HH荷鲁斯叛乱《异端初现》渣翻6

The voice was Malcador’s. He rose on unsteady limbs, his words strained and spoken through bleeding lips. Guilliman inclined his head, the barest movement enough to send two of his warriors to aidthe Emperor’s advisor. Malcador stood, still hunched from the pain, and ordered the approaching Ultramarines away. With his arm outstretched, his staff leapt from the ground a dozen metres away and slapped neatly into his palm.
‘What?’ Lorgar said, uncertain he’d heard correctly. ‘What did you say?’