HH荷鲁斯叛乱《异端初现》渣翻7

A primarch lay in the dust, surrounded by his warriors. None present had ever witnessed such a thing. Argel Tal’s bolter was raised, aimed at the ranks of Ultramarines who mirrored the gesture in kind. A hundred gun barrels levelled at a hundred housand. The Seventh Captain needed three attempts to form words.
‘Hold your fire,’ he whispered into the general vox-channel. ‘Do not fire unless fired upon.’
Lorgar rested the immense crozius mace on his golden shoulder. Hisgrey eyes flickered with uncertain emotion as he bared his teeth at the fallen Lord of Macragge.