Chapter 6
Some might ask: does Godzilla really have what it takes to make the Great Devourer afraid?
We're talking about the Tyranids here. In a universe already saturated with tragedy and despair, they're one of the few entities that can trouble even the Necrons and the daemons of Chaos.
The Tyranids' shadow across the Warp renders daemons uneasy. Their soulless, mindless units offer no emotions to feed on, no corruption to spread, no interest in Chaos at all. Meanwhile, the advanced technology of the Necrons, for all its power, can't keep pace with the relentless numbers of the Tyranid swarm. One by one, Necron bodies fall, and the cost of battle slowly drains even the undying.
The Great Devourer is a force-of-nature level threat. Some say the Tyranid hive fleets are merely microbial fragments drifting from its true body.
That might just be a rumor.
But regardless, even the fragments are enough to consume entire galactic sectors.
However.
There really is a Godzilla greater than the Great Devourer. He stands at the peak of all kaiju power—a being so immense, he exists only as a background-tier concept in his own canon.
Singularity Godzilla.
His lore ends in a single, inevitable conclusion:
Singularity Godzilla appears. The universe shatters. The end.
The moment Godzilla activated the "Godzilla Full-Form Experience Card (One Hour)", a projection of him appeared in the Warp—so vast it eclipsed even the galactic plane, stretching beyond dimensions.
Every daemon recoiled in fear. Even the four Chaos Gods, those cosmic horrors who casually warp reality, were hit full-force by the pressure of his existence.
Khorne looked up and was immediately knocked unconscious on his Brass Throne.
Tzeentch scanned the future and saw only a single timeline: the one where Godzilla ends everything.
Slaanesh convulsed on their throne, their form twisting uncontrollably until they took on the shape of Godzilla, lost in ecstatic awe.
In Nurgle's garden, every daemon silently bowed toward the projection, overcome by instinctive reverence. Even Nurgle himself looked upon Godzilla not as a rival, but as a father.
For the next hour, every daemon's connection to the Materium was severed. No summoning. No whispers. No Warp rituals. It was like someone had unplugged reality itself.
On Terra, within the throne room of the Imperium, something impossible happened.
The Emperor stood up.
His corpse-like body, drained by ten thousand years of Warp resistance, regenerated within seconds.
And strangely, no daemons surged from the Webway gate beneath the throne.
Perhaps that's why the Emperor chose this moment.
The Adeptus Custodes stationed around the Golden Throne were stunned.
"Holy Lord, you—you stood up?!"
And in that most sacred of moments, the first words spoken by humanity's greatest psyker in ten thousand years were:
"Don't mess with Godzilla."
The Custodes had no words. Just question marks.
And really, for the remaining fifty-nine minutes, nothing else mattered. He'd said the most important thing.
The genestealer had just finished injecting Godzilla's cells into the green biomass of the brood chamber. Its claws withdrew from the thick liquid.
Then—pop.
Its head exploded.
Before the rest of the hive mind could react, Tyranid units everywhere began dropping. One by one, the synaptic centers of the swarm—warriors, ravagers, even the hive guards—detonated like rotten fruit.
Cato Sicarius watched the extermination of an entire hive fleet in under a minute, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
"Your Majesty, God-Emperor... what's happening?"
He didn't need an answer. The same event was playing out across the galaxy. Tyranid swarms died by the millions every second. Warp shadows split open. Hive ships went silent. The Great Devourer was bleeding.
Even the extragalactic tendrils of the swarm were collapsing. The Tyranid threat had, for the first time, truly recoiled.
Don't overdo it. This card is meant to give you a taste of Godzilla's full power—not to let you 100% clear the setting in one hour.
I haven't even killed the Great Devourer yet.
If you do, how would the story continue? You've made your point. The Devourer gets it. It won't push its luck again.
Tch. You give me a one-hour experience card and won't even let me enjoy it properly.
You're already having a great time. The damage you dealt to the Great Devourer is more than what the Necrons have managed across centuries. And you also hard-reset the Four Chaos Gods. They're all cut off now. The Golden Throne's got a full hour of peace.
I still didn't get to finish off the big one. You're stingy. Just a little more time. A tiny bit more.
For someone so massive, Godzilla was now sticking his tongue out mentally at the system like a sulking kid.
The planet was now clear of Tyranids. The Milky Way itself would be free of them—for a while, at least. The genestealer hybrid that escaped earlier didn't even survive.
The aftershock of that one-hour rampage reached even the Ork empires, the Ecclesiarchy tribunals, and Tau expansion fleets. Panic, confusion, disorder—peace.
This might be the calmest hour the galaxy has had in ten thousand years.
And Godzilla could still wipe it all out in seconds, if he felt like it.
By the way, can I leave a Singularity projection in the Warp to help me fight off daemons later?
Technically possible. But you probably shouldn't.
Why not?
Because this one-hour form is meant for emergency protection. If you leave anything behind, future Godzilla time travelers might not get the same benefit.
Godzilla fell silent.
If they evolve into Singularity Godzilla, they might show up and beat you down for using up their future perks. In a group. Mercilessly.
Fine, fine. I won't mess with the next generation's blessings. I'll stop here. I could crush the Great Devourer, the Chaos Gods, and even that guy on the throne with a single thought. I'm being *very* considerate.
Yes, yes, very considerate.
So give me something in return.
What do you want?
Give me a new Godzilla form. I'm not asking much. Just let me choose between Snow Godzilla and Hell Godzilla.
Second-generation Godzilla.
Huh?
Second-generation Godzilla.
You're so stingy, Legendary Godzilla HQ.
Second-generation form. Take it or go back to using first-gen.
Okay, okay! I'll take it, I'll take it.
What Godzilla didn't know was that the moment he used the one-hour experience card, both Hell Godzilla and Singularity Godzilla had silently begun passively protecting him in the background. The most terrifying elements of the Warhammer 40K universe had temporarily disappeared.
He could now continue his journey through this world in a far safer environment.
And for once, the galaxy was safe too.
At least from him.