Chapter 19:
The Fire Caste commander was on the verge of a breakdown.
"That thing—it's invulnerable! Nothing hits it!"
The Tau ground firepower was formidable—he'd stake his life on that. Against a Tyranid swarm, this position could hold for hours, if not days. But today? It had been overrun in minutes.
And Godzilla hadn't even paused. He was still marching forward, carving a path through overlapping beam fire, missile salvos, and railgun strikes as if they were nothing more than sparks.
"Where are our heavy gunships?! We need high-caliber support—now!"
"There's nothing left! All armor assets are committed. We've lost contact with the fleet, and the orbital ships can't lock onto ground targets!"
"Send a gunboat—get through to the fleet! We need a Protector-class cruiser in low orbit to provide aerial fire support or we're finished down here!"
But even as he shouted, more Lizardmen erupted from the treeline.
The front line—already shattered by the rampaging beasts—crumbled completely as infantry swarmed through the gaps.
"Oh come on! Do they ever stop!?"
First it was titanic monsters cracking the line, now it was coordinated infantry assaults. The commander knew what came next.
And sure enough, a second later, arcing trails of fire erupted from the jungle.
Incendiary bolts, molten plasma, and something else—something toxic—rained down into the Tau fortifications, triggering a chain of explosions.
Within seconds, the entire position became a blazing hellscape. Chemical smoke and radioactive fallout drifted through the air, even penetrating the Fire Caste's sealed armor.
The commander snapped his helmet on.
Everyone knew what that meant in Warhammer 40K.
The protagonist aura just got shut off.
No sooner had the helmet sealed than a Lizardman warrior—mounted on a snarling war-beast—barreled through the smoke.
The commander's XV8 Crisis Suit flared its jets, barely leaping out of the beast's snapping jaws. But the rider's spear punched straight through the armor plating on his chest.
"AAARGHH!"
He screamed, raising his ion rifle and emptying the magazine into the warrior's torso. The Lizardman didn't even flinch. With a bellow, he slammed the commander into a rear munitions crate.
BOOM—!
The crate exploded in a flash of fire.
When the flames cleared, the Lizardman warrior emerged.
He held his spear high—and impaled on it was the decapitated head of the Fire Caste commander. Blood streamed down the shaft, soaking his back as he roared his war cry to the heavens.
Now it looked like Warhammer.
Above the battlefield, the sky lit up with another wave of blue beams.
Radiation breath raked the heavens—Godzilla had fired again.
Two massive pulses obliterated what remained of the Tau air support. The surviving Manta gunships disintegrated in midair, while the ground-based Titan units had already been reduced to slag.
All that remained for the Lizardmen was clean-up duty.
"That's it," Godzilla thought. "The fight's over."
[Not quite. Time for the next act.]
"What act?"
[The Dark Eldar fleet just drove the Tau out of orbit.]
"…What."
Far above the atmosphere, the Tau fleet was still trying to reorganize.
They had lost communication with the ground. Their next move was unclear.
That's when a Torment-class cruiser of the Dark Eldar slipped silently into position.
Dark Eldar ships all shared the same aesthetic—long, blade-shaped hulls like stylized spearheads. Their only distinguishing features were color and subtle variations in form.
This one was nearly invisible to Tau sensors.
Thanks to its Shadowfield Projectors and Mimic Engines, not even Imperial psykers could detect it. Only the Tyranids or Necrons had senses sharp enough to perceive the hunters of Commorragh.
Inside the ship, the Archon of the raiding party sat comfortably on his throne, idly spinning a curved dagger in his hand. He'd been dispatched in response to a distress call—but the sight of the bloated Tau fleet ahead brought a rare smile to his lips.
"Aron's children. The pitiful fisherfolk."
He laughed, sharp and cold.
"It seems we'll meet our slave quota early."
He stood up, dagger gleaming.
"My warriors have grown bored in the shadows. Let them feed. I offer the agony of these blue-skinned mongrels to Khaine."
He raised his voice to the crew.
"Full speed! Target their propulsion systems. Once they panic—board them. Kill a third. The rest? Shackles."
"Blood for the Bloody-Handed God!"
The cruiser moved like a shadow through space, still unseen.
Dark Eldar ships had notoriously weak armor, but their firepower? Catastrophic. Even a single cruiser carried enough firepower to challenge a battleship—if it struck first.
And this one did.
The Tau fleet was focused on the planet—easy prey.
Without warning, a Guardian-class mothership was struck broadside. Its engines failed instantly, sending the vessel into a slow death spiral.
"Where did that come from?!"
"I don't know! Sensors show nothing!"
"It's the Dark Eldar!"
The Wind Caste commander's voice cut through the panic.
Only the Drukhari had stealth technology this advanced. Everyone knew it. Everyone feared it.
Another strike followed. A Protector-class cruiser was pierced through its stern, its deflector shields collapsing. The ship froze in space, helpless.
Etherials watching from the command bridge went pale.
"The Drukhari are not just raiders. They are executioners. One of our envoys once tried to negotiate with them. They strung him up on the prow of their warship. The screams lasted for days…"
"We have to make a decision," a sub-commander urged. "We can't track them. We can't hit them. If we stay here—we die."
The Wind Caste commander didn't hesitate.
"Enter the atmosphere."
"But—what about our damaged ships?"
"If they stay in orbit, they'll be flayed alive. A crash landing on the surface gives them a fighting chance."
Harsh. But true.
The commander gave the order.
And far above, the Chaos Gods took notice.
Their eyes turned toward the world below—the one the mortals had begun calling Godzilla.
Even Gork and Mork—gods of the Orks—cast their attention to the surface.
Maybe, just maybe…
They thought this thing was WAAAGH! enough.
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