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Sacrifice was something that he knew well. Even now D3LVO could hear the names of those who had fallen in the flight away from Mitu Space. Such was the reason that he quickly began running towards the weakest looking Guardian of the group.
The lightning had calmed for a moment and in that same moment the Kastelans took the advantage to reach over and began crunching their xenos enemies. With a powerful grapple of the fist the Robot reached in and penetrated the hole within the crystalline armor that the xenos fashioned for themselves. The next moment the Robot crushed the gewy innards of the Guardian and caused the construct to lose animation.
This was just what D3LVO was waiting for as he quickly went past the Kastelan and right at the door that held the Choir. Such massive and barred doors might have been hard to break through but the Acillian quickly took out a Melta Charge and threw it at the door.
The Xenos Guardians were no fools and quickly tried to stop the Datasmith Acillian from blowing his way into their vital heart. However just as the Guardian who had killed 090 charged D3LVO the creature was quickly charged from the side by the massive construct that was 089.
With a button depression the charge went off. A massive amount of energy shredded the doors and revealed the whitish blue light that illuminated the interior.
With knowledge that he was leaving his Kastelans to die the Acillian ran in and was consumed momentarily by the light. His eyes needed a moment to adjust as he was now welcomed by the massive room.
From either side of him TalOS could see Sloog stretching their tendrils out into the air. Psychic energy radiated off of them as the Xenos maintained the ritual that was being casted. At the center of the room stood the Xenos that was identified as a Scorch, a brain like xenos that lived in tubes of liquid.
The Scorch looked at D3LVO directly and for a moment the Acillian felt his mind wonder. The mystic nature of the place was elegant beyond reprieve and only the most damning of souls could have neglected its beauty.
But his body and soul were Iron, which to these xenos was the most damnable thing one can be.
The Acillian opened fire upon them all.
The soul known as D3LVO was rendered asunder by the psychic scream of thousands of the dead and dying.
