Chapter 104
Although he had fallen, Godzilla quickly got back up.
The flower beast, however, had lost a massive chunk of its body. Flesh and vines were burned away, blackened pieces falling to the ground in smoking heaps.
'Mock-up!'
Godzilla stared at the charred husk of the flower beast, his pale eyes filled with ferocity.
'Radioactive breath can damage even me. Do you think you're Space Godzilla? Even Space Godzilla wouldn't dare take that head on!'
He strode toward the withered creature without hesitation.
'Still… the fact that Godzilla cells can trick even me—that's something only Godzilla can pull off.'
Godzilla remembered. Both Biollante and Space Godzilla had been born of his own cells. Both had turned against him. Space Godzilla, in particular, had nearly killed Little Godzilla.
That was cruel beyond words.
Space Godzilla had mercilessly blasted the hatchling with one energy attack after another, sending the poor creature rolling across the battlefield.
[There's something wrong with this flower beast.]
'Hm? What's wrong?'
[It isn't pure. True Godzilla-cell derivatives don't fight you. They might not be loyal, but they instinctively recognize your supremacy. Only those stronger than you could break free of that control. This one clearly isn't.]
'Let me guess. Tzeentch again?'
[Most likely.]
In the grimdark galaxy of Warhammer 40,000, if something doesn't make sense, there's no need to overthink it.
It's always Tzeentch's fault.
Ask him if he did it, and he'll probably say yes—whether or not it was actually him. Because even a false admission creates ripples, and ripples mean more change.
For Tzeentch, nothing is worse than a static outcome. He twists events simply to add complexity, just to keep himself entertained.
That same meddling had led him to deceive not just mortals, but his fellow Chaos Gods—and even the Emperor himself.
'So, Tzeentch has never been beaten? Maybe it's time someone handed him one. Guess that job falls to me in the Warp!'
[He'll get what's coming. But first, deal with this creature.]
The flower beast was already broken, barely clinging to life. Godzilla moved in for the final blow.
'Alright, then.'
He loomed over the fading monstrosity and raised his massive tail.
'May your soul return to Godzilla.'
His farewell was solemn—eerily fitting for the grim tone of Warhammer 40k. Then he spun, tail slicing through the air like a blade.
The strike was clean and brutal. The flower beast's head was severed in one swing, crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact. For all its size, the creature had never possessed the power to match it.
But that hardly mattered. All across Godzilla's world, other half-grown flower beasts still slumbered.
And when the next nuclear firestorm scoured the land, they would awaken.
Not long after Godzilla felled the flower beast, Katata completed her incursion into the Blackstone Fortress. Of course, a construct that vast couldn't be entirely seized, but paralyzing most of its systems was possible.
After a series of rapid commands, she pressed a rune.
"Done!"
The fortress' great eight-pointed star structure, which had been slowly rotating, ground to a halt and froze in place above the void.
"What?!"
Abaddon was struck dumb.
"Those primitives… they actually stopped the Blackstone Fortress? Impossible! Not even the Emperor's most exalted Magi of the Mechanicum could hack its systems so quickly!"
Who would have imagined that lizardmen—creatures who still fought with clubs and spears—could unravel Eldar technology?
But Katata was no mere savage. As a Skink Priest, she carried psychic blessings and an intellect sharp enough to bend the Warp itself. Against such talents, even ancient Necron systems had faltered.
"Damn it all! My plan is ruined!!!"
Abaddon gritted his teeth, talons digging into the throne's armrests until the ceramite shattered beneath his claws.
Failure? Unthinkable.
"Prepare the blood sacrifice!"
The Despoiler had no choice. Though he had wished to conserve his forces for the assault on Holy Terra, now he would bleed them here.
On Cadia, Chaos Space Marines drew daggers and chainswords, cutting down the mortal cultists at their feet. Blood sprayed across their armor as their victims died screaming.
This was Chaos.
They butchered their own without hesitation, but even for them, such slaughter left a bitter taste. No one wasted good followers unless they had no choice.
And yet, the rite was carried out.
As the blood flowed, parts of the Blackstone pylons cracked and failed. Warp energy surged across Cadia's surface. The Blackstone network was not yet destroyed, but Abaddon had forced a gateway open regardless.
The Warp tore wide, and from its depths the four powers came forth.
Khorne's legions led the charge, Bloodthirsters roaring with twin axes raised high.
Slaanesh's host followed swiftly, their lithe daemonettes sprinting forward, Keepers of Secrets striding with an elegance that belied their malice.
Then came Nurgle's tide. Slow, inevitable, choking the skies with buzzing clouds of flies. Great Unclean Ones lumbered forth, their corpulent bodies shaking the ground beneath them.
Last of all, Tzeentch's host emerged. Warp horrors shrieked, and towering Lords of Change advanced, staves crackling with sorcery.
For any normal Astra Militarum regiment, morale would have shattered instantly.
But not Cadia.
The soldiers gripped their lasguns and heavy bolters, shouting their defiance as the daemonic horde descended.
"Cadia stands!!!"
And with that, they hurled themselves into the slaughter.
"This won't do," muttered Trazyn the Infinite, watching the carnage unfold. "If this continues, the ground will be lost before the void shields can be restored."
Even as he spoke, a new light erupted from Cadia's lines. Brilliant, golden, radiant.
A figure emerged within the blaze.
The light soared skyward, then plunged into the daemon host, detonating in a storm of holy fire.
When it faded, three figures remained—three young women clad in golden armor, radiant with divine presence.
At their center stood one more dazzling than the others.
She raised a flaming sword and swung, unleashing a sea of fire that consumed the daemons.
"They are servants of the Corpse-Emperor…"
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