GTAG Chapter 84 The Battle Begins
Though half a city separated Godzilla from Singular Point Godzilla, such a distance meant nothing to him.
Out of a twisted courtesy, Godzilla offered his counterpart a greeting—one befitting two beings who both bore the name Godzilla.
A strange blue glow spread across his scales, then a blazing beam of energy erupted from his jaws, lancing toward the cocooned Singular Point Godzilla.
The radioactive ray struck its mark, and from deep within the crystal prison came a pained roar. Godzilla knew instantly—he had wounded it.
Crack!
The colossal red crystal shell shattered, revealing Singular Point Godzilla. Its wounds were healed, and it had evolved into a landform. Yet Godzilla's interference had stunted its growth slightly—its frame was shorter by a few meters.
The moment the crystal broke apart, Singular Point Godzilla's gaze locked onto him. Even across half a city, Godzilla felt the murderous intent burning from its eyes. It chilled him to his core.
Despite the gaping wound scorched across its chest, and despite the vast difference in size, Singular Point Godzilla showed no fear. It couldn't. It was, after all, a higher-dimensional being. Godzilla was not. On that alone, it considered itself superior.
White steam curled from its body as its charred flesh writhed. In seconds, the deep wounds closed entirely, as though they had never existed. Its regeneration bordered on immortality.
"Roooaaar!"
Its deafening cry shook the air, and at once the Rodans lurking within the Red Dust swarmed toward Godzilla.
He frowned at the sight. The endless fluttering reminded him of summer flies buzzing over a trash heap—filthy, annoying, and countless.
Crackling purple arcs of electricity flared across his body, wrapping him in a living suit of lightning. He stood as though clad in a god's armor. The Rodans never even touched him. The instant they drew close, the currents leapt onto them, frying them alive.
Blackened husks rained from the sky, falling like a storm of charred snow.
Through the chaos, a piercing white light flashed. Godzilla's instincts sharpened. He swung around, his colossal tail smashing forward.
Buildings crumbled like toys under the strike, and the Rodans before him were swept away, leaving a gap—a brief clearing.
Through it, he saw Singular Point Godzilla, light particles gathering in its jaws. His tail throbbed suddenly with pain, scales steaming and discolored from the heat. But he quickly realized it wasn't the enemy's attack—it was from his own tail strike against the buildings.
His armor-like hide could easily withstand this level of heat. Singular Point Godzilla's simple attacks would not break through. The crimson beast seemed to realize the same. Its foe was no ordinary monster.
Still, it sneered inwardly. To it, Godzilla was nothing more than a larger insect.
Another earth-shaking roar erupted as scarlet growths erupted from the ground at its feet—red thorns, hardening from the Red Dust into massive spires, surging outward in a deadly tide toward Godzilla.
His pupils contracted. He hadn't expected this move. But he reacted instantly. Energy gathered inside him, and another atomic ray surged from his maw, meeting the oncoming tide.
The blue beam carved a swath through the thorn-sea, shattering the crimson spikes into fragments. Yet before they even touched the ground, they dissolved back into Red Dust, hardened again, and pressed forward once more.
Everywhere but directly before his beam, the scarlet tide still advanced.
Godzilla refused to be overwhelmed. Splitting his focus, he unleashed the storm within him. Purple lightning burst outward in every direction, obliterating the thorns that had nearly reached his body.
Even so, he knew it was temporary. If left unchecked, the fragments would reform again under Singular Point Godzilla's command.
But he needed only a moment.
Because his atomic ray had already slammed into Singular Point Godzilla.
The resulting scream was louder than before, wracked with agony. Godzilla knew the injury was far more severe this time.
The thorn-sea collapsed into inert Red Dust, no longer under control. Seizing the moment, Godzilla ceased his beam and charged.
Though he thought of himself as a mage, preferring to annihilate enemies with his atomic ray rather than claws, against this foe—this master of Red Dust—close combat offered greater chances of victory.
And nothing stopped him from unleashing his beam at point-blank range.
The true battle had begun.
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