
The battle before the Nameless Gate exploded into new heights of savagery.
无名之门前的战斗,爆发到了更加残忍的地步。
Bolters thundered; chainswords struck sparks from blazing helblades; leaping flames lit scenes of butchery as warp entities ripped and tore at their victims.
爆弹枪轰鸣作响。 链锯剑与燃烧着的地狱之刃于厮杀中迸发出火光; 跳跃的火焰照亮了屠杀的场景,亚空间实体撕扯着受害者。
With their vox flooded by Vashtorr’s looping howl, many Dark Angels were forced to tear off their helms before they were driven mad.
随着黑暗天使的通讯网络被瓦什托尔周而复始的嚎叫声吞没,许多暗黑天使在被逼疯之前被迫撕下头盔。
Librarian Ezekiel fought on amidst a tide of foes, hacking and hurling bolts of power as he bellowed exhortations to his warriors.
智库(大导师)以西结在敌人的浪潮中奋战,一边向他的战士们大声劝告,一边挥砍并宣泄灵能之力。
Master Lazarus fought with his back pressed to the obsidian gates, a last handful of battle—brothers battling shoulder to shoulder with him against the daemons.
拉撒路大师背对着黑曜石大门进行战斗,最后的几个战斗兄弟与他并肩作战,对抗恶魔。
Amidst it all, the Arkifane duelled the Supreme Grand Master.
战场中心,是造物者与至高大导师的对决。
Azrael was a superlative warrior with centuries of experience and skill, but his newly augmented body had not yet healed from its dramatic surgeries.
阿兹瑞尔是一位顶级战士,拥有数百年的经验和技能,但他新增强的身体尚未从剧烈的手术中恢复过来。
Vashtorr,meanwhile, was a timeless and tireless horror of the warp, a daemon demigod goaded to fury by the nearness of his prize.
与此同时,瓦什托尔是亚空间中永恒且不知疲倦的憎恶,是一个因接近他的战利品(但被阻挠)而勃然大怒的恶魔半神。
As the Arkifane’s onslaught intensified, even the proud artificer systems of Azrael’s relic wargear began to spark and seize. The daemon’s hammer rose and fell like an industrial piston, clashing against the Sword of Secrets again and again.
随着造物者的攻击愈演愈烈,就连阿兹瑞尔的遗物战争装备中令人骄傲的技工装备也开始不堪重负冒出火花。 恶魔之锤如同工业活塞般起落,与秘密之剑一次次碰撞。(ps:我属实看不懂有关阿兹瑞尔这段的用词,看看哪个大佬能翻译的通畅一些)
To his horror, Azrael realised too late that this was a fight he could not, in this moment, win.
令他惊恐的是,阿兹瑞尔意识到这是一场他此刻无法获胜的战斗,但为时已晚。