Chapter 87
The Great Unclean One was neither as nimble as Slaanesh's daemons nor as bold as Khorne's.
But that didn't mean he was any less dangerous.
"Come on."
Nurgle's great servant shook the plague bell in his hand.
A tide of plague flies swarmed forward, darkening the sky until Godzilla was completely engulfed. The buzzing filled the air, maddening and oppressive.
Even Godzilla was irritated.
He swiped his tail back and forth, but the cloud of insects refused to disperse.
Damn things won't stop flying around!
His massive feet slammed into the ground, and the fissures along his armored hide began to glow white.
Internal radiation!
A flash of light tore through the swarm. The next instant, a blinding explosion erupted, reducing the black tide of flies to ash.
The Great Unclean One froze, shock plain on his sagging, bloated face. He hadn't expected that.
In just two strides, Godzilla closed the distance between them.
Eat my 9.99 million-horsepower Godzilla Explosive Punch!
His massive clawed fist smashed square into the daemon's face. Even the corpulent bulk of a Great Unclean One couldn't absorb the blow. With a thunderous crash, the mountain of flesh toppled to the ground.
Erebus, watching from a distance, wasted no time. He signaled the Word Bearers to retreat. It wasn't his time to die. Not yet.
"Fall back! Quickly! We can't handle that thing!"
The Word Bearers pulled back in scattered formation. But just as Erebus and his personal guard moved to follow, a surge of psychic energy rippled across the battlefield. The daemonic portal behind them collapsed in a burst of warpfire.
"What?!" Erebus' face twisted in shock.
"Retreat? Where do you think you're going?"
Isis stormed onto the battlefield, flanked by Captain Wade and his soldiers.
The moment Wade saw Erebus, white-hot fury flared inside him.
"Erebus—!"
He opened fire instantly. But even relic armor from the Great Crusade wasn't enough to kill Erebus outright. The Inquisitor had to hold Wade back from charging in recklessly.
"Snort." Erebus sneered. "Many have tried to kill me. None of you have the ability."
"My powers are weakened by the Blackstone Array," Isis admitted grimly. "But he can."
Thoros advanced, towering over the battlefield like a living engine of war.
Erebus felt his stomach sink. He was stronger than most Astartes, yes—but this? This was something else entirely. He could carve through Guardsmen like wheat, but against Thoros…
Not a chance.
"Damn it." Erebus spat, retreating a few steps.
But the ground shook violently. He turned, only to see Godzilla's massive foot slam down on the Great Unclean One's belly, rupturing it and sending coils of intestine spilling out.
Not that it mattered. Nurgle's champion healed rapidly, wounds closing as maggots swarmed over the ruptures.
Godzilla didn't care. He was preparing to finish it.
A blue glow surged along the spines on his back as energy built within.
"Behold!" Isis raised her arms. "The glory of our god!"
Erebus scoffed. "Nuclear energy? We mastered that long ago!"
"Master it?" Isis laughed at his ignorance. "You don't understand anything. Even you Word Bearers can't grasp how dark this universe truly is. Do you think your gods will protect you?"
"Hmph. We'll see whose god survives."
By now, Godzilla had completed his charge. His jaws opened wide, and a torrent of radioactive breath blasted forth.
The Great Unclean One raised his plague sword to block. But the green-corrupted blade turned red under the beam's scorching heat. Molten metal dripped down, searing into the daemon's flesh. The stench of burnt corruption filled the air.
"Impossible!" Erebus staggered back. "It can fire energy beams too?!"
While he gawked, Thoros charged. Word Bearers rushed to protect their Dark Apostle, but were swatted aside like dolls. Thoros' blows scattered them, one by one.
Compared to Thoros' sheer size, even a Primarch of the Salamanders would look small. Erebus had no desire to fight him.
On Godzilla's side, the duel reached its climax.
The plague sword cracked. A gap opened, and the radioactive beam lanced through, striking the Great Unclean One's head directly.
BOOM!
A shockwave blasted the battlefield. Sand and smoke filled the air.
Erebus barely had time to refocus before Thoros' massive club smashed into his chest, caving in his armor. Had it struck his head, he'd already be dead. He tumbled across the ground, groaning.
When he looked up, he saw the impossible:
The Great Unclean One's body stood headless, its charred remains burned beyond recognition.
Godzilla's enormous claw slammed down in front of Erebus. He looked up as sunlight pierced the clouds, illuminating the titan's figure. Yet Godzilla's radiance outshone even the sun.
For the first time, Erebus felt true belief.
"God…" The word slipped from his lips unbidden.
Once, the Word Bearers had declared the Emperor a god—and were punished for it. The Emperor denied divinity. But here, now, before Erebus' eyes… Godzilla was a living miracle. A true god.
"Erebus," Isis declared coldly, approaching with Cartier's soldiers. "Your end has come."
There would be no mercy. No prison cell. His crimes warranted death a thousand times over.
"No! I won't die here!" Erebus struggled to his feet.
"If you don't want to die," Isis sneered, "then who will save you?"
Unless the Chaos Gods themselves intervened, Erebus' fate was sealed.
But then—
A deafening explosion ripped through the sky. A mushroom cloud blossomed against Cadia's void shields.
A cyclone torpedo.
"Cadia!" Isis gasped.
The Black Legion had arrived. Abaddon's Thirteenth Black Crusade was here. And the torpedo was only the beginning.
"Face your destruction!"
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