Chapter 118
How hard is it to lift a Land Carrier?
Forget whether it's even possible—the sheer strain would normally tear the vehicle apart under its own weight.
But Godzilla's claws had already melted through the front armor and dug deep into its plating, giving him a firm enough grip.
And then, his performance began.
Normally, Godzilla's strength alone could never lift a super-heavy vehicle of this size. The Land Carrier's height was hundreds of meters; from the ground, only Planet Godzilla could have seen its deck properly.
Yet in this moment, Godzilla felt like he had returned to that hour of invincibility.
Well… maybe not fully. He was still only a weakened version of his complete form.
But still—he had unleashed enough of his subspace essence to accomplish the impossible.
The Iron Warriors stared in disbelief as a deep roar echoed through the carrier—the sound of its treads tearing free from the ground.
Land Carriers weren't designed to leave the ground. The thought had never even crossed their engineers' minds. Yet now, before their eyes, the machine's massive tracks sagged loose like dead skin.
"This… this is impossible. How can that beast lift a Land Carrier?!"
The Iron Warrior commander's voice cracked.
They were named for their iron resolve, yet in front of Godzilla, even steel seemed to melt.
The carrier's frame hadn't collapsed entirely—some sections had been built from alloys resistant to heat—but that hardly mattered. The monster was lifting it, little by little, with his claws and his will.
Eldar Farseers, Necron Overlords, even a Daemon Demi-God—all widened their eyes in shock.
"...Monster," whispered Vashtorr.
A daemon calling another being a monster was almost laughable.
"This is unreasonable. His mass, his strength—they shouldn't compare to a Land Carrier. This is impossible."
Even the Imperials who worshipped Godzilla couldn't believe what they were seeing.
He held the Land Carrier high overhead—a machine hundreds, maybe thousands of times his own size.
The sight was terrifying.
It was as if a single fragile fulcrum was holding up a mountain. Even bloodletters of Khorne paused, trembling, their rage overcome by fear. Some lesser daemons even howled, begging to retreat back into the Warp.
'Cool——!!!'
Godzilla beamed with pride, staring up at the massive tank above his head.
But the Iron Warriors weren't sharing his joy.
The vertical position of the carrier threw its crew into chaos. Warriors tumbled from the tilted decks, unable to keep their footing.
One unlucky traitor even plummeted straight onto Godzilla's snout. His corrupted armor immediately liquefied into molten iron, but somehow his flesh didn't vaporize on contact.
Perhaps it was the Dark Gods' protection. Or perhaps it was something else.
After all, this was the same warrior who had laughed earlier, boasting to his squadmates:
"If Godzilla wins, I'll return to Holy Terra myself and kneel before the tomb of Warsmith Dantioch to apologize!"
The rare humor of traitor Iron Warriors had rung out in laughter.
But in the 41st Millennium, such vows were dangerous. The gods listened.
Now, armor gone, body naked, the Iron Warrior stood face-to-face with Godzilla's burning eyes.
For a moment, Godzilla's mood improved.
'So the Iron Warriors' birds aren't that big either.'
Yes. That was what he chose to focus on.
With a shake of his head, Godzilla flicked the unlucky marine away. The traitor vanished before he even hit the ground. Perhaps he really did appear on Terra… no one could say.
But Godzilla wasn't done. He wanted to finish this properly.
Clutching the Land Carrier overhead, his jaws opened. Molten steel dripped down, silhouettes of its crew already reduced to ash.
All around, even hardened Imperial soldiers instinctively straightened in silent salute. Their respect for the King of Monsters was absolute.
Even Khorne's daemons hesitated. They stood still, waiting, because even their god—the Blood God himself, upon his brass throne—was watching this moment.
A crimson light built in Godzilla's throat. A heartbeat later, it erupted.
The beam lanced through the Land Carrier's prow, splitting it in half, then continued to carve straight through its entire length until it blasted out the tail.
The red light tore skyward, so bright it could be seen from orbit.
On Cadia—and even beyond into the stars—it shone like a lighthouse.
Abaddon gritted his teeth at the sight.
That devastating blast—the Red Lotus Atomic Breath—was supposed to be a rare trump card.
And yet, here Godzilla was, using it again.
"Calm down, calm down, Abaddon… you've already won strategically," he muttered. "He can't be everywhere at once. No matter how strong he is, he can't hold every front. Other Cadian cities have fallen. The hives have fallen. Godzilla can't save them all."
It was true. Abaddon's grand vision remained intact. Victory, though messy, was still within his grasp.
But when the shattered remains of the Land Carrier plummeted into the daemon hordes below, detonating in a blast that shook the battlefield, the Despoiler clenched his fists.
"Damn it! Who am I kidding?! As long as Godzilla lives—I can't win!"
Three Land Carriers lost. Even the Iron Warriors of old would have despaired at such a loss.
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