Chapter 77
What started as Slaanesh's celebration quickly turned into a slaughter—for the Imperium and the Lizardfolk alike.
Against traitors and Chaos worshippers, even the Astra Militarum could fight ten to one. The prison descended into carnage, the blood of heretics flowing as the truest offering of loyalty to the Emperor.
At some point, the Cursed Legion had vanished. Their mission was complete, and they slipped away into the shadows of this prison world.
But as more heretics died, the Warp-taint thickened, saturating the air.
This time, though, it wasn't daemons.
Isis's body was drenched in blood, her appearance twisted into something both frenzied and alluring. But her mind remained sharp—she knew exactly what she was doing.
And then, the important change came.
As the slaughter unfolded, streams of souls began pouring into Godzilla's massive frame. His body stirred with strange new changes.
'Hey, I keep forgetting to ask—if I unlock Diablo Form, does it cancel the abilities of my previous forms?'
[No. Skills stack. Each form adds on top of the previous ones, and you can adjust traits between forms. Think of the form as a skin.]
[In the future, you'll even gain the ability to spawn Godzilla subspecies. That's not available yet.]
In Godzilla's mind's eye, he imagined the battlefield filled with multiple Godzillas at once.
'Got it.'
He waited for the ritual to finish, all the while sensing the changes deep inside him—especially in his eyes.
[Mission complete.]
[Reward: Diablo Godzilla.]
When he opened his eyes again, his once-predatory pupils were gone. Now they glowed pure white.
Dead, empty eyes that pierced beyond the material, showing him things mortal creatures could never perceive. Godzilla could now see the twisted currents of the Warp itself bleeding into realspace.
'This is… weird.'
He turned his gaze around. Souls shimmered in color all around him.
'Wait, did I just gain psychic powers?'
[If you had psychic powers on that level, the Emperor himself would hand you the Golden Throne. Don't get ahead of yourself.]
'Fair enough.'
Good point. If Godzilla had psychic might anywhere close to the Emperor's, the old man really might drag him onto the Golden Throne. Whether or not Godzilla could even fit was another problem… though, honestly, the Emperor could probably retrofit the throne if needed.
He was a relic from the Dark Age of Technology after all. It wasn't that he couldn't rebuild such wonders—just that he chose not to.
"Lord Isis," one of her followers spoke up, "your god seems… changed."
"There's no need to question it."
Isis knelt, lowering her head. "The will of my god has its own path. Surprises or not, we've arrived in the Cadia sector. That is enough."
"Then our task is clear. Break through Slaanesh's fleet and make for Cadia."
In Warhammer's galaxy, the gulf between worlds was meaningless—close enough to be next door.
"Slaanesh's fleet?" Isis raised her head, smiling faintly.
"Are you blind? Do you really think they'd dare remain?"
"…What?"
Captain Wade hadn't realized it, but the Slaaneshi ships were already fleeing. Countless shuttles lifted their cultists from the surface, while the rest dove into hastily opened Warp rifts.
Stay here? And let Godzilla crush them one by one? Only fools would try.
"It's time for us to go."
Isis rose and waved her hand.
"Retreat. Two hours—anyone still here dies with this planet."
"But… we haven't overloaded the prison systems yet."
"No need."
She ordered immediate withdrawal. Godzilla himself would do what Exterminatus could not—reduce this world to ashes.
The survivors of the Imperial commandos boarded the Genesis. Most of their comrades were gone, but greetings were unnecessary. Whether or not they remained loyal didn't matter—what mattered now was escape.
The Genesis's engines roared to life. Within minutes, the ship tore skyward.
On the surface, Godzilla stood alone.
His Diablo form had fully awakened, his body shifting into a darker, more terrifying silhouette. But none were left alive to witness it.
'Ahh… that feels good.'
He stretched, tail swaying lazily.
'Alright, they've all left. Time to clean up.'
The last cultists and daemons scurried about, but they weren't his concern. He gathered power all the same.
Nuclear fire surged within his chest, energy coursing into his dorsal fins and pooling at his maw. Blue-white light sparked between his teeth.
If the Imperium had been measuring his energy output now, they would've seen something beyond their worst weapons. Even a Cyclonic Torpedo couldn't compare.
The Inquisition had failed to cleanse this planet.
Godzilla would do it for them.
He lowered his head, aimed deep into the planet's heart, and unleashed his breath.
BOOM!
The beam drilled into the world's core, tearing through mantle and crust alike. Quakes ripped the surface apart, the ground splitting into jagged chasms.
Volcanoes erupted, their magma once meant to fuel the prison now turned into a death flood, drowning cultists and daemons alike.
But it was hopeless.
The energy reached the core, setting off violent chain reactions. The ancient planet itself groaned, cracking open as rivers of lava bled across its surface. From orbit, its instability was plain to see.
"Lord Isis… is your god truly safe?" Captain Wade asked nervously, eyes on the sensors.
"Don't trouble yourself," Isis replied coolly. "All we need to do is watch."
She knew Godzilla's nature well. When it was time to act, he would act. When it was time to put on a show—then everyone else could only stand back and watch.
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