Chapter 11
What was Godzilla doing, exactly?
Patrolling his planet. Pacing the soil he had claimed with tooth and claw.
But his mind was elsewhere.
'System,' he asked. 'How am I supposed to leave this planet?'
This was Warhammer 40,000, after all—a setting of stars and endless war. Godzilla couldn't stay confined to one world forever. Eventually, he'd need a path into the broader galaxy. But first, he needed points. Enough of them.
The System replied:
[There's a Webway gate.]
Godzilla paused mid-step.
'Wait, what? A Webway gate? Are you serious?'
He was stunned. The System had actually brought that into play.
The Webway: an ancient transit network, predating even the Eldar. Built by the long-forgotten Old Ones, it wove through realspace like ghost veins—connecting forgotten tomb worlds, shattered Craftworlds, and daemon-infested ruins.
And now one was here.
Godzilla had to admit: GW's lore decisions could be unhinged at times, but this? This was classic.
'So… wait,' he asked, 'is there a risk demons will crawl out of it?'
[Maybe. If the gate on the other end is compromised—say, overrun by Chaos—then yeah, daemons could come through. But honestly? More likely it's Eldar or Dark Eldar traffic.]
'Alright. I'll drop some foreshadowing. Just in case the black bean sprouts or the white bean sprouts show up later and someone accuses us of retroactive canon breaking. GW taught you well.'
[What did I learn from GW?]
'Two things they never get right: retcons and math.'
Godzilla sighed. The lore of Warhammer 40K was gloriously messy. Full of drama and cosmic horror. But nevermathematically sound.
[Anyway, the Tau have arrived. Your second mission is ready.]
'Hit me with it. I need points. Last time I got 10, then the Tyranids flipped the whole damn table.'
[Mission: "Godzilla's Grand Strategy!"]
[Objective: The Tau's "Greater Good" philosophy promotes diplomacy and peaceful expansion. But the Lizardmen of this world serve only one truth—Godzilla's. Sooner or later, ideological conflict is inevitable. Only one will remain.]
[Rewards: Destroy the Tau vanguard—50 points. Eliminate the Tau reinforcement fleet—140 points.]
Godzilla squinted.
'140? That's oddly specific. You sure you didn't get your math from GW?'
Still, the objectives were clear. The System wanted him to push back against the Tau.
'The Greater Good... it's a fine idea. Noble, even. But this is Warhammer. Ideals don't survive here.'
In the grim darkness of the far future, the immature die screaming.
'I believe in physics. In chemistry. In reality. That's the only "truth" worth trusting.'
[If the Emperor heard you, he'd probably start crying.]
He already was.
Far across the galaxy, the Emperor of Mankind—bound to the Golden Throne—shed an astral tear, sensing the arrival of a nuclear-blooded nightmare that shouldn't exist. A being born of 21st-century fiction, now walking the stars.
And worst of all… it was the Godzilla. The hard-to-kill, city-leveling version.
If the Ecclesiarchy ever laid eyes on him, the entire Imperium might burn itself down in reverence.
'Alright then,' Godzilla growled. 'The Grand Crusade begins. Let's do this. YES! YES!!'
[Why do you sound like a horned rat?]
He ignored the jab.
He turned and began marching toward the temple—the one where the Tau had just been invited. His steps shook the ground. A storm was coming.
Meanwhile, deep within the temple...
The Tau delegation followed their towering lizard escorts into the inner sanctum.
When they laid eyes on the priestess, they froze.
"Human?" someone whispered. "No… not quite."
Priestess Isis resembled a human woman at first glance—until you saw the scaled arms, the faint shimmer of skin not fully flesh, the sinuous tail that flicked lazily behind her robes.
She smiled. "No. Not human."
"You… understand us?" one of the Water Caste diplomats asked, astonished.
"Of course," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. "I am a servant of my god—Godzilla. Through his will, I have been granted the ability to commune with all life."
That name again.
"Godzilla?"
They'd never heard it before. But something about it felt familiar. As if it had been etched into their DNA.
"What… is Godzilla?"
She gestured to the murals lining the temple walls.
"Look around you. The story of my god is written here."
Lit by flickering torchlight, the carvings came to life—ancient, massive depictions of an upright kaiju-like figure surrounded by titanic beasts.
At his feet: the lizardmen. Around him: chaos.
"My god is one of the Titans. Born with this planet. He fought the other great beasts. One by one, they fell. And so he became King of the Titans."
A mythos. A god-pantheon.
One envoy murmured, "So… he's big, then?"
"Very big," she said with a chuckle. "And his enemies were bigger still."
She pointed to the ceiling.
There, in the center of a massive mural, was a golden beast—its body shining with cosmic power, its three heads roaring in fury.
"Ghidorah. The eternal nemesis of Godzilla."
Even though they'd never seen it before, the Tau felt it: a wave of dread, instinctive and primal. A fear buried deep in every living thing.
"I see..." the envoy said.
They were beginning to understand what kind of world this was. What kind of power these lizardmen revered.
"We Tau respect your history," the diplomat offered. "And your god is... formidable. But perhaps we can work together. Our technology could help your people. We could build something together."
Isis shook her head gently.
"We need no gifts. We need only Godzilla."
The Tau were stunned.
They were offering knowledge—starflight, agriculture, medicine. Centuries of progress. And these people refused it?
It was baffling. Even concerning.
"Perhaps we can revisit this discussion. This planet's environment is ideal—there's much potential here."
Isis's tone grew firm.
"Envoys of the Tau, I did not summon you here to compare our races, or to argue superiority. I brought you here to offer one simple piece of advice."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Do not make the mistake of coveting this world."
She had felt it. The momentary flicker in their minds—the temptation. The desire to seize, to annex, to expand.
That thought was the divide between them.
And it would be the reason blood would soon be spilled.
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