Chapter 93
The Blackstone Fortress was in chaos, but the flower beast wasn't going to tear it apart anytime soon.
Back to Godzilla—our Godzilla—who was locked in a brutal clash with a Titan battle group. Cadia's artillery array was also firing on him, but guns of that caliber did nothing worth mentioning.
"Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola!" (ORA ORA ORA ORA!)
Godzilla was enjoying himself. The Titans' bombardment stung, but only slightly.
The real threat came from the Chaos Warlord-class Titan. Among Titan legions, that was considered upper-mid strength. Its weapons actually managed to injure Godzilla, who lacked void shields. But the problem was the reload time. By the time the next volley landed, most of his wounds had already healed.
Small injuries weren't enough to slow him down.
Godzilla lashed his tail, slicing a Knight-class Titan in half at the waist. At the same time, he smashed a Warhound Titan straight to the ground.
Yes—literally knocked it flat.
Very few things in the galaxy could knock a Warhound over. Godzilla had just done it.
The Warhound thrashed its legs, unable to rise.
In the distance, a Reaver-class Titan—a medium-sized war engine between the Warhound and Warlord—unleashed its Apocalypse Missile Launcher in a storm of fire. The rain of warheads was meant to hold Godzilla back.
But Godzilla crushed the downed Warhound's head underfoot, disabling it instantly.
Missiles detonated across his back, but they failed to stop his advance.
"Damn, damn, damn! How do we stop him?!"
"Is he invincible?! Nothing works on him!!!"
"We need heavier fire support!"
"Where are we supposed to find it?!"
The Chaos Warlord was already the pinnacle of their God-Engine arsenal here. It could wound him, yes, but there were too few.
If there had been a thousand Warlords, Godzilla might not have had things his way.
But with less than ten? Why would he be afraid?
"Come on, come on, I'm not done yet!"
Godzilla kicked aside the ruined Warhound and advanced toward the Titan formation.
This time the Titans changed tactics. Instead of direct fire, the Warhounds raised harpoon launchers—tools normally used to restrain other Titans. Heavy cables shot out, embedding into Godzilla's back.
Dozens of steel lines wrapped around him, pulling in all directions.
From the air, the scene looked like the eight-pointed star of Chaos, with Godzilla trapped at the center.
"Engines to maximum output!"
"Pin him down! Don't let him rampage any further!"
The Warhounds strained, engines howling as the cables went taut, dragging Godzilla's movements to a halt.
But Godzilla had seen this before.
"You think this is my first rodeo?"
He dug his claws into the ground for leverage, then pulled back on the lines with both arms.
It was a contest of strength—except there was no contest at all.
The Titans strained, but Godzilla pulled harder. The friction of their massive feet tearing at the ground gave way, dragging the Warhounds forward instead. Ravines split the earth as they skidded helplessly.
"Damn it! We're already at maximum output!"
"It's not the engines! By the Four Gods—he's fighting against Titan engines and planetary gravity at the same time. He's a monster!!!"
"And he's outmuscling several Titans at once?!"
Godzilla could feel the pull. The Titans were heavy, but not heavy enough.
The specially-forged cables were meant to withstand even an Emperor-class Titan's strength. But under Godzilla's pull, they groaned to the point of snapping.
"Ahhh—!!!"
One Warhound was dragged all the way to his feet.
"No, no, stay back! My lord, I was wrong—I shouldn't have joined the rebellion!!!"
Inside, the crew had broken down, screaming.
"Help me! Someone help me! I only wanted to pilot a Titan, I don't want to die!!!"
Tears and snot stained their faces. But no god, no daemon, answered their plea.
They had crushed soldiers, civilians, even Space Marines underfoot in this machine. Remorse now meant nothing.
There was only one ending.
Death.
And it came swiftly. Godzilla gripped the Warhound, eyes glowing white, as its weapons fired in futility. With a brutal wrenching motion, he tore the Titan clean in half.
So much for loyalty.
"Next!"
He yanked another steel cable, taking his time. There was no hurry.
If not for their void shields, he would have simply vaporized them with his atomic breath. But dismantling Titans by hand had its own thrill.
Above, more Titans were being airdropped. But the more reinforcements came, the more uneasy Abaddon became.
"Can this beast even be killed?"
"A calamity…"
If Godzilla continued to block the Titan legions, his plan to shatter the Blackstone Fortress would falter. Without that, the daemon armies could never fully open a warp portal onto Cadia.
The minor portals they had were only trickling daemons into the warzone—not nearly enough to break the Cadian front.
"Send Chawraath against him. The other Titan cohorts are to bypass the fight and destroy Cadia's void shield generators!"
"Yes, Warmaster!"
Chawraath—the mightiest of Abaddon's engines, one of three corrupted Emperor-class Titans under his command. Though it had long since fallen to Chaos, it still bore the frame of an Imperial god-machine.
Its hull was reshaped into a temple to the Ruinous Powers. Each titanic step made the deck of its carrier ship quake like an earthquake. Its armored feet were fortresses unto themselves.
"Prepare Chawraath for airdrop!"
The Titan's crew roared in excitement.
"At last! It's our turn!"
"Captain, let's slaughter them all!"
One might have expected the captain to calm his men. Instead, he bellowed:
"Blood for the Blood God!!!"
He was more deranged than the crew themselves.
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