Chapter 119
Abaddon had won the Battle of Cadia.
Everywhere except where Godzilla stood, the Despoiler's armies had triumphed. The rest of the planet was his.
And Cadia itself… Cadia was no longer truly part of realspace. Now trapped inside the Eye of Terror, it was already warping under the pressure of raw immaterium. In time, it would become just another nightmare planet, twisted beyond recognition.
Godzilla was strong. But even he could not rewrite the nature of the Warp.
.Though maybe from now on, this universe belongs to me..
Meanwhile, Cawl had reached the Webway Gate, where the Eldar's Harlequin Veilwalker had arranged for him to meet the Death Guard host.
On the Aeldari side, there was no wasted breath. The chosen warriors of the Death Army, the future regent's consort, even the Queen of the Commorragh Arenas—all stood in silence.
"Are you the Death Army?" Cawl asked first.
Ephraine nodded.
"Then open the Webway quickly. We don't have much time."
"Before we depart, there's something you must understand," Ephraine replied. "We cannot reach Macragge directly. There is no Webway gate there. We will emerge in a nearby star system, then continue the journey by battleship."
Any Warhammer fan hearing this would have laughed. No gate in Macragge? Please.
There were Webway portals everywhere in the galaxy. If the Eldar really wanted to, there was probably one under Guilliman's throne. But of course, the Death Army didn't want to risk exposing a direct portal—lest the Ultramarines tear it down out of paranoia.
"It doesn't matter," Cawl said bluntly. "Macragge's fleet will meet us. All that matters is that we finish before Cadia is entirely consumed."
The demons were pressing close already. A Keeper of Secrets was harvesting Eldar souls as they spoke. No one wasted further words. Together, they forced the Webway open and slipped through, bound for one of Macragge's moons.
And with that, Godzilla's mission on Cadia was complete.
[Mission Reward: Heisei Godzilla form unlocked. Asymmetrical Stance. +200 points.]
'Our respected sage Doracall finally left the stage… about time.'
Godzilla sighed in relief. The Doraemon subplot didn't need further explanation.
'So… a new form, huh?'
His body began to change. For the first time in ages, his size increased. No longer 55 meters tall, he now stood at 80—the height of the Heisei Godzilla.
It might not sound like much, but in Godzilla's lineage only Heisei form had been 80 meters. Later generations would hit 100.
But even that 30-meter difference was monumental.
From Abaddon's vantage point, half-blinded by smoke, it was hard to be sure… but his gut twisted.
"Did… did he just get taller?"
"Warmaster, surely you jest. He's already massive. How could he—"
The lieutenants trailed off. Their faces paled.
What if this monster wasn't even fully grown yet?
The thought was insane. If he reached 300 meters, he wouldn't quite match a battleship—but on the ground, nothing would stop him. Not an Emperor-class Titan. Not a Land Carrier. Not even the Living Saint herself.
"He is growing," muttered Trazyn. His augmented optics confirmed it. "By thirty meters. That's nearly half again his size."
Even Vashtorr recoiled. "Impossible. He's more god than I am… and still maturing? Disgusting."
The Demi-God's pride burned. He had clawed his way toward divinity, yet this beast simply was.
But Abaddon understood better than any of them.
"If Godzilla continues to grow… then he must not be allowed to continue."
The Despoiler clenched his gauntleted fist. There was no more time.
"Cruiser Deathskull! By Warmaster's command, launch a suicide attack on Godzilla!"
The order went unquestioned. They had seen Cadia's fall. They had tasted victory. If sacrifice was needed, then sacrifice would be given—even their own lives.
The great Khorne-marked warship turned toward Cadia, engines burning hot.
It was one thing to ram the Blackstone Fortress. Quite another to aim a kilometer-long cruiser at a single creature.
But that was exactly what they did.
Godzilla tilted his head back.
'…Again?'
He froze for a beat.
'This is the third time! Does it never end?!'
Abaddon was trembling with excitement, his grin unhinged.
"Yes… YES! I know he can burn red. But I also know—under normal circumstances—he cannot stop a falling battleship! This time, it's over! This time, I win!"
He clenched the Talon of Horus and screamed his certainty into the air.
The Deathskull plummeted through atmosphere, its armored prow burning with fire.
"Blood for the Blood God!" howled its cultist crew in their final devotion.
The angle was perfect. The speed terminal. Godzilla braced for impact—
—and then the stars flashed.
A colossal beam lanced down from orbit, tearing the cruiser in two before it ever reached the ground.
The explosion painted Cadia's skies.
The shot had come from the Phalanx.
"Abaddon," boomed its vox-cast across the heavens, "do not underestimate the Phalanx."
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