purple tentacles began to grow one after another on the armored vehicles that were entangled with flesh buds, dancing wildly in the air, like the arms of the devil from the abyss of hell.

"Damn it! Where is our artillery? Fire now!" The commander in the rear widened his eyes and roared in horror.

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the Slaanesh warriors surging towards him like a tide in the distance.

These Slaanesh warriors were clad in heavy purple armor covered with blasphemous symbols. Every step they took was filled with endless murderous intent and violence. They rushed straight towards the position like an unstoppable torrent of destruction.

"Stop them!" the commander shouted at the top of his lungs, but it all happened too fast.

Just as he finished speaking, a black shadow rushed into the trench like lightning.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a Slaanesh warrior wearing black armor and holding a purple blade.

This Slaanesh warrior was so agile that he arrived in front of the commander in the blink of an eye.

Before everyone could react, the sword in his hand, which was flashing with cold light, had already been raised high, and then swung down with lightning speed.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the commander's head was cut off in an instant by the sharp sword like a ripe watermelon.

Poor commander, he died before he even had the chance to draw the long sword at his waist that symbolized power and majesty.

The head that rolled to the side was ruthlessly split into two by the purple long knife. Blood splattered everywhere and the scene was extremely bloody.

"Bang!" With a crisp gunshot, the adjutant standing next to the commander finally came to his senses. He quickly pulled out an exquisite pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the Slaanesh warrior without hesitation.

However, this bullet did not cause much damage to the enemy, it only caused him to pause slightly.

Then, the Slaanesh warrior swung his sword backhand, and the adjutant's body was easily chopped into pieces as if it were made of paper.

"Devil!" Seeing this tragic scene, another brave soldier rushed forward with a roar. His face was full of anger, and the flames of hatred burned in his eyes.

He ran to the side of the Slaanesh warrior, pulled out the ring of the grenade in his hand, and then threw it hard at the feet of the Slaanesh warrior with all his strength.

"Bang!" There was a deafening noise, and in an instant a dazzling fire light rose into the sky like a fire dragon, illuminating the command center as if it were daytime.

The body of the Slaanesh warrior trembled violently, and his left foot was blown away by the huge impact force.

Along with flying flesh and blood and broken limbs, a pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

What was shocking was that what flowed from the wound of this Slaanesh warrior was not the familiar bright red blood, but a strange purple liquid with a strong chemical scent.

The liquid was thick and sticky, slowly dripping down the stump, forming a shocking purple spot on the ground.

Yet, despite suffering such a severe blow, the Slaanesh warrior seemed oblivious to his injuries.

His eyes were still fierce and crazy, and his movements did not slow down at all because of losing a leg.

He was seen waving the weapon in his hand, growling deeply, and rushing towards the soldier closest to him recklessly.

At this moment, two blue beams of blasting energy streaked across the sky and hit the head of the Slaanesh warrior accurately.

In an instant, two dull explosions were heard, and the heads of the Slaanesh warriors exploded like watermelons, with brains and broken bones splattering everywhere.

His tall body fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

"Erica, bless me..."

A soldier in the position kissed a photo in his hand, and then looked at the endless sea of ​​demons in front of him.