Volume 2 Chapter 83: Kaiser Ghidorah vs. Godzilla (Part 1)
Like a cascading waterfall, the torrential rain and violent winds engulfed everything in sight.
In the distance, flashes of light flickered across the sky.
Those were the explosions of humanity's nuclear weapons.
Satellites launched their final assault.
Nuclear warheads, electromagnetic cannons, and unmanned combat vehicles—East Asia's last remaining forces waged a desperate battle against the invading Kaiser Ghidorah in the southern Pearl River Delta. Shells, bombs, and missiles, capable of leveling entire mountain ranges, were unleashed in a frenzied assault.
But it was all in vain.
Kaiser Ghidorah didn't even need to retaliate.
The terrifying thunderstorm and the indescribable super-hurricane alone had already annihilated everything.
There was no need for an EMP strike.
The storm and the winds had already rendered all technology useless.
From space, the superstorm blanketing the southern regions of East Asia continued to expand after hours of raging destruction. It was no longer just Kaiser Ghidorah and the Ghidorah's Wings fueling it—the very climate of the planet itself now sustained its growth.
The storm had evolved to an unprecedented level.
It flattened forests, submerged shelters, caused rivers to swell and drown cities, and unleashed landslides and flash floods that turned lowlands into vast lakes.
A few days more, and the entire southern region of East Asia would be wiped clean.
All plant life would perish, all buildings would collapse, and everything would be leveled to the ground.
Kaiser Ghidorah ignored humanity's resistance, flying through the storm. It soared over crumbling mountain ranges, occasionally landing on the ground, pressing its massive form into the mud and shattered rock.
Since its birth, Kaiser Ghidorah had never once fought at full power.
Inside the shelters further south in the Pearl River Delta, people huddled together in fear. The first and second floors of the refuge were now packed with terrified civilians.
Those below wanted to obey the radio's orders to evacuate, but those above, having glimpsed the apocalyptic downpour outside, refused to take even a single step out.
In the darkness of the night, Kaiser Ghidorah's eerie glow grew brighter and brighter—a signal that the end was near.
Crack!
Whoosh—
Lightning streaked across the sky. The people inside the shelter turned toward the source of the light.
That sun-like glow within the torrential downpour was impossible to ignore.
Boom!
Squinting through the storm, they realized—the "sun" was getting bigger, its rumbling roar growing louder.
Finally, someone's expression changed.
Because they could see it now—through the relentless rain—its shape.
A monster.
A monster!
The crowd erupted in panic, pushing and shoving to retreat further into the shelter, desperate to get as far away from it as possible.
"Close it! Close the gates!"
"Hurry up and close it!"
They screamed in terror.
But instead of the gates sealing shut—
The lights suddenly went out.
Click
"Ah! You stepped on me!"
"Damn it! Watch where you're going!"
...
Chaos erupted in the pitch-black shelter. Without light, panic consumed them all.
Crack! BOOM!
Lightning flashed, illuminating the fear-stricken faces in the shelter.
And beyond the shelter—
The monstrous glow in the rain was getting closer.
Three heads.
Four wings.
A towering, massive figure...
Kaiser Ghidorah had arrived.
It had crossed the mountains. It was here.
All at once, everyone held their breath, desperately stifling their sounds.
As if by staying silent, they could escape its wrath.
Would that work?
The answer was obvious.
That glowing sun-like radiance was like the hands of a doomsday clock, ticking closer to annihilation.
Wrapped in endless lightning, Kaiser Ghidorah advanced toward them.
Destruction was imminent.
The end was upon them.
And in the flickering flashes of lightning, the people saw—
The monster was here!
Its silhouette grew clearer.
Those with enhanced vision could now see the details of its scales, the currents of air surging from its wings as they cut through the storm.
Wherever it passed, flash floods crashed into riverbeds, swelling into tsunamis that consumed everything. The torrential rain and howling gales carried the floodwaters outward in every direction.
Massive trees snapped like twigs, their trunks wrenched into the sky by the hurricane, only to be obliterated by lightning that tore down from the clouds, blasting them apart and incinerating them into nothingness.
Tornadoes coiled beneath the black storm clouds, forming like the mythical dragons of old, drawing water from the earth and exhaling it into the heavens. These towering arms of devastation stretched downward, sweeping across the forests in a divine act of annihilation.
Buildings crumbled.
A bolt of lightning cleaved a skyscraper in two.
With a deafening crash, it collapsed into the roaring floodwaters below, its shattered remains swept away, dissolving into an endless surge that devoured the land in every direction.
It was as if the great floods of legend had returned.
Above the churning waters, Kaiser Ghidorah soared.
Three heads gazed down with unshaken arrogance.
The ten Ghidorah's Wings spread behind it like a celestial guard of apostles.
It looked like a god.
No—
It was a god.
The shelter would never withstand it.
Everyone in that moment realized the same terrifying truth.
No one moved. There was no point.
No matter how far they fled, they could never escape destruction.
Silence fell.
Humanity, the self-proclaimed rulers of this world, now cowered like frightened kittens.
Whether from cold or fear, people clung to one another, sharing the last remnants of warmth.
It was as if they had returned to the dawn of time, watching helplessly as mountains split apart before their eyes.
Confronted with a force that defied comprehension, they could do nothing.
They huddled together, praying for the storm to pass.
Humanity had believed it had conquered nature, that it would never again feel the helplessness of its ancestors from a hundred thousand years ago.
Reality proved them wrong.
They were all wrong.
The same despair, the same helplessness had come once more.
Kaiser Ghidorah was not of this world.
It was the fading embers of another planet, the remnant of a lost civilization.
And now, it would lead this world to its final end.
Encased in infinite lightning, Kaiser Ghidorah drew closer.
The people in the shelter could no longer bear to look.
As its figure grew clearer in the downpour, they shut their eyes.
Were they praying to their own gods?
Or were they praying to Kaiser?
No one could say.
The storm raged on.
The master of thunder, wind, and fire advanced upon the shelter.
The people closed their eyes, waiting for the end it would bring.
Rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Rumble—
The endless roar of thunder grew louder.
Time stretched on.
A minute passed.
Then two.
Then three… four…
Are we… still alive?
The pain they expected never came.
Someone hesitated, then cracked open an eye.
And she saw it.
Beyond the shelter.
Through the pouring rain.
The god of the apocalypse…
Had stopped.
And at the edge of the sea—
Standing against this god—
Was another god.
And then—
A blinding light tore through the storm.
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