【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第二章：信仰 Faith(16)
那里已经没有能被称为兽人的东西了，只有迥然不同的…碎片。破碎的肢体洒满了整条走廊的过道。就像是一阵剥皮抽脂的狂风刮过了门厅，将异种们撕成小到没法用来估算之前有多少绿皮的碎渣。
任何兽人身上都没有哪怕一个稍微完整的部位，走廊成了一条冰冷的尸块凝成的小溪。
我慢慢转身沿着走廊看去，转向兽人进来的路，以及我假定的那个制造了这一切的东西过来的路。
我的心脏几乎僵在了胸腔里。
这条走廊…太美了。
兽人喷溅的动脉血以完美的猩红色弧线画出了一副以走廊本身为画布的三维杰作。我谨慎而缓慢地后退着，以求将这被难以形容的暴力清晰又超乎常理地刻印在墙上的画像连接起来。
“神皇啊…”
在我注视着这自不洁之物身上撕下，描绘着由在我看来正放纵地向着敌人冲去的天使般的人物们挥舞出的刀刃飓风的美景时，新一轮的泪水自我脸颊上流下。
“帝皇庇佑，”我跪在死绿皮造就的缓慢流动的小河中喃喃道，“千真万确，是帝皇庇佑。”
There were no Orks left worth the name, only disparate… fragments. Limbs, split and ruined, littered the entire run of the hallway. It was as if a flensing wind had swept through the hall, tearing the xenobreed to pieces such that I could not have put a guess to the number of Orks that had been in the hallway prior to whatever occurred.
No part of any Ork was even remotely intact, and the hall was a cooling and coagulating creek of gore.
I turned slowly to look down the hall, back the way that the Orks had come, and the way from which I would assume whatever did this must have come.
My heart nearly stilled in my chest.
The hall was… beautiful.
The arterial spray of the Orks had painted, in perfect arcs of arterial crimson, a three-dimensional masterpiece using the hallway itself as a canvas. I stepped backward, slowly and carefully, trying to align the image that was clearly and impossibly imprinted on the walls by an act of unspeakable violence.
任何兽人身上都没有哪怕一个稍微完整的部位，走廊成了一条冰冷的尸块凝成的小溪。
我慢慢转身沿着走廊看去，转向兽人进来的路，以及我假定的那个制造了这一切的东西过来的路。
我的心脏几乎僵在了胸腔里。
这条走廊…太美了。
兽人喷溅的动脉血以完美的猩红色弧线画出了一副以走廊本身为画布的三维杰作。我谨慎而缓慢地后退着，以求将这被难以形容的暴力清晰又超乎常理地刻印在墙上的画像连接起来。
“神皇啊…”
在我注视着这自不洁之物身上撕下，描绘着由在我看来正放纵地向着敌人冲去的天使般的人物们挥舞出的刀刃飓风的美景时，新一轮的泪水自我脸颊上流下。
“帝皇庇佑，”我跪在死绿皮造就的缓慢流动的小河中喃喃道，“千真万确，是帝皇庇佑。”
There were no Orks left worth the name, only disparate… fragments. Limbs, split and ruined, littered the entire run of the hallway. It was as if a flensing wind had swept through the hall, tearing the xenobreed to pieces such that I could not have put a guess to the number of Orks that had been in the hallway prior to whatever occurred.
No part of any Ork was even remotely intact, and the hall was a cooling and coagulating creek of gore.
I turned slowly to look down the hall, back the way that the Orks had come, and the way from which I would assume whatever did this must have come.
My heart nearly stilled in my chest.
The hall was… beautiful.
The arterial spray of the Orks had painted, in perfect arcs of arterial crimson, a three-dimensional masterpiece using the hallway itself as a canvas. I stepped backward, slowly and carefully, trying to align the image that was clearly and impossibly imprinted on the walls by an act of unspeakable violence.
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