Chapter 815 Counterattack

Although the molten explosion did not cause much substantial physical harm to Auror, it was like a sharp blade that pierced deeply into her heart. For her, this was undoubtedly a great shame and humiliation, and the ultimate honor that she had been pursuing for a long time instantly became fragmented and vulnerable.

Looking at Aurore who was struggling to fight back, Wink's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. He mocked without hesitation: "Look at you, you dare to call yourself a devil? You are just a good-for-nothing waste!"

Wink's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Auror's heart hard.

She stared at Wen Ke with her eyes wide open, the anger in her heart erupting like a volcano.

Her originally ugly face became even more hideous and terrifying because of her extreme anger. More than a dozen deep and shallow wrinkles appeared on her face. These wrinkles crisscrossed and twisted constantly with the fluctuations of her emotions, like earthworms wriggling madly.

"Damn you! I changed my mind!" Auror roared in anger. Her sharp and piercing voice came out from her anteater-like mouth, carrying endless resentment and murderous intent.

"I will cut off your flesh piece by piece, and let you experience a life worse than death! Then, I will sprinkle your wounds with the poisonous liquid made by the Lord of Pleasure, and let you die slowly in agony! Finally, I will hang your mutilated body high on my chariot, so that everyone can see your miserable end!"

However, in the face of Aurora's vicious threat, Wenke just smiled coldly and was not scared at all.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, raised it up again, and then his figure flashed and rushed towards Auror as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Auror, then he raised his sword mercilessly and slashed at Auror fiercely.

"Let me see which is harder, your face or my sword!" As Wink roared, he tightly grasped the power sword with both hands, exuding a chilling aura.

His arm muscles were tense and veins bulged, and he swung the sword violently. The sharp blade, accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, chopped down fiercely at Auror's ugly face.

There was a crisp "swish" sound, and a hideous wound deep enough to see the bone instantly appeared on Auror's cheek.

At the same time, a stream of purple blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, splattering everywhere.

Auror's already incredibly huge body staggered back several steps involuntarily after suffering such a severe blow.

However, Wink did not give her any chance to breathe. He rushed forward, quickly grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand, raised the sword high again, aimed at Auror's body and stabbed it fiercely.

Just as the sword blade flashing with cold light was about to penetrate Auror's body, at the critical moment, suddenly, a ball of rich purple spiritual energy surged out from Auror's arm.

In the blink of an eye, this ball of spiritual energy turned into an extremely sharp spear and rushed towards Wenk at lightning speed.

Faced with this sudden attack, Wenke's heart tightened, but his years of combat experience prevented him from panicking at all.

He pushed his feet hard against the ground and quickly retreated. Although he reacted quickly, the tip of the spear with deadly poison still lightly touched the armor on his chest.

In an instant, a series of "hissing" sounds were heard, and the extremely sturdy armor began to corrode madly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

Seeing this, Wenk knew that the situation was not good, so he made a prompt decision, reached out and tore off the chest armor plate that had been corroded beyond recognition, and threw it on the ground.

Then, he took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and posture, and gripped the power sword in his hand again. He stared at Auror not far ahead, and prepared to continue fighting with full concentration.

While Wink and Auror were fighting fiercely, the rest of the troops were not idle either. The counterattack plan was quickly finalized and then began to unfold in full swing.

"Fire!" With a roar, Wittmann's crew rushed out first like an arrow from a bow.

As one of the very few relatively well-organized troops in the city, they shoulder heavy responsibilities and become the sharp spearhead of the counterattack force.

"Let the earth drink the blood of the enemy! Forward!" The passionate slogan resounded through the sky, and the battle to retake the outer city area officially began.

Thousands of steel behemoths were seen surging forward like a surging tide, and following them were millions of mortal auxiliary troops.

At the same time, thousands of cannons roared in unison, and the flames spewing from the muzzles seemed to tear the entire sky apart.

At this time, the outer city area had already become a chaotic battlefield, with the Eldar and Slaanesh warriors engaged in a fierce melee.

However, the bombardment was like a sudden storm, sweeping in mercilessly.

The Eldar warriors struggled hard to fight back amid the hail of bullets, but faced with such intensive and fierce artillery attacks, they could only complain.

"Damn humans! Can't they first unite with us to fight these demons together?" an Eldar warrior roared angrily.

His voice was quickly drowned out by the deafening explosion.

Although nearly half of the millions of artillery shells had been consumed in just a few minutes, such fire suppression was obviously far from enough for the vast battlefield in front of them.

"Enemy spotted! On the right!" With a loud shout, Wittmann drove his tank quickly around a street corner.

At this moment, several Slaanesh warriors wearing purple armor and exuding a strange aura suddenly appeared in Wittmann's observation mirror.

These enemies are so close that it seems like they can pounce on you in the next second.

However, the battle-hardened Wittmann was not at all flustered. He stared at the target with his eyes sharp as a torch and gave the order to open fire without hesitation.

Instantly, cannons roared and flames shot up into the sky. The few Slaanesh warriors didn't even have time to react before they were mercilessly hit by the fierce artillery fire.

They were blown to pieces along with their armors engraved with blasphemous symbols, turning into countless tiny fragments that flew everywhere.

"Hahaha! What a crap demon! He's still a sitting duck in front of a tank!" Wittmann's teammates couldn't help but laugh loudly with excitement after witnessing this scene.