Chapter 128
The green-skinned orks believed in two gods—Brother Go and Brother Mao.
Brother Go was fierce and cunning.
Brother Mao was cunning and violent.
No ork had ever seen Brother Gomao in person. In fact, the so-called Brother Gomao appeared even less frequently than the Four Gods of Chaos. Only on rare occasions, when the orks prepared for a great WAAAGH!, would a vision or "revelation" come—like seeing two titans wrestling among the mountains.
And now, with Godzilla and SpaceGodzilla locked in battle, the orks saw nothing less than Brother Mao himself throwing hands.
One violent and cunning.
The other cunning and violent.
Which was which? That depended on which ork you asked.
Godzilla's atomic breath was steadily suppressing SpaceGodzilla's Corona Beam. The true one's power burned brighter, heavier, deadlier. Just as SpaceGodzilla's beam began to collapse, a shield shimmered across his body, dispersing the blow.
'Damn it! A shield again!?'
[Welcome to Warhammer 40K. This is the Loyalist Shield mechanic.]
It wasn't much different from a deflection field, but it was enough to blunt the killing edge of Godzilla's breath. The exchange ended without a decisive blow.
'Fine. Up close it is, then!'
Godzilla surged forward, claws lashing. His strike tore deep across SpaceGodzilla's chest, carving ragged furrows into crystal and flesh. SpaceGodzilla staggered back, bellowing in pain—then countered, ramming his massive shoulder into Godzilla. The impact shoved the king of monsters several steps backward.
'Holy—how heavy is this guy!?'
The answer: very. His crystalline skeleton gave him unnatural weight and stability.
The titans slammed together again, claw against claw, tooth against scale. They grappled, bit, shoved, and hammered blows into one another with the savagery of primeval gods.
The orks loved every second.
"WAAAGH! Hit 'im harder!"
"Bite his zoggin' tail off!"
"Grilled squig meat! One teef a skewer!"
Some orks jeered, others hawked snacks looted from the ruins. Fighting was fun. Watching a fight was just as good.
"I bet da big spiky one wins!" shouted an ork who still remembered SpaceGodzilla's earlier rampage.
"Hurr, nah! Da one on da right's more WAAAGH! He'z da winner!"
The mob split into two factions—pro-Godzilla and pro-SpaceGodzilla. It didn't take long before someone hurled a stick. Within seconds, the ork "audience" erupted into a full-scale brawl of their own.
Even the nearby Imperial Guard weren't spared. A handful of overexcited orks spotted them and charged, waving crude clubs. The disciplined soldiers reacted instantly—halberds flashed, splitting the greenskins clean in two. Not a drop of ork blood touched their armor.
"These green-skins are insane," muttered one Guardsman, before turning his eyes back to the duel of titans.
Godzilla pressed the assault. Though SpaceGodzilla carried more bulk, the king's raw strength steadily forced him back. At last, Godzilla's tail lit with nuclear fire.
'Tail fin slash!!'
He whipped his tail around in a glowing arc, a crescent of light flashing like a moonlit blade. SpaceGodzilla dodged—barely. The strike sheared one of the massive shoulder crystals clean off, the cut edge smooth as glass.
The crowd went silent.
That tail-slash wasn't just brute force—it was one of Godzilla's strongest melee techniques, the same kind of blow that could sever battleships or end even a Seraphim in a single strike.
SpaceGodzilla stumbled backward, roaring in fury.
'So, you think you can trade fists with me? You're no Ghidorah!'
Godzilla didn't rush. He wanted to see what other tricks this "heretic" could bring.
Then SpaceGodzilla rose into the sky, hovering above, gathering power.
'What—he's running!? Already!?'
But no. He lingered overhead, scanning for an opening. From his back, shards of crystal launched downward, raining toward Godzilla.
'Oh, now you're pelting me with rocks? Think you're the only one with a shield!?'
Godzilla activated his asymmetric stance, a glowing barrier sparking into existence. The crystal barrages shattered harmlessly against it.
'I've got a shield too! And mine looks cooler, hah!'
He even cast SpaceGodzilla a mocking glare, tail twitching with smug dominance. The spiky pretender raged in frustration, yet could find no opening. Without overwhelming output, his tricks were little more than wasted effort.
'Come on then, heretic. Show me what else you've got.'
The ground shuddered.
At first, Godzilla thought it was the titanic clash itself—then realized this tremor came from deep below.
'…??? What now?'
The answer erupted before his eyes.
The earth split, and dark-green monolithic structures rose from beneath the surface. Pyramids—vast, metallic, ageless. A mausoleum world was surfacing.
And beneath each pyramid—ships. Not just frigates this time. Cruiser-sized Necron warships, dozens of them, ascending from their tomb.
The largest vessel radiated such power it made even Godzilla's spines prickle.
'…Fragments of the Star God.'
He had never felt it before, but the instant his senses brushed that presence, he knew. Shattered though they were, the C'tan remained embodiments of cosmic law—fragments of physics itself.
The Necrons had bound them into power sources. Miserable, twisted into slavery. But power undeniable.
Godzilla stared, his thoughts breaking into profanity.
'…My damn thing!!!'
This was no minor skirmish. This was the awakening of a Tomb World.
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