Chapter 18:
Godzilla didn't need to lift a claw.
The Lizardmen—riding their colossal reptilian war-beasts—smashed the Tau lines to pieces. Their raw physical power was enough to make even Khorne raise an eyebrow.
Godzilla merely walked among them, a living god amid his followers, as wave after wave of scaled juggernauts crashed into the Tau's perimeter.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
The Fire Caste commander fired until his ion rifle began to overheat. He finally managed to blast apart the skull of a six-meter lizard, but by then, the line was already broken.
Even the main battlefront—anchored by XV8 Crisis Suits—had buckled under the beasts' relentless assault.
"Where's our firepower?! Get me support!"
From the rear, the towering XV88 Broadside suits opened fire.
Equipped with heavy rail rifles and advanced missile arrays, the Broadsides rained down destruction. Salvos of seeker missiles and kinetic projectiles hammered the battlefield, halting the tide—briefly.
At the center of the formation, the KV139 Stormsurge suits finally came online.
Standing sixteen meters tall, the Stormsurge was one of the Tau Empire's largest and most powerful battlesuits—double the height of the older KV128 variant. The Empire might've called it a "Titan-killer," but compared to the God-Machines of the Imperium or the Brood Behemoths of the Tyranids, it was a child with oversized toys.
The pulse blast cannons mounted on their shoulders swung into position, locking onto the biggest incoming Lizard-beasts. Energy charged and condensed—before white-hot beams slammed into their targets.
But the monsters didn't fall. Their hides shimmered with searing light, but they kept coming.
Around them, Tau vehicles added their firepower. Hammerheads, Devilfish, Skyrays—an entire armored battalion lit up the jungle.
"Wow. Pulse rays, Piranhas, Hammerheads, Skyrays, Devilfish... it's like a Hammer player dumped his entire vehicle tray on the table," Godzilla mused.
He almost looked impressed—until one of the giant lizards plowed through five tanks in a row, flipping them like toys. Missile pods and plasma bursts raked its hide but didn't slow it down.
"It's Warhammer 40K," Godzilla thought. "But everyone's playing like it's Warhammer Fantasy."
And how did you play Fantasy Warhammer?
Giant monsters. Crashing into each other. Again and again. That's it. That's the whole plan.
Above the battlefield, several Tau Manta-class gunships arrived and began hammering the surface with their shipboard weapons.
These weren't just transports—they were flying fortresses.
Massive plasma blasts and high-explosive payloads rained down, tearing bloody craters in the advancing monsters. One beast stumbled, opened its mouth wide, and vomited a wave of flame back at the skies in fury.
Godzilla watched that one for a moment, then nodded.
"Yep. That one's mine. Can't sit out the play when my kids are on stage."
More Tau reinforcements descended from orbit—dozens of gunships and armored transports, most shaped like manta rays, began disgorging Fire Caste troops into the fray. Combined with the orbital fire support, the battlefield turned into a wall of death.
Even a Space Marine company would think twice about charging through it.
Godzilla didn't.
As soon as he stepped forward, thousands of Tau soldiers turned their eyes to him.
And then came the whispered name, like a curse or a prayer:
"For the Greater Good… that's him. That's Godzilla."
The Fire Caste commander didn't hesitate.
"All Manta gunships and Titan-class units—focus fire on that target!"
Above, gunships pivoted, aiming their entire payloads at a single enemy.
Below, the Stormsurge suits reoriented their weapons.
Godzilla stood tall, unwavering.
"If you want to kill me, you'd better bring a macro cannon. Or at least a cyclone torpedo."
[Macro cannon might not kill you,] a voice in his head offered. But it'd mess you up real good. Forget the cyclone torpedo—thing's bigger than you are.
The Tau didn't know that. They believed in the strength of their weapons.
"Fire!!"
And they did.
Each Manta unleashed its full payload: dual heavy railguns, six ion accelerators, multiple smart missile pods, seeker missiles, and no less than sixteen rapid-fire pulse cannons.
At least five Mantas were firing at once.
On the ground, the Stormsurge suits followed suit—pulse arrays and tri-barrel ion cannons flared, chests opening up to reveal entire missile racks that launched in synchronized waves.
Explosions blanketed the field. Fire engulfed Godzilla.
It looked like the mountain itself had been obliterated.
"That kind of firepower should've turned him into ash…"
But through the smoke and fire, something stirred.
And then—he stepped out.
Godzilla emerged from the inferno, his hide glowing faintly from the heat, his pace undeterred. The guns still fired, still tried to pierce his hide—but they were no longer slowing him.
"This is nothing," Godzilla thought. "Compared to the main batteries on an Imperial cruiser, these are nerf guns. Ten or twelve proper starship volleys? Sure, that could do it. But a few gunboats? Please."
[Want to go bigger? Try getting hit by a dozen Blackstone Fortresses. That'll do it.]
"What, you want me dead that bad?"
The Blackstone Fortress—essentially a pocket death star. No match for the Phalanx in a one-on-one fight, sure—but if the Phalanx saw two Blackstones headed its way, it would definitely back off.
Who else could survive that? The Chaos Gods? Maybe Gork and Mork?
Back on the battlefield, the gunships had gone silent. Their weapon systems overheated. The Stormsurge suits' reactors began to cycle down. Their firepower had peaked—and still done nothing.
"You're done."
Godzilla's dorsal fins began to glow—first faintly, then with blinding intensity. Even without enhanced optics, anyone could see the buildup of catastrophic energy.
"I think the Imperium had some kind of mega-artillery… Krieg, maybe? What was it called?"
[You're asking me?]
"Never mind. I'll run into it eventually."
The beam charged in his throat reached critical mass. Then—he unleashed it.
A blinding blue ray ripped through the air, vaporizing a Stormsurge suit before it could even move. The next one lost its upper half entirely.
Tau Titan units disappeared in a wave of searing destruction.
All that remained were two smoldering legs.
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