Chapter 126
The impostor raged through the ork city, crystalline spines crackling as storms of electricity danced across his body.
Even to the most die-hard Godzilla fans, this creature was an insult. A pretender. A fraud.
For Godzilla, there was only one true core: nuclear energy.
Other powers could manifest, yes—radiation beams, regeneration, even magnetic fields—but without nuclear fire at its heart, a so-called "Godzilla" was nothing more than a hollow shell.
And yet, this false one—this SpaceGodzilla—devoured power hungrily. His jagged crystals pulsed as he drained the ork city's crude generators, gulping raw energy into himself.
It was the great divide. The true Godzilla possessed nuclear might within, inexhaustible, infinite. Derivatives had to scavenge and charge themselves like parasites, desperate to mimic the god-beast.
At that moment, Godzilla's eyes opened.
The earth trembled. The sky seemed to recoil.
A message burned into his mind.
[Task: False God]
Description: A mature Godzilla derivative has been detected. It grows fat on stolen energy—blasphemy! Godzilla needs no external crutch. Destroy the imposter. Purge the heretic.
Reward: Charged Particle Cannon (Destroy SpaceGodzilla)
Godzilla snorted.
'Space… Godzilla? What in the abyss is that supposed to be?'
The system's explanation came unbidden: a crystal lifeform birthed in a black hole, fused with Godzilla cells. It wore his flesh like a cloak, but beneath was nothing but alien crystal. A mimic. A parasite.
Like Ultraman… and Ultraman Mimic. Same shape, different soul.
Godzilla's bulk shifted, rising from his rest. Mountains quaked. The oceans churned. Lizardmen knelt in reverence as the god-beast strode forth.
"Where is he going?" whispered one of the Imperial Guardsmen.
A skink priest turned, eyes aflame with zeal.
"My god hunts a false god."
The Guard blinked. "A… false god?"
"Can I follow?" asked a Custodian standing nearby, his golden armor blazing even beneath the storm. "Such beings… I must see one with my own eyes."
The skink merely inclined his head. "So be it."
A small webway gate flared, opened by Eldar hands. The Custodian stepped through.
The Helena Sector – Unnamed World
The Custodian emerged on high ground overlooking the plains. The desert storm battered his auramite plate, but it mattered little. His gaze swept downward.
The orks were everywhere, a tide of green madness. And at their heart—he saw it.
A beast the size of a mountain, spines of crystal jutting from its back and shoulders, maw lit with energy.
At a glance it was Godzilla. And yet… wrong. The crystalline fins gleamed with alien light. The false one drank deep from the ork engines, growing stronger with every pulse.
"So. This is the pretender."
Below, the orks bellowed in defiance.
"WAAAGH! Shoot 'im! Shoot da zoggin' fake lizard!"
"Bring out da gun-wagon! Da stompa! Da big one!"
A land battleship rumbled into view, an ork monstrosity bristling with turrets and crude missiles. Ancient giants—ork gargants—lumbered alongside it. Fire raked across the plain.
Missiles shrieked upward, shells howled through the air—only to detonate in mid-flight, shredded by SpaceGodzilla's crackling aura. A storm of arcs flared from his crystal spines, turning the ork barrage into nothing but fireworks.
"He adapts," the Custodian murmured. "Clever. Dangerous. More than an army—he is a cataclysm."
Indeed, without orbital bombardment, nothing short of multiple Emperor-class Titans could hope to stand against him.
Then SpaceGodzilla reared back. The crystals along his shoulders flared bright as his maw filled with swirling plasma.
A thunderous yellow beam lanced outward.
The ork land-battleship never stood a chance. The beam ripped through its armored bow, igniting its fuel reserves. The explosion tore the city apart in a storm of fire and twisted steel. Gargants toppled like toys, shattering in secondary blasts.
The Custodian grimaced, golden helm reflecting the inferno. "No wonder they call you a false god."
And then it happened.
The imposter lifted from the ground, crystals blazing like wings, body floating into the storm-choked sky.
The Custodian's eyes widened despite himself.
"…He can fly?!"
Even a veteran of the Ten Thousand felt his blood run cold.
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