Receives, swivel and shaking the fist, Rogge's fist howls, wields toward the head of devil is pounding, after every strikes, the body of devil is shivering fiercely, step back march, crashes unceasingly, pounds down until the last fist, the devil like drained the physical strength, facial features covered with blood, unbendingly but actually, but on Rogge's fist also overflowed completely the blood. 收身、转体、挥拳,伯洛戈的拳头呼啸而过,朝着恶魔的头颅挥砸着,每一击后,恶魔的身体都剧烈颤抖着,向后退步,碎裂声不断,直到最后一拳砸下,恶魔就像被抽干了气力般,面容血肉模糊,僵直地倒了下去,而伯洛戈的拳头上也溢满了鲜血。 Lowers the head the sword blade that and evades another to cut, after the opposite party experiences to Rogge's fierce, has not kept the hand, does not strike, extracted the short dagger directly, attempts to continue the thorn to strike Rogge. 低头、躲过另一把砍来的剑刃,对方见识到伯洛戈的凶恶后,没有留手,一击未中,直接抽出了短匕,尝试继续刺击伯洛戈。 Both hands held down the wrist/skill of opposite party, controlled the sword and short dagger, the strength of this devil, Rogge estimated wanted on a big way many, suddenly they refused to budge unexpectedly, no one could overpower anyone. 双手按住了对方的手腕,控制住了剑与短匕,这头恶魔的力气,比伯洛戈预想的要大上了不少,一时间他们居然僵持了起来,谁也制服不了谁。 The devil angrily roars serves with head to Rogge, pounds Rogge nosebleed to sprinkle, this thinks that Rogge will eat the pain to flinch, but he is instead laughing in the severe pain. 恶魔怒吼地对伯洛戈施以头槌,砸得伯洛戈鼻血洒落,本以为伯洛戈会吃痛退缩,可他反在剧痛中大笑着。 The sound of footsteps approaches, another devil picks up the bloodstained the long blade, cuts from the back to Rogge's head. 脚步声逼近,另一头恶魔捡起染血的长刀,从背后砍向伯洛戈的头颅。 The critical moment, Rogge lets go and staggers the short dagger, the devil cannot control own strength suddenly, the short dagger took advantage of opportunity to puncture, instead inserted own thigh, Rogge lifted the foot, then trampled ruthlessly toward the dagger, the dagger penetration flesh, the knife point punctured from the thigh. 关键时刻,伯洛戈松手、错开短匕,恶魔一时间控制不住自己的力量,短匕顺势刺了下去,反而插进了自己的大腿,伯洛戈抬脚,朝着匕首便狠狠踹下,匕首贯通血肉,刀尖从大腿下刺出。 The pitiful yell and blood, the devil knelt weak, Rogge seizes the chance to step its thigh directly, another foot takes advantage of opportunity to step in the shoulder, short jumping, the elbow strikes from top to bottom, pounds fiercely in the top of the head of devil. 惨叫与鲜血,恶魔无力地跪了下去,伯洛戈趁机直接踩住它的大腿,另一只脚顺势踩在肩膀上,短暂的跃起,肘击自上而下,猛砸在恶魔的头顶。 In the eye pupil instantaneous hyperemia, crashes, the devil head obviously was shrivelled several points, its line of sight just like embezzled by the storm, was only left over the white chaos. 眼瞳瞬间充血,碎裂声里,恶魔头颅明显瘪了几分,它的视线宛如被暴雪吞没般,只剩下了白茫茫的混沌。 The long blade, has the howling wind sound/rumor. 长刀将至,带着呼啸的风声。 Rogge holds the devil of fainting to throw down, evaded from back the long blade toward the ground, tramples again ruthlessly to the devil of fainting, its body slides in the bloodstained ground, knocked down at one fell swoop devil that grasps the long blade. 伯洛戈抱着昏死的恶魔朝着地面摔倒,躲过了从背后袭来的长刀,再狠狠地踹向昏死的恶魔,它的身体在染血的地面上滑行,一举撞倒了手持长刀的恶魔。 When it tries to crawl, a shadow has wrapped it, after the short approach, a Rogge flying knee pounded its face, both tumbled in one, mutually wrestling. 当它试着爬起时,一道黑影已经包裹住了它,经过短暂的助跑,伯洛戈一记飞膝砸垮了它的脸,紧接着两者翻滚在了一起,互相扭打着。 The devil lowers is roaring, it pressed Rogge under the body, took advantage of opportunity to extract the pistol, prepared the Uncle Xie Rogge's life. 恶魔低吼着,它把伯洛戈压在了身下,顺势抽出手枪,准备了解伯洛戈的性命。 The narrow dim indoor limited the use of firearms, but under this distance, so long as the light triggering pulling, it can kill this unexpected visitor. 狭窄昏暗的室内限制了枪械的使用,但这种距离下,只要轻扣扳机,它就能杀死这个不速之客。 The sharp severe pain transmits from the elbow place, Rogge pulls out a throwing knife deeply to prick in the joint, does not wait for the devil to wail anything, made the fricative of person of tooth acid, bone resounded, Rogge wrenched apart its elbow, then held that to aim at own pistol. 尖锐的剧痛从手肘处传来,伯洛戈抽出一把飞刀深深地刺入关节之中,不等恶魔哀嚎什么,令人牙酸的、骨头的摩擦声响起,伯洛戈扭断了它的手肘,进而抓住了那本该指向自己的手枪。 „Smiles one, the friend.” “笑一个,朋友。” Covers entirely under the face of dirt blood, is the limpid azure glow. 布满污血的脸庞下,是清澈的青芒。 After sound of gunfire, Rogge trampled turns this only to have half the devil of head, set out slowly. 枪声过后,伯洛戈一脚踹翻了这个只剩下了半个头颅的恶魔,慢悠悠地起身。 „Black like the dim light of night, black like coal.” “黑如夜色,黑如煤炭。” The melody that he snort/hum most is loving, crosses the corpse, pulls up to insert above jackknife, on the throat of each corpse, leaves behind the slash again. 他哼着最爱的旋律,越过尸体,拔起插在其上的折刀,在每一具尸体的喉咙上,再度留下刀痕。 Completes all these, Rogge then looked among this pools of blood, only also in devil of standing. 做完这一切,伯洛戈转而看向了这血泊间,唯一还在站立的恶魔。 Different with other devils, it was scared by Rogge's cruel completely, whole person delay in same place, from beginning to end has not made what movement, looks until Rogge to it, like being like the first awakening after a dream, it exudes a sad and shrill squeal, then escapes toward the iron gate place. 和其它恶魔不同,它完全被伯洛戈的暴戾吓傻了,整个人呆滞在原地,至始至终也没有做出什么动作,直到伯洛戈看向它,就像大梦初醒般,它发出一阵凄厉的尖叫声,便朝着铁门处逃去。 Escapes, escapes quickly. 逃,快逃。 In its brain was only left over such a idea, how but regardless of it is drawing the iron gate, the iron gate is entirely still, then it saw was hung up the security door bolt. 它的脑子里只剩下了这么一个想法了,可无论它怎么拉动着铁门,铁门都纹丝不动,然后它看到了被挂上了防盗门栓。 „Damn! Damn!” “该死的！该死的！” It is cursing, the extreme fear made its both hands shiver, the so simple movement, actually could not complete obviously in any event, the metal made the sound that one trembled to call intermittently in the hand, like sobbing. 它咒骂着,极度的恐惧令它的双手颤抖,明明如此简单的动作,却无论如何都做不好,金属在手中发出一阵阵颤鸣的声响,就像在哭泣。 Rogge saw this to smile, held up the bloodstained leisurely and carefree the pistol, wrinkled the brow, the expression twists in one, slightly fuzzy line of sight clear, touched off the trigger. 伯洛戈见此笑了出来,悠闲地举起染血的手枪,皱紧眉头,表情拧在了一起,略显模糊的视线清晰了起来,扣动扳机。 Spears/Guns resound. 一声声枪鸣响起。 Rogge's marksmanship enough rotten, the bullet entire tribe on the iron gate, left behind dents. 伯洛戈的枪法有足够烂的,子弹全部落在了铁门上,留下一个又一个的凹痕。 „Not!” Rogge is crying out. “不是吧！”伯洛戈大声抱怨着。 The devil has not paid attention to all these, the sound of gunfire like the syllable of death, is pursuing it extremely scared. 恶魔没有理会这一切,枪声就像死亡的音节,极度的恐慌追逐着它。 The sound of footsteps approached. 脚步声靠近了。 It does not dare to turn head, did not have the opportunity to turn head, an arm pulled its nape of the neck, was caught in the pincers of stubbornly it. 它不敢回头,也没有机会回头了,一只手臂挽住了它的脖颈,死死地钳住了它。 „Deep breath, friend.” “深呼吸,朋友。” Monster twittering resounds by the ear, the devil can feel to caress the air current of skin, brings to congeal warm the fishy smell aura, like having the wild animal of bloodthirsty, after behind darkness, revealed the fang to oneself. 怪物的呢喃在耳旁响起,恶魔能感受到抚过皮肤的气流,温热又带着凝腥的气息,就像有头嗜血的野兽,在身后的黑暗里,对自己露出了獠牙。 „Not......” “不……不……” It is whipping the arm, but the strength appears so spiritless, is insufficient the hemp that shakes this to tighten gradually. 它拍打着手臂,但力量显得是如此地懦弱,根本不足以撼动这逐步勒紧的绞绳。 The breath starts the difficulty, the chest like oppressed by the giant stone, not clear is the tears or the blood, the line of sight of devil becomes the grayish white nihility fuzzily, until some moment, clear wrenches apart to resound from the flesh, the head of devil is crooked, the face has the iron azure. 呼吸开始困难,胸口就像被巨石压迫着,不清楚是泪水还是鲜血,恶魔的视线模糊成灰白的虚无,直到某一刻,清晰的扭断声从血肉之下响起,恶魔的头颅歪扭着,脸庞带着铁青色。 Rogge loosened the hand, whatever the corpse pours in the pool of blood, the gaze approaches own bloodstained both hands. 伯洛戈松开了手,任由尸体倒在血泊之中,注视向自己染血的双手。 Shivers, is shivering excitedly, like smelling the great shark of blood, that flame had been ignited, torn to pieces of dark fever, it is not hard to extinguish. 颤抖、兴奋地颤抖着,就像嗅到鲜血的巨鲨,那火苗已被燃起,不将黑暗烧的支离破碎,它难以熄灭。 „Where are you at?” “你在哪呢？” Rogge is coquettish, is inquiring in the corpses. 伯洛戈故作姿态,在尸体之间问询着。 That mouse man disappeared, in the earliest possible time that the fight fires, this fellow ran away in the darkness, Rogge is smelling to hear his trail, he knows, this mouse can lead him to find Noam Warder. 那老鼠般的男人消失了,在战斗打响的第一时间,这个家伙就逃窜进了黑暗里,伯洛戈正嗅闻着他的踪迹,他知道,这头老鼠会带他找到诺姆・沃德。 „Noam, where are you at?” “诺姆,你在哪呢？” Rogge entered the counter, pried open a secret door with the jackknife, from that jet black profoundness, blows to be full of the ghost the cold wind. 伯洛戈走进了柜台,用折刀撬开了一处暗门,从那漆黑的深邃里,刮来充满冤魂的凛风。 „, You in this?” “哦,你是在这吗？” Rogge is grinning. 伯洛戈笑嘻嘻的。 Indistinct within can hear wailing of myriad ghosts, but Rogge does not fear, he is enjoying the pain of devils, but all these are insufficient at present, but also insufficiently. 隐约间能听到万千亡魂的哀嚎,但伯洛戈并不恐惧,他享受着恶魔们的苦痛,可眼下这一切还不够,还不够。 Rogge has not satisfied. 伯洛戈没有满足。 This like one gives to the sacrificial offering that unknown has. 这就像一场献给未知存在的祭祀。 It does not need starting a new life of evil person, or proceeds from the confession of sincerity, what It needs is only the evil people pays to the price. 祂不需要恶人的迷途知返,亦或是发自真心的忏悔,祂需要的只是恶人们付出应当的代价。 The the pain of meat and evil person of blood and evil person of evil person. 恶人的血、恶人的肉、恶人的痛。 It will never satisfy. 祂永不满足。 A star light raises from the skeleton of dropping down, they gathered a continuously silk band of light, pestered on Rogge's body, he is swallowing the fragments of soul in gulps, the azure glow in eye became even more blazing. 点点星光从倒下的尸骸里升起,它们汇聚成了一缕缕丝绸般的光带,纠缠在伯洛戈的身上,他大口大口地吞食着灵魂的碎屑,眼中的青芒变得越发炽烈。 „Run! The evil spirit must catch up with you!” “快跑啊！恶灵要追上你了！” He is laughing. 他大笑着。 The nightmare goes out from the story, marches into a profounder darkness, brings the tyranny of whole body, disseminates is entering the fear of marrow. 噩梦从故事之中走出,步入更为深邃的黑暗,带着满身的暴虐,散播着直入骨髓的恐惧。