Chapter 109
The Planet Killer's main cannon was pinned down by Godzilla's radiation breath, forcing the destructive energy to detonate just a few kilometers away from its barrel.
Abaddon's face twisted in rage.
In the next instant, the Planet Killer's cannon was torn apart completely.
The Planet Killer exploded.
A massive fireball bloomed in the void, and the subspace energy the ship had hoarded surged out of control. Both the Eldar and Chaos fleets were caught in the storm, their formations scattering. The warp storm was so violent that even the Phalanx and Eldar craftworld ships suffered intrusions of daemons aboard.
Abaddon's jaw clenched.
"My Planet Killer!!!"
The pain was sharp. Of course he was distressed—how could he not be? The Planet Killer wasn't just a warship; it was a legacy of his Black Legion, a weapon that had followed him for millennia. Now it was torn to pieces, gone in an instant.
But even as he raged, a greater crisis was building.
Godzilla's temperature wasn't falling after the release. It was rising.
The burning agony made him roar uncontrollably. His skin radiated heat, climbing to levels even he could not endure.
You might say: impossible. Godzilla, unable to withstand his own heat?
But that is the flaw of the Red Lotus state. In this form, the nuclear reactor inside Godzilla's body runs unchecked, releasing more and more energy. The heat climbs endlessly—until even he cannot contain it. If left unchecked, the result is detonation: a nuclear blast strong enough to shatter a world.
That is the curse of the Red Lotus form.
But of course, it couldn't simply end that way. Godzilla would not die just by using it once.
Still, the heat pushed him to the limit. Lightning-like streams of red energy lashed off his body, striking the ground in violent bursts.
This wasn't his usual thermal radiation breath. If one of these arcs struck him directly, even he would feel pain.
And yet… Godzilla's eyes refocused.
'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It's tearing me apart!'
His roar now carried meaning, almost words.
'My body—red all over. Damn it, I hate using this form! Too hot. Even I can feel it!'
He tried to lower his temperature, but nothing worked.
'No good… I can't vent it.'
Energy kept spilling from his jaws, crimson beams lighting up Cadia's ruined surface. The blasts scorched both daemon hordes and Imperial lines alike, indiscriminate and overwhelming. The land split and quaked, lava bleeding through the cracks.
This was no longer a battle. It was an extermination-level catastrophe.
The only thing easing his agony was the destruction itself, but the heat kept climbing. His dorsal fins glowed molten red, close to collapse. If they melted away, it would mean death.
'This isn't working. The heat won't stop… System, say something!'
[Don't worry. You won't die.]
Suddenly, the heat plateaued. Then—slowly—it began to fall.
Godzilla staggered, forcing himself to vent the excess energy. His breath slowed, his scales shifting from blazing red back to charred black. The melted earth beneath him hissed as it cooled, crusting over into stone once more.
'The Planet Killer's gone. I wasn't fully aware, but I know what happened.'
[Yes. It has been destroyed.]
'Then Abaddon has nothing left to threaten Cadia.'
[No. Now he'll fight in earnest.]
'???'
Inside the Planet Killer's command hall, silence hung heavy. Abaddon sat in his throne, face dark as iron, and none of his lieutenants dared to speak. Even the daemon primarchs bound to him would not risk provoking him now.
Abaddon may not have been a Primarch by birth, but with the daemon sword Drach'nyen in his grasp, he rivaled their power. He had already slain champions said to be untouchable.
His knuckles whitened on the sword's hilt as he glared at Godzilla's image.
"Brother… pull yourself together!"
His voice cracked with fury.
"I, Abaddon, will not fail!"
And it wasn't mere bluster. Despite his loss, he still commanded vast fleets of the Traitor Legions. Even with the Phalanx in-system, he had the numbers to challenge it. If he summoned Be'lakor, the Daemon Prince, they might even bring down the mighty Imperial fortress-ship.
But one problem remained: Godzilla.
No matter how much power he had, Abaddon could not fight that.
"Find me a way to suppress Godzilla!!!"
The order fell heavy on his war council. His champions looked at one another in despair. How could anyone bring down such a creature?
Even the sorcerers of Tzeentch were baffled. Perhaps, they said, the only possible knowledge lay within the Black Library—the hidden vault of the Eldar god Cegorach, the Laughing God. A place where every answer existed, but almost no mortal could ever find, let alone enter.
Still, one suggestion came.
"Godzilla resists explosive force… but perhaps he is weak to cold?"
"Cold?"
"Yes. If heat drives him to collapse, then freezing him might suppress him. But his psychic defenses are strong—teleportation won't work. To move him, you'd need the power of Tzeentch himself. That is impossible."
"Then we must bind him physically," another said.
Abaddon's frown deepened.
"Frozen…?"
He began to consider it.
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