信仰能否力挽狂澜？——神之瘟疫的原体交锋简读（2）(9)

The regent leapt forward, his Emperor-given strength working in tandem with Cawl’s miraculous armour to launch him at his brother. Fire blazed as he brought the Emperor’s Sword down, cleaving through the links of a chain holding one of the many censers Mortarion wore on his armour. The fallen primarch jumped back, wings spread, and took to the air. Guilliman landed; the point of the sword angled down, missing its target, and blasted a glowing crater into the earth.
——何不继续白刃相加呢，兄弟？

摄政再度重步发起猛攻，但死亡之主向后急退，同时羽翼大展，升入空中。基里曼的攻势落空，身体再度回归地面；帝皇之剑偏离了目标，长剑在地面带出了道道火花。
‘Temper, temper, Roboute,’said Mortarion. He looked overhead, where the fine skin of energy put out by the Concilia Psykana was glaring in his warp sight. ‘I see your witches are at work. So let me show you my power in return.’
He threw out his hand. A bolt of yellow leapt from the palm. Guilliman swung up the blade to intercept it. The bolt slammed into the weapon, where it was absorbed. Mortarion pushed forward, still venting the might of the warp from his hand, but Guilliman stood firm, though he shook with the effort and the flames on the sword dimmed. He shouted, and pushed back. The energy stream curved in on itself, and exploded, and Mortarion was pushed away.