Chapter 70
Three minutes. That little monster might not be able to beat Ultraman in that time.
But Godzilla? Godzilla could definitely tear apart this Chaos Titan.
I want that assault cannon too.
Godzilla tore away another triple-linked assault cannon from the Titan. The Chaos engine was starting to panic—if it lost another, it would be left almost weaponless.
Its shoulder-mounted missile racks spat fire again, but Godzilla didn't even flinch.
Tickles. Next time, if you want to scratch my itch, bring some friends. Stronger ones. A few Greater Daemons would do.
At this point, unless a dozen monsters showed up at once, none could truly challenge Godzilla.
Another swipe of his claw, and the Titan's second assault cannon was ripped away. Its arms—its main weapons—were now ruined. No Titan could fight at half strength without its arms. Even a Primarch crippled like this would be helpless.
"So handsome."
For the first time in his life, a Tech-Priest thought flesh and blood could be… magnificent. If he somehow survived this war, maybe he'd see if the body he discarded in his last round of augmetics was still around. Perhaps he could try being flesh again. Though most of it had probably rotted away by now.
"For an alien beast, that is… worthy of praise. But come, Tech-Priest—we still have work to do."
The Space Wolves also gave Godzilla their respect, but they did not forget their mission.
As for the Chaos God-Machine? With its arms torn off, it was only a matter of time before Godzilla broke it completely. A few minutes, at most.
"Advance. Prepare to detonate the planet."
"Is that your goal?"
A woman's voice suddenly cut in, making everyone snap to alert. A small psychic portal shimmered open among them, unnoticed until now—even by the Inquisition psykers who were trained to detect such things. Bolters, power swords, and psy-cannons were instantly raised.
From the portal stepped… not a daemon, but Captain Wade and his crew.
"Easy, my countrymen. Keep your weapons down."
After more than twenty years, Captain Wade had returned to the Imperium.
"Identify yourself," a Space Wolf growled.
"Wade Smith," he answered firmly. "Former captain of the Solar Auxilia, now captain of the starship Genesis. I salute the sons of Russ."
The Space Wolves eyed him suspiciously.
"Nonsense. The Solar Auxilia? That was ten thousand years ago!"
"Ten… thousand?" Wade's eyes went wide.
"Wait—this isn't the 30th Millennium Imperial Calendar?"
"It's the end of the 41st Millennium."
"What? My crew and I… have we been trapped in the Warp for ten thousand years?!"
The Wolves growled, but before they could act, an Inquisitor raised a hand to lower their weapons.
"You claim to come from the 30th Millennium. Do you have proof?"
"Proof? What proof could I give?" Wade snapped. "Proof that I'm loyal to the Emperor? Proof that I'm not the enemy? Look there!"
He pointed to the Chaos Titan, still being ripped apart beneath Godzilla's claws.
"Isn't the enemy of the Emperor right before your eyes? And yet you ask me for evidence? I cannot prove it!"
Of course, his records were long gone—his name erased from the endless archives as "Killed in Action" millennia ago.
"But I am willing to prove myself with sacrifice! Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Imperium. Life is the Emperor's currency. If need be, I will offer my death to show my loyalty!"
He drew a dagger—the last weapon of a warrior—and raised it toward what might have been Terra itself.
"I, Wade Smith, devote my life to the Emperor's will!"
He plunged the dagger toward his neck—
—but before steel met flesh, Godzilla roared.
The Chaos Titan collapsed under his foot, shaking the battlefield like a heartbeat. The ground split, the sky echoed with thunder. Only in the presence of a Titan could one truly understand despair—and Godzilla had just crushed it like nothing.
The quake jolted Wade's arm, and his strike missed.
A female Inquisitor seized the moment, dashing forward to grab his dagger. The blade cut her hand, but she ignored the pain.
"You are right," she said coldly. "You don't deserve to die here. Wade Smith, that starship that landed—is it yours?"
"Yes."
"What era are you from?"
"I… I don't know. We were lost in the Warp. My unit fought alongside the Ultramarines, before the Word Bearers betrayed us!"
The Space Wolves stirred—Word Bearers. Their Legion had fought them too, in that age.
"I can sense truth in his words," the Inquisitor said, revealing herself as a psyker.
"Then who opened the portal?"
"I did."
Isis stepped gracefully from the warp-gate.
"First meeting," she said with a smile. "I am Isis, the chosen speaker of my god—Godzilla."
The Imperials tensed at her alien form, but the Inquisitor did not move.
"What is this… Godzilla?"
"Ah," Isis purred, her tail lazily brushing against the bound Death Cult assassin beside her. "Surely you people of Holy Terra understand his origins better than I do."
"I do not understand you."
"Your Emperor does." Isis's smile widened. "He and my god are old acquaintances."
"!!!"
The words stunned the chamber. Godzilla… and the Emperor of Mankind? Old acquaintances?!
The Inquisitor drew a long, steady breath.
"So that explains the strange orders issued from the Palace these past months."
"You mean the command not to provoke Godzilla?"
"If the Emperor himself issued it, then…"
If the Emperor were present, he might have struck the man down on the spot.
But Isis only laughed.
"If the Emperor knows Godzilla, then it all makes sense."
"But the Emperor has always declared: all xenos are enemies of Mankind."
"True," Isis said lightly. "Just as the Imperium claims there are no abhumans within it."
"That's different! Ogryns are sanctioned abhumans!"
"How convenient," she smirked, tossing her hair and planting a hand on her hip. Her figure seemed to glow with smug pride.
"Because I, too… am abhuman."
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