Chapter 54 – The Crusher
After crossing half the planet in a trail of ruin and radiation, Godzilla finally arrived at his destination—the heart of the greenskin WAAAGH.
He had left a blackened swathe of death in his wake, incinerating and trampling hundreds of millions of orks into the dust. And now, looming before him, stood an immense ork megacity—an industrialized jungle of scrap towers and war foundries, sprawling like a hive city built for giants.
At the center of it all, atop his steel fortress-palace, stood Pirate Warlord Goluk—the so-called BOSS of this particular WAAAGH. Towering nearly five meters tall without power armor, Goluk cut a far more refined figure than most of his kin. Unlike typical orks, whose postures were hunched and brutish, Goluk stood straight and tall, exuding command. His battered naval coat—clearly looted from some long-dead Imperial admiral—billowed behind him as he stared silently at a star map glowing in the war hall.
Compared to the usual bellowing, crude warbosses, Goluk was like a green-skinned version of a certain moustached tyrant—cunning, brutal, and ambitious. The Eldar? A minor nuisance. His lieutenants could handle them. He wasn't aiming for just another planet or system.
Goluk wanted a sector-wide WAAAGH.
"Boss!"
An ork boy burst into the chamber, eyes wide with terror.
"Boss, it's that monster—Godzilla! He's here! We—we can't stop him!"
Goluk finally turned, boots thudding heavily as he descended the steel steps of his command platform. He loomed over the panicking ork boy like a thundercloud, the pressure of his presence enough to crush lesser men—and quite possibly lesser orks too.
"One beast? One? And yer tellin' me ya can't stop him?!" he growled, grabbing the boy by the neck with one massive hand.
"We got boys everywhere, fightin' nonstop! Where's all that WAAAGH energy goin'? Back to me and tell those scrapheads to bring out the biggest krumpin' machines we've got. Let's see 'im try and fight my war fortress!"
"R-right away, boss!"
The boy was hurled from the room, and Goluk's elite guards—hulking orks clad in power armor and bearing weapons that looked welded from tanks—moved out behind him. These weren't common foot soldiers. They were the best of the best—Space Marine-tier brutes, bristling with firepower and barely-contained rage.
Goluk clenched his fists, practically vibrating with frustration. He was leading a WAAAGH with enough firepower to level an entire subsector, and now some oversized lizard was tearing through his territory unchecked?
And what was worse, those xeno beanpoles—the Eldar—were still harassing his outer defenses, and now his Gargants, ancient ork war machines, were getting stomped like mushrooms in a grot camp.
"What kind of soggy-headed idiots did I hire for this WAAAGH?!" he roared into the vox network. "Roll out my biggest scrapheap on treads! Crush that monster!"
While most races would struggle to create anything that could take on Godzilla head-to-head, if anyone could slap together a miracle of green-skinned engineering madness that might stand a chance, it was the orks.
And soon, the sound of rolling thunder and shuddering metal filled the air.
Godzilla had already breached the perimeter of the fortress city. He hadn't even needed to fight his way in this time—no dramatic brawls, no giant tail whips. Instead, he strolled straight through the gates… and the orks' own ammunition depotdid the rest, going up in a chain reaction of poorly-managed explosives and volatile fuel tanks.
The city shook with the force of the blasts.
Several ancient ork war machines—Gargants—appeared to halt his advance, but they weren't alone this time.
Following behind Godzilla, through the smoke and fire, came the lizard giants—massive reptilian beasts only slightly smaller than the King of Monsters himself. With them charged their Lizardmen riders, small in number but utterly fearless.
They split around Godzilla like a tidal wave of scaled fury, clashing with the ork machines under a storm of fire. The air was thick with the stink of oil, blood, and ozone.
Godzilla didn't even flinch. Like a force of nature, he pressed forward.
At his side, Isis charged as well, blade in hand, eyes burning with devotion. Her loyalty to Godzilla was absolute, and her battle cries echoed across the cratered battlefield.
One name was missing, however—Katata, the new priestess of the Lizardmen. Her absence spoke volumes. Whatever she was preparing in the background, it clearly wasn't ready.
"Kill them all!" roared Isis. "These pathetic creatures are not worthy to block the path of a god!"
"Hold the line!" the orks screamed. "The Crusher is almost here!!"
And then, it arrived.
Even Godzilla paused.
The ground trembled. Buildings collapsed. Orks fled. And rising into view, like a mountain with treads, came the Crusher.
'What the hell is that thing…?' Godzilla narrowed his eyes. Even he looked small in comparison.
Supported by five massive crawler chassis and covered in a patchwork of bolted plates, pipes, and weapons, the Crusher dwarfed the battlefield. Its size easily rivaled that of an Emperor-class Titan—and possibly exceeded it.
'That's not a war machine. That's a damn continent on treads.'
Its weapons were absurd. Giant macro cannons, flak towers, beam lances—every inch of the thing bristled with ork-modified weapons stolen from other armies or cobbled together from junk and genius.
'This isn't in the Munitorum manual,' Godzilla thought. 'I've never seen this class before…'
[Golden Age Agricultural Tractor Detected.]
'Of course. Golden Age tech. Makes sense. Those ancient tractors were the size of Titans. Maybe even bigger.'
In the lost era before the fall of human civilization—before the AI rebellion and the Age of Strife—the so-called Golden Age of Technology had created marvels that modern Imperials could only dream of. Titans? In that age, they were glorified forestry equipment.
The Crusher might have started life as one such machine. Now, remade by ork hands, it was a grotesque land-battleship, its original function long forgotten.
And it was rolling directly toward Godzilla.
"GET 'IM, CRUSHER!" the orks roared. "SHOW 'IM WHO'S THE BIGGEST 'ERE!"
"OUR BOSS IS STILL BIGGER!!!"
The greenskin morale surged. The WAAAGH energy rose. Gunfire intensified. Chanting turned into screaming.
But Isis just watched from the rubble, her face contemptuous.
"Fools," she said coldly. "You cheer for a machine, blind to the truth before you. That thing may be massive… but it is not divine. You face the one who stands above Titans, above time itself. My god is not measured in meters. He is measured in terror."
She raised her voice so all nearby could hear. "*Behold the King of Eternity—*Godzilla!"
Then it began.
The spines along Godzilla's back pulsed, glowing a brilliant cobalt blue. The hum of power filled the battlefield. Electricity crackled in the air.
He was charging his atomic breath.
This wasn't just a test shot. This was a message.
The King of Monsters was ready to face the machine god of ork invention—and show them what true annihilation looked like.
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