Chapter 20:
The Tau ground forces were annihilated.
Scattered squads had long since been wiped out. The last major strongpoints had fallen. Even if a few soldiers were still alive somewhere, they wouldn't last long in a biome as hostile as this—comparable, in brutality, to the death world jungles of Catachan.
Everything here—everything—was alive with the same terrifying biology.
The trees, the moss, even the microscopic life in the soil... were all composed of Godzilla's cells.
The King of Monsters crushed the final fleeing Tau gunship underfoot, then scanned the surroundings.
"That should just about do it. So where's the main force? Are they finally coming down?"
[They are.]
From the upper atmosphere, Protector-class cruisers began descending through the cloud cover.
Under normal conditions, such capital ships never entered a planet's gravity well—too large, too precious. But this was no normal campaign.
The Protector cruisers dropped one by one through the stratosphere. A few whose engines had failed were forced to ditch—slamming into oceans and using their deflector shields and hull integrity to absorb the crash.
Even then, most of those ships would never fly again.
"For the Greater Good!"
On the command bridge of one of the descending warships, the Wind Caste commander watched with fury as Tau positions burned and Lizardmen looted the battlefield below.
"How dare these primitive savages assault the noble warriors of the Tau Empire! Commander Aurora is dead—most of her command destroyed! These beasts must be punished!"
"Shall we initiate orbital bombardment to secure a landing zone, Commander?"
"Not yet. Hold position."
He was still waiting for the Drukhari cruiser to reveal itself. But before that happened, his optics locked onto something else.
Something massive.
A 50-meter-tall creature moving through the treetops like a walking mountain of muscle and menace.
"What... is that?"
"Scanning now. The organism is over 50 meters tall. High-energy signatures detected within its core. Commander—it's larger than any Tyranid bioform on record."
The Wind Caste commander narrowed his eyes.
"Hmph. Size alone means nothing. This mothership is orders of magnitude larger. Beasts like that might threaten a battlefield—but they cannot threaten galactic power."
"Should we open fire?"
"Negative. Not until—"
He was cut off.
Godzilla's mouth opened—and a beam of raw nuclear energy lanced up from the jungle and slammed into the cruiser's deflector shield. The energy rippled harmlessly across the invisible barrier, but the impact churned the air and sent shockwaves into the sky.
"Tch. That didn't break through."
[Of course not. It's a mainline Tau capital ship. Second-gen Godzilla can't breach a shield of this class with a single shot. And FYI? You're not getting through a city-scale void shield either.]
"Man, if I could punch through a city-scale void shield, I'd be on my way to Holy Terra by now."
Godzilla backed down. He wasn't arrogant. He knew his limits. If the shell couldn't be cracked, that was fine—he'd just rattle it.
The Tau, predictably, took it as a challenge.
"Commander—we've taken a direct energy hit. Output was equivalent to a cruiser-class main gun. Shields are holding, but degradation is accelerating."
"He fired first?!"
The Wind Caste commander's face twisted in outrage.
"Target that beast. Portside batteries—lock on and fire!"
The mothership rotated slightly, exposing its full array of port turrets. Massive railguns swiveled into position—then thundered.
Streaks of lightning carved across the sky. Three projectiles found their mark.
Blood sprayed from Godzilla's torso.
Two shots hit his chest, puncturing the thick armored scales and embedding deep into muscle—but missing vital organs. The third tore through his shoulder, splitting flesh and drawing a visible stream of blood.
"OW! Damn it—that hurt!"
[Of course it did. Even ceramite plating doesn't tank Tau capital guns, and you're mostly meat and bone.]
"I thought the T'au were weak nerds?"
[You said you wanted to go back to Earth like five chapters ago. Forget already how bad it gets out here?]
Godzilla grumbled. The T'au may lose battles—but their technology was nothing to laugh at. Few factions could trade blows with the Imperium in regional conflicts. The Tau were one of them.
"Okay fine. The Tau are strong. Scary strong. What do I do against this?"
[This is Warhammer, my guy. You do what everyone else does.]
"What's that?"
[You jump them.]
As if on cue, an explosion bloomed in the distance—far from the main battle zone.
A Protector-class cruiser tilted in midair, engines failing.
It had been boarded.
Lizardmen had somehow infiltrated the ship—right to the engine block.
Thoros, the God-Blessed Champion, was already inside. He swung a stone-shod war club and sent a Fire Caste warrior flying down the corridor, cratering the bulkhead wall.
Even standing beside the ship's reactor, Thoros didn't hesitate. Other Lizardmen followed, smashing fragile T'au systems with brutal efficiency.
No engineer could fix this.
Then came a flash of white light—and the team vanished.
"Next."
Isis, the Lizardmen priestess, extended her hand and cast another warp-born teleportation spell.
A fresh strike team rematerialized inside another Tau cruiser's engine room.
The Fire Warriors were ready this time. But it didn't matter.
Thoros surged forward, swinging with the force of a wrecking ball. Ion fire slammed into him from all directions—but the beams only scorched his armor. He hadn't felt pain in centuries.
His most recent wound had been dealt by Isis herself. That had been 300 years ago.
Now?
He was the hammer of the gods.
In under five minutes, the engine room was a charnel house.
Then Thoros brought his weapon down on the reactor core.
The ship's systems surged—then failed.
Another Protector cruiser began to fall from the sky.
On the command deck of the first mothership, panic took root.
"Status report!"
"Commander, we've been boarded!"
"Boarded?! That's impossible! We have no ground troops in proximity—wait… teleportation?!"
The Tau had seen Imperial teleportation tech before—short-range, dependent on beacons.
This?
This was something else.
Forces materializing directly into the engine block? No precursors, no markers, no warning?
This wasn't tech.
This was power—on par with the warp-spawned abilities of a Great Daemon of Tzeentch… or the cold, cruel sciences of the Necrons.
Whatever it was, it was beyond the Tau.
And it had just landed on their heads.
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