Chapter 89
"Captain Wade."
"What is it, Priest Isis?"
Captain Wade was still seething, furious that he had allowed Erebus to escape.
Isis only smiled. "I'll give you a mission. Go after Erebus. I believe you have plenty you'd like to say to the Chief Chaplain of the Word Bearers."
"Yes! If Captain Haider were still alive, he would have punched Erebus into the ground!"
"Then go," Isis said. "Follow Thoros. Erebus has no heavy support with him—only his guards. You just need to deal with them."
"We'll go too."
The last dozen Astartes of the Imperial Commando stepped forward to join Wade. Though some outranked him, rank no longer mattered here. All of them shared the same goal: to kill Erebus.
In this moment, there was no hierarchy—only loyalty to the Imperium.
"Thank you for this chance, Priest of Isis," Wade said.
"I have other duties. I won't go with you," Isis replied. Her gaze shifted to Godzilla. She was Godzilla's priest now, and could not abandon her sacred role just to chase vengeance.
"Katata, how goes your battle?" she asked.
"No problem. Leave Planet Godzilla to me!"
Katata was still holding his own against three foes at once, though Mechagodzilla was ultimately no match for the real thing.
"Then take your time. We have bigger things to deal with here."
[Mission: The Thirteenth Black Crusade]
Mission Description: At the end of the 41st Millennium, Abaddon launches another Black Crusade. This time, he brings the full strength of the Black Legion, countless Chaos warbands, the favor of all four Dark Gods, god-engines, and more. His target is clear: the fortress world of Cadia. But with Godzilla present, victory is not guaranteed.
Mission Rewards: 200 points (rewarded if Cadia survives until Belisarius Cawl departs), Asymmetric Force Field Shield (capable of disabling the Blackstone Fortress or even the Phalanx), Heisei Godzilla form (required to participate fully in the Battle for Cadia).
'Seriously? I have to take Godzilla form just to join this war?'
[Well, this is one of the most dangerous battles in history.]
Godzilla had to agree—it was indeed dangerous. Neither side, Imperial or Chaos, was holding back.
The Imperium had even deployed the Phalanx, the immense star fortress of the Imperial Fists. Among Warhammer players, there was a long-standing joke about it:
"If you transmigrated into 40K and somehow managed to build one Phalanx a year, would the Emperor kill you?"
The standard answer was:
"The Emperor would rise from His Throne on the spot, declare your 'AI' to be abominable intelligence, and personally crush your skull."
It was only a meme, of course. No one could casually produce a Phalanx—it would be like being handpicked by the Omnissiah Himself. But it showed just how terrifying the Phalanx truly was.
'I'll try my best. Disabling the Blackstone Fortress shouldn't be hard—I can just blow out its engines. But Cawl must survive. If he dies, the Imperium might never recover against Chaos.'
And Chaos was not humanity's only enemy. Beyond the Eye of Terror, the Imperium still faced the WAAAGH! of the Ork warlord Bonecrusher, the hunger of the Tyranid Hive Fleets, and the constant raiding of the Drukhari.
Worst of all was the stagnation of the Imperial Creed itself.
Roboute Guilliman had to be resurrected.
The Emperor had even begun to send forth Living Saints. The galaxy teetered on the brink of a new age.
Beside Isis, a Death Cult Assassin made to follow Wade, but Isis stopped her.
"Hold. You have more important work ahead."
"Tch. I wanted to kill more heretics."
"You'll just get yourself killed. I can promise you—your chance of surviving the next battle is less than 1%. Even I may not survive what's coming."
The battles to come would be beyond "fierce." They would be carnage. Pure slaughter.
Above Cadia, the void burned as the Imperial Navy clashed with the traitor fleets. Cadia's ships were already faltering, and even the Macragge's Honour was taking a pounding, its void shields buckling.
And then, new arrivals entered the system.
Belisarius Cawl himself had come, his massive Mechanicus arkship translating in from the Warp. At the same time, another figure appeared: an Eldar Harlequin.
The Veilwalker. One of Cegorach's chosen, a Shadowseer of the Laughing God.
Among Warhammer fans, she was a favorite—mysterious, rarely seen, and always appearing at pivotal moments. She warned, she manipulated, she lured danger away.
Now, she stood before Isis.
"Greetings, Priest of Godzilla," she said, bowing gracefully, like a dancer at the opening of a performance.
"Oh, a Harlequin. One of the clown troupe."
"You know of us, then."
"Of course. Without you, the Craftworlds would have long since fallen."
"My apologies," the Veilwalker smiled. "But I know your god's purpose was never destruction—only to drive the enemy back, yes?"
The exchange felt more like a duel of words than a conversation. Godzilla glanced over, surprised to see the Harlequins here at all.
'Well, well. The Laughing God sends his emissaries. What's she plotting with Isis?'
[Negotiating for Eldar aid.]
'Why should I help the Eldar?'
Unlike other transmigrators, Godzilla had no soft spot for the Eldar. Many players loved their beauty, their mysteriousness, or their iconic female characters—comparable to Battle Sisters or even Tau heroines. But Godzilla had none of those desires.
To survive in 40K, you had to control your emotions. If not, the Four Gods—no, the Five Gods—would twist you into their pawn.
"Why should I help the Eldar?"
Isis echoed her god's thoughts perfectly.
The Veilwalker tilted her masked face. "I know where Godzilla was born. And more importantly—I know of a monster that desecrates his name. I offer this information in exchange for your aid."
"A monster that desecrates Godzilla?"
"Yes. A Godzilla that is… not Godzilla."
Isis instantly understood.
Runaway Godzilla cells. Mutations. On Planet Godzilla such aberrations occasionally appeared, but they were usually hunted down and consumed by other kaiju.
"I see," Isis said. "Then we can cooperate."
"Details can wait," the Veilwalker replied. "For now, protect the Death Korps. I have already told them not to fire on you."
"Fine. And the Eldar who were brainwashed by me?"
The Veilwalker hesitated. "I would save them if I could. But the Tyranids are attacking our Craftworlds. Take the Eldar as compensation. All I ask is that you return their soulstones after death."
A bold request, but not unreasonable.
"Very well," Isis agreed. "Their soulstones will return to Iyanden once they fall."
"Thank you." The Veilwalker bowed again, her grace unchanged even amid the chaos of war.
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