信仰能否力挽狂澜？——神之瘟疫的原体交锋简读（2）(16)

‘You will never turn me.’
‘Then that is your loss.’
Mortarion pressed the dirty tube into a greening brass syringe. Careful to keep it well clear of himself, he bent low and jabbed the needle into his brother’s neck with a deep sigh of satisfaction, just above the scar Fulgrim had given Guilliman.
——这可是我精心准备的礼物，来自祖父納垢的馈赠。高兴的接受他把，然后见证他的荣耀。
——你永远也转变不了我。
——那你就去死吧
莫塔里安注射进入了基里曼仍留有创痕的脖子。
Immediately, Guilliman gasped. He spluttered. Veins turned black and his eyes went red as a tide of filth washed through his veins.

That’s right, brother,’said Mortarion, laughing, stepping back and casting aside the syringe. ‘Take your medicine.’
Guilliman’s skin had turned black. In places it deliquesced, running from his skull, exposing bone that gleamed before going a rotten brown.
‘Don’t struggle,’Mortarion said. ‘This is only the beginning of your suffering. I’d save your strength if I were you, or how else will you savour it?’
——没错，就是这样，兄弟。
莫塔里安大笑着看着他的兄弟受难，接着退后一步饶有兴致的盯着他。
——大可以省省力，若我是你的话就会放弃挣扎。

——基里曼顿时便失去了对身体的知觉。皮肤变黑，露出了在腐烂之前洁白发光的骨头。