Chapter 55: Red Lotus Roar
The Crusher rumbled forward, looming like a walking mountain. Its speed was nothing to speak of—but its presence, that was something else entirely. Every tremor of its titanic treads hammered into the earth like the steps of a god.
Big. That's all that mattered to the greenskins. Big is strong. Big is good. The bigger, the better. That's how orks thought, and the Crusher was the biggest damn thing they'd ever built.
But Godzilla wasn't impressed.
He had been charging up for some time now, the glowing heat building in his gut, energy flooding through his body like a roaring inferno waiting to be unleashed.
Let's whet your appetite first, Godzilla thought grimly.
A blinding beam of nuclear fire erupted from his jaws—a torrent of blue flame so dense it nearly burst his own maw apart. The radioactive heat ray shot across the battlefield, slamming into the Crusher—
—and fizzled against an invisible wall.
Void shield. Of course, Godzilla muttered internally.
In the grimdark galaxy of the 41st millennium, anything worth its weight had void shielding. From Space Marine Terminators to Titans to fortress-worlds, energy barriers were standard fare for the big guns. It was hardly a surprise that this grotesque ork monstrosity came protected.
What was surprising was that it held.
The Crusher's shield tanked the blast. It didn't buckle, didn't even flicker. But it stopped moving.
The immense machine ground to a halt, its engines screaming with strain under the barrage.
"Boss, da engine's overheat'n!!!" a terrified ork boy shouted from inside.
"We can't hold it!"
"Shut yer gob! Dis is da STRONGEST fing we've built! Toss da git who built da engine into da engine!" bellowed Goluk.
Several unfortunate mekboyz were immediately fed to the Crusher's power core. Whether it was the sacrifice of flesh or the faith-fueled warp miracle of the WAAAGH energy field, the titanic warmachine shuddered back to life.
And it kept coming.
But so did Godzilla.
He braced himself. Feet digging into the earth, tail whipping behind him for balance, Godzilla roared in defiance. The blue light pouring from his throat deepened—turning orange, then red. Heat shimmered along his dorsal fins as lines of fire cracked through his hide, a burning lattice of internal energy exceeding safe limits.
Pushing past my limits... damn this hurts...
But he didn't stop.
Not even as molten light bled from his wounds.
You want to see who's stronger? Your damned golden-age tractor or me—Terra's last living titan? Then bring it!
He took a single step forward, muscles straining, his core on the verge of collapse.
Isis, watching from the sidelines, raised her staff and shouted with burning fervor, "Do you see?! Our god burns with the flame of judgment! He will eradicate all who stand against the Great Plan!"
She turned toward the orks, eyes blazing.
"You don't even understand the fire that's coming for you. You mock him because he's not bigger? Then you'll die ignorant and blind!"
The orks, for their part, didn't understand a word. But they did understand one thing:
"It's hot!"
"So hot!"
"AHH! Me butt's on fire!!"
Godzilla's ambient temperature had reached catastrophic levels. The heat radiating off him was enough to melt steel—let alone ork flesh. The greenskin frontlines began to falter under the sheer thermal pressure.
But the lizardmen? They surged forward.
They were made for this.
Unshaken by the inferno, emboldened by the god they followed, the lizardmen fought with berserker fury. Some of them began to glow red themselves, their blood responding to the godfire. Crimson lines ignited across their scales, forming battle sigils etched in flame.
The transformation had begun.
[Ancient Blood Lizard Warriors]—an evolution born from Godzilla's divine radiation.
They crashed into the ork ranks, tearing a breach through the green tide. And still, the clash between the red lotus beam and the Crusher's void shield continued, red and blue energy rippling in violent waves across the battlefield.
At last, the shield cracked.
The distortion shimmered like water boiling off glass, and then—BOOM.
The void shield shattered with a scream of dying warp energy. Godzilla's red beam punched through the Crusher like a lance from hell, boring a tunnel of molten ruin through its mechanical body. Steel turned to slag. Fire poured from the wound. The blast kept going—straight through the machine—straight through the city—straight through Goluk's palace.
"What the—?"
Goluk had just turned toward the red glow in his window when the beam annihilated the chamber. It didn't even stop there.
The beam lanced out of the atmosphere, carving into the black of space. A Tyranid bioship drifting nearby was caught in its path—its carapace vaporized, its psychic scream echoing for miles as the burning shaft of death bored clean through its body.
"…"
Alana, floating near the battlefield in her Eldar command ship, twitched as the corner of her mouth quirked involuntarily.
She didn't need to ask who did it.
Godzilla, she thought, blinking at the aftermath.
The chaos in orbit was total.
The sky between Godzilla's world and the Savage Planet had become a warzone—Eldar, greenskin, and Tyranid fleets tangled in a three-way slaughter. The Eldar held a fragile front, doing their best to stay out of the worst of it.
And then, suddenly, the ork ships turned on each other.
Internal infighting exploded like wildfire—greenskins blasting fellow greenskins, ships ramming each other, meks sabotaging their own engines in a frenzy of madness.
"The boss is dead," Tyrese said quietly.
That was all it took.
"Godzilla killed him."
He turned to Alana. "Asuryan's light... the Laughing God was right. We can't stay here."
Their Craftworld had already lost too many warriors.
"Open the webway," Tyrese commanded. "We retreat now."
The Eldar escort fleet began to withdraw. There was nothing more they could do. They'd seen what the Tyranids were capable of. They'd seen what the orks would become without leadership. And now they'd seen Godzilla.
"May Asuryan protect the warriors still on the ground," whispered Alana.
The Eldar vanished into the webway, abandoning the war-torn planet behind.
[Task Complete. +200 points awarded.]
On the surface, Godzilla's blast faded.
Smoke coiled from his body. His skin was cracked and glowing, radioactive blood bubbling beneath. And through it all, he stood tall—chest heaving, gaze lifted to the sky.
Damn that hurt.
The pain in his body was immense, but he didn't care.
He threw back his head and roared, a deep, thunderous cry that echoed across the continent.
It was a sound that proclaimed a single truth:
He was the true apex predator of this world.
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