Chapter 94
The descent of an Emperor-class Titan was on a whole different level from that of a Warlord-class. The fireball of sparks it dragged through the atmosphere was bright enough to outshine Cadia's gunfire.
Cadian anti-air batteries noticed the incoming monstrosity immediately, but their weapons weren't enough to break through the Titan's void shields. The massive anti-air macrocannons could only swing into position long after the Titan had already touched down.
When the Emperor-class Chaos Titan landed, the ground itself seemed to fall silent.
Godzilla's head snapped up.
Damn it, system. Didn't you say Abaddon wouldn't bring out an Emperor-class Titan?
[He's desperate.]
Of course Abaddon was desperate. The Warmaster's god-machines were his only tools for cracking truly tough battles. If Godzilla wiped them all out, what would he use to bring down Cadia's void shield generator? Throwing Space Marines at it in waves wouldn't work forever.
Even if this Emperor Titan fell, as long as the Chaos Titan phalanx could destroy the shield generator, Abaddon's plan would move forward.
The Chaos Titan slowly straightened.
Its frame was so massive that the Warlord-class engines beside it looked like toys. A twisted cathedral dedicated to the Blood God squatted on its back, giving it an even more imposing silhouette. From its crimson paint scheme alone, Godzilla could tell—it was a Khorne-dedicated Emperor Titan, its Princeps and crew just as frenzied as any berserker cultist.
"That's him!"
"Target Godzilla! Burn him!"
Godzilla was shorter by comparison—maybe eighty meters tall to the Titan's hundred plus, cathedral included—but he didn't care. The Emperor Titan's hull bristled with gun batteries: colossal melta-plasma cannons, rotary batteries, assault cannons the size of hab blocks. Unlike other Titans, Emperor-class engines weren't built for melee. They didn't carry chain-swords or power claws. They simply annihilated enemies at range.
Abaddon, you bastard, Godzilla thought.
He ignored the other Chaos Titans moving to encircle Cadia's defenses. He knew the truth—no one on Cadia could stop an Emperor Titan. Only he could.
If only that kid from Legend were here… then it'd be Titan versus Titan for real.
Godzilla squared off against the colossal war-engine. Neither side wanted close combat. The Titan had some melee ability, sure, but it wasn't built for it. Godzilla, on the other hand, excelled at tearing things apart up close—just ask the Warhound Titans he'd already shredded.
"Do not engage in close quarters! Charge the melta cannon!"
"Blood for the Blood God!"
The plasma-melta's barrels began to glow, blue arcs crackling with unstable energy.
Firing, huh?
Godzilla's dorsal fins lit up. His maw began to glow with that familiar radioactive blue.
Almost simultaneously, both unleashed their fury. Plasma lances screamed through the air as Godzilla's atomic breath erupted from his jaws. The two beams collided mid-sky, sparking a storm of violent light and heat.
Wave against wave, huh? First time I've tried this trick!
The duel of beams ripped the air apart. Anyone foolish enough to be nearby—be they Cadian soldier or Chaos cultist—was vaporized instantly. Even looking directly at the collision was enough to blind.
"What… what a sight this is!" Lord Castellan Creedberg muttered, awestruck.
"That's Cha-Wrath, the Emperor-class Titan of the Sons of Horus!" gasped the Mechanicus Magos beside him, clutching his augmented halberd. "Its crew still lives?!"
A burst of vox-static came from his array.
"If not for that beast, Cadia would already be lost."
"…I trust the men of Cadia, but for once, I agree."
Against an Emperor Titan, Cadia had no answer. Not even a Warlord could guarantee victory without burning through massive fire support, and every barrage redirected against Titans meant Chaos ground forces had an easier time pressing forward.
That was the Titan's purpose: soak up fire, deliver fire, break fortresses.
"Magos, your mission calls."
"Understood."
Archmagos Belisarius Cawl withdrew. His work lay not on the battlefield but at the Blackstone Fortress array. He had to complete the Armor of Fate before Cadia's fall and deliver it to Macragge, to the Lord of Ultramar. The return of the Emperor's son was drawing near.
But that tale would come later. For now, the war between Godzilla and the Emperor Titan raged on.
"Output dropping!"
"What did you say?!"
For the first time, the Titan's beam failed to keep pace. Its reactor couldn't sustain the draw; the melta cannon guttered out, barrels glowing red-hot from stress.
Godzilla, however, didn't stop. His atomic breath roared on, hammering against the Titan's void shields.
The beams splashed against the invisible barrier just ten meters from the Titan's head.
Void shields. Damn turtle shells!
There was no getting around it. This was Warhammer 40k—of course the void shields were here.
[After this battle, you'll have one too.]
I don't need a shield, system. I need something to break theirs. EMP would be nice.
Some Godzilla forms had that—Planet Godzilla, a monster attuned not to nuclear fury but to electromagnetism, able to unleash devastating EMPs.
Not this Godzilla.
[After this fight, you'll have enough points to unlock EMP.]
Actually, I'd rather just skip to Final Form. But yeah, an EMP would make future fights easier.
Thinking ahead to the other races—most with their own shielding, many cities protected by void screens—Godzilla decided. After this, his thousand plus points were going toward EMP.
He cut off the breath. Firing endlessly at a void shield was pointless. Especially an Emperor Titan's, bolstered by Khorne's unholy blessings. Long-range duels weren't the answer.
'Fine then. Destroy him up close.'
Godzilla stepped forward, ready to bring the fight to melee.
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