Chapter 120
The Phalanx's earlier silence hadn't been intentional. The fortress-monastery itself was in chaos—overrun from within.
Demons had breached its decks, spilling through its corridors like a plague. The Imperial Fists fought desperately, purging and holding ground at once. But among the invaders was one that no Astartes had yet defeated.
The Demon Prince Be'lakor.
In the other Warhammer universe, he was the Dark Master, the Shadow God. Here, he was the same nightmare: a prince bearing the favor of all Four Chaos Gods at once. Stronger than most Greater Daemons—perhaps stronger than them all.
And right now, Be'lakor was running rampant inside the Phalanx.
That the fortress had still managed to fire the killing shot at the Deathskull cruiser was nothing short of a miracle. It was the best support they could offer.
The cruiser's remains fell through Cadia's skies. Some fragments burned away in the atmosphere, others crashed into the planet with catastrophic force.
But several massive pieces—kilometers wide—were still on a collision course with Godzilla.
Compared to the original warship, though, these chunks were nothing.
'Alright, watch closely. Today I'll show you what Heisei G can really do!'
[Heisei G doesn't need you hyping him up. His movie already beat Biollante.]
'Tch… whatever. My new Heisei Godzilla is gonna take on SpaceGodzilla, Destoroyah, King Ghidorah andMechagodzilla. Just wait.'
Godzilla's mouth may have been running, but his body was already building energy. Before the wreckage could strike, he loosed a beam thicker and brighter than any he had unleashed in his 55-meter form.
The sheer scale of it told the story: bigger body, bigger power. The radiation ray lanced into the falling debris.
At first the fragments held together, still forcing their way down. Then they glowed red-hot, cracked, and finally exploded into a storm of shards.
Thousands of burning pieces screamed down upon Godzilla. Some were larger than he was.
But this time, instead of bracing, his new ability triggered—an unseen field snapped into place. The debris slammed against an invisible wall, scattering harmlessly around him.
It was the Asymmetrical Stance.
A shield, akin to the void-shields of the Imperium's Titans.
It wasn't perfect—if the blow could shatter his flesh, it would shatter the barrier too—but it was enough to swat away anything beneath his true limit.
'Now this is Titan-standard kit. Katata's Mechagodzilla gets a void shield, and I had to go without? Unfair. Not anymore.'
He tilted his head defiantly at the stars.
'So? Come on! Fire whatever you've got. I've got a shield now! I'm not afraid anymore!'
Even Abaddon, the Despoiler himself, felt his jaw tighten.
"Godzilla… he has a shield? Then why didn't he use it before?"
The answer came to him quickly. The beast hadn't needed it.
Every attack they had thrown so far hadn't even forced him to activate it.
Abaddon's blood chilled. This thing had shown only a fraction of its true strength.
For the first time, the thought crossed his mind—maybe this war should be abandoned.
It was a ridiculous idea for the Warmaster of Chaos. But what else could he call it, when everything he had done so far was meaningless in the monster's eyes?
"…Warmaster?" one of his adjutants pressed nervously. "The Black Legion awaits your order. What are your commands?"
Abaddon blinked hard, shaking himself out of his stupor. Now was not the time to falter.
"Seize Cadia!" he barked. "Forget Godzilla. We cannot kill him. So leave him. If he cannot be ours to destroy… then let him be the Four Gods' problem!"
It was true enough. The planet was already doomed, wrapped in the warp's grip. Its soldiers fought bravely, but their fate was sealed.
Still, the Cadian Lord Castellan—Creedburg—did not despair.
From his vantage, he watched the Hive City crumble and smiled grimly.
"The Mechanicus sage fulfilled his task," he murmured. "If what he promised was true… if his bargain with that one holds… then even if Cadia falls, it will be worth the price."
He didn't know Cawl's true aim, or that the exchange for Cadia's sacrifice was nothing less than the return of a Primarch.
If he had known, he might have rigged the planet with enough bombs to take Chaos with him in death.
The Hive fell further around him. Creedburg turned back toward the command hall to direct the final defense.
But as he entered, his heart froze.
Every officer, every clerk, every Mechanicus magos, every Inquisitor—and even the few Astartes present—were locked in stasis. Time itself had stopped for them.
In their midst, a figure shimmered into being. Metallic green and silver.
"!!!"
Creedburg ripped out his laspistol, raising it to fire. But before he could even aim, his body froze like the rest.
"Heh… heh-heh-heh."
The mocking laugh echoed through the hall.
Trazyn the Infinite.
"The Mechanicus sage is gone," the Necron collector purred. "Our transaction complete. But I've lost quite a number of precious acquisitions here. So, as compensation, I'll be taking a few with me."
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he surveyed the frozen command.
This whole chamber would be his prize. He had already chosen the name.
[The Fall of Cadia.]
One more diorama in his endless gallery of tragedies.
The Castellan himself was hardly a rare specimen… but a Supreme Lord at the moment of his world's death? That still had collectible value.
And Trazyn never left a battlefield empty-handed.
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