《Let There be Darkness》中的设定的收集(1)(24)
2024-06-14克苏鲁神话《让这里陷入黑暗吧》 来源:百合文库
一阵紫罗兰色的火焰带着高炉般的轰鸣声席卷了整个大厅。尸体爆裂成烧焦、血腥的破烂,墙壁、地板和天花板上涂满了煤烟、微红的血块。雷声在走廊上滚滚咆哮。. . .
塔格特扣下了扳机。一股油烟滚滚翻滚,整个走廊都充满了阴森森的恶臭。当它慢慢消失时,塔格特看到他的追击者没有一个活着或完好无损。墙壁和天花板滴下了一种缓慢的软泥,就像烤肉坑的红色、结痂的木炭墙壁一样,而大厅尽头的地板上散落着一团深及脚踝的烧焦的肢体、内脏、骨头-碎片和破碎的、渗出脑汁的头骨。
(Zarrian爆能手枪的最大功率可以一击就将一条走廊上的所有人都轰成碎片。)
6. "Where did you get that pistol?" snapped the man, eyeing Taggart's Zarrian blaster. "That could be a death sentence, you know. Don't reach for it -- put your hands behind your heads, both of you -- that's right. Stand still -- don't move a muscle."
“你从哪里弄来那把手枪的?” 那人厉声说,盯着塔格特的扎里安爆能枪。“那可能是死刑判决,你知道的。不要伸手去拿它——把你的手放在脑后,你们两个——是的。站着不动——不要动一动肌肉。”
7. Now the newcomer was standing beside her, scowling down at her in apparent surprise. Like FitzRoy, he wore dark-rimmed spectacles and black clothes, but here the resemblance stopped. His apparel bore no similarity to the black uniform of the Nazirites or the Sons of Light. He was lean and his brown hair was close-cropped; his face, clean-shaven, was somehow hard in its severe lineaments, and his blue eyes glared with a strange intensity. The bulky pistol in his right hand seemed startlingly familiar -- so did the glowing belt about his waist -- but Judy couldn't remember when or where she had ever seen such objects. In the man's upturned left palm was a small, intricate device that hummed strangely and glowed with a dim blue radiance.
塔格特扣下了扳机。一股油烟滚滚翻滚,整个走廊都充满了阴森森的恶臭。当它慢慢消失时,塔格特看到他的追击者没有一个活着或完好无损。墙壁和天花板滴下了一种缓慢的软泥,就像烤肉坑的红色、结痂的木炭墙壁一样,而大厅尽头的地板上散落着一团深及脚踝的烧焦的肢体、内脏、骨头-碎片和破碎的、渗出脑汁的头骨。
(Zarrian爆能手枪的最大功率可以一击就将一条走廊上的所有人都轰成碎片。)
6. "Where did you get that pistol?" snapped the man, eyeing Taggart's Zarrian blaster. "That could be a death sentence, you know. Don't reach for it -- put your hands behind your heads, both of you -- that's right. Stand still -- don't move a muscle."
“你从哪里弄来那把手枪的?” 那人厉声说,盯着塔格特的扎里安爆能枪。“那可能是死刑判决,你知道的。不要伸手去拿它——把你的手放在脑后,你们两个——是的。站着不动——不要动一动肌肉。”
7. Now the newcomer was standing beside her, scowling down at her in apparent surprise. Like FitzRoy, he wore dark-rimmed spectacles and black clothes, but here the resemblance stopped. His apparel bore no similarity to the black uniform of the Nazirites or the Sons of Light. He was lean and his brown hair was close-cropped; his face, clean-shaven, was somehow hard in its severe lineaments, and his blue eyes glared with a strange intensity. The bulky pistol in his right hand seemed startlingly familiar -- so did the glowing belt about his waist -- but Judy couldn't remember when or where she had ever seen such objects. In the man's upturned left palm was a small, intricate device that hummed strangely and glowed with a dim blue radiance.