Chapter 36:
Kill. Kill! Kill!!!
Godzilla tore through the Chaos front lines like a living natural disaster. With each thunderous step, cultists were crushed underfoot. A single sweep of his massive tail sent even Chaos Space Marines flying through the air, smashing into distant buildings like toys.
In the grim, dark future of the 41st millennium, Godzilla's presence on an urban battlefield was nothing short of cataclysmic.
"Damn it, stop him!" a Chaos commander howled.
But their resistance was futile.
"This isn't nearly enough troops… Where is the Imperial Guard when you need them? Can someone send a message to the Departmento Munitorum?"
[What message?]
"I refuse to pay taxes, Emperor!"
[You are clearly not a loyal Imperial citizen.]
This was not the Age of Apostasy's so-called Black Empire. If anyone dared send such a message to the Departmento Munitorum, even if the planet were overrun with Tyranids, Orks, and the entire Traitor Legions combined, the Imperial Navy would still arrive en masse just to execute the offending governor.
Godzilla, meanwhile, seemed unimpressed by the current threat level. Opening his maw, he unleashed a blazing torrent of radioactive breath that vaporized entire formations of Chaos soldiers. Their bodies were reduced to ash—if anything remained at all. Even the metal augmentations of the heretics melted into puddles of slag and hardened across the ruined pavement.
But there were simply too many enemies. No matter how many he annihilated, more emerged from the shadows of the city's shattered buildings. Chaos cultists died by the second, but their numbers remained seemingly endless.
At this rate, the tide would shift. Not because Chaos would triumph—but because they'd eventually all be dead.
Within a week, Godzilla would have exterminated every mortal follower of Chaos on the planet.
Yet as their numbers waned, a new force surged forth: the Daemonic legions of Khorne. Their blood-hued tide grew more violent, more frenzied. The sheer scale of the daemonic presence now far exceeded what any one ritual site should have been able to summon.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Godzilla paused. A sound—distant, thunderous footsteps—echoed toward him.
"Something big is coming."
He turned his gaze to the skyline.
At the far end of a ruined boulevard, a blur of red erupted from the haze—hundreds of Bloodletters and Juggernaut-mounted Skullcrushers barreling toward him. Their synchronized footfalls shook the cracked ferrocrete beneath them.
And then, rising above them all, came a figure far larger than any daemon yet seen.
"Oh-ho... Now we're talking!"
Godzilla's eyes locked onto the towering monstrosity.
A Greater Daemon—already? That's a rare treat! Most travelers to the 41st millennium don't meet one until chapter 80. Or die trying in chapter 40, still stuck in a trench, gnawing on a tin of corpse-starch rations.
"RRAAAAAAAUGH!!!"
The Greater Daemon of Khorne roared, axes in both hands, wings unfurled. He stood nearly ten meters tall—a living engine of rage and slaughter. Even so, he was barely a fraction of Godzilla's size, who loomed five times taller than an Imperial Reaver Titan.
Still, the daemon charged without hesitation.
"Did you just roar at me?" Godzilla narrowed his eyes.
He answered with a roar of his own. The resulting shockwave rippled down the street, shaking buildings to their foundations.
The daemon didn't flinch. Two axes raised high, he sprinted forward, trampling even his own Bloodletters as he charged.
"I am the Blood God's axe! Your skull will honor His throne!"
Godzilla didn't move. He waited.
The daemon leapt into the air, wings flaring for added lift. With a furious bellow, both axes came down—striking Godzilla directly on the head.
The twin blades bit deep.
Blood erupted from the impact sites—two long crimson gashes carved into Godzilla's forehead.
And yet… that was it.
"Is that all?"
Godzilla's claws shot up, snatched the daemon by the torso, and slammed him to the ground like a sack of meat. The Greater Daemon howled in pain. But before he could recover, Godzilla lifted his colossal foot and brought it down.
"AAAGGHH—!"
The daemon threw up his arms to block, but against 20,000 tons of kaiju mass, it was a useless gesture. Godzilla pressed down slowly but inexorably. Stone shattered, the daemon's body bent under the impossible weight, blood gushing from open wounds.
But still, the beast wasn't crushed. Khorne's chosen were made of tougher stuff.
"GODZILLAAA!!!"
The daemon screamed in blind fury, forcing Godzilla's foot away just enough to scramble out of the crater. Axe in hand, he rushed behind Godzilla, swinging wildly at the lizard's tail—one of the few spots his size allowed him to reach.
The strike landed.
Godzilla turned, but the daemon had already leapt—climbing Godzilla's back like a rabid beast, hacking at the kaiju's dorsal plates.
"I'll cleave off your HEAD and offer it to the Blood God!"
His axe struck one of the jagged spines—and rebounded with a deafening clang. The force of the impact numbed his arms.
"What?!"
He hadn't expected this. He could cleave through armor, bone, even Warlord Titans. But the dorsal plates… they were something else entirely.
Godzilla began thrashing, violently bucking like a beast trying to shake off a parasite. The daemon held tight—for a moment. But he was simply too large, and the centrifugal force too immense.
With a final jerk, Godzilla hurled him skyward.
The daemon flapped his wings, trying to recover—only for Godzilla's tail to smash into him midair.
The impact sent him flying across the city like a meteor.
"GODZILLA!! I'LL BE BACK!!"
He crashed through the upper levels of a hive city block, reducing an entire residential district to rubble.
Buried in the debris, the Greater Daemon slowly crawled out, bloodied but unbroken. His wings twitched, trying to shake off the dust. He still had fight in him. Rage still burned in his chest.
He would chop off Godzilla's head. Even if it killed him.
But fate had other plans.
"Heh heh heh…"
A strange, metallic laugh echoed through the air.
Suddenly, emerald light engulfed the daemon—forming into a translucent, pyramid-shaped stasis field.
Too late, the Greater Daemon realized what was happening. His body froze mid-motion, limbs locked in place, mind still screaming in fury.
Even one as mighty as he could not escape a Necron stasis prism.
Trazyn the Infinite approached slowly, staff in hand, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
He circled his new acquisition like a curator admiring a rare masterpiece.
"…Another fine addition to my collection."
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