= Inquisitorial Report 5609-763 =
Acting Ordo – Xenos
Acting Inquisitor – Inquisitor Gordian Bolgia-Tymen
Detained Subject – Private Second Class Reinher Horstmen, 549th Mordian Iron Guard, "Azure Rifles"
Context of Interview – General Jalm Manheim of the 549th and other acting officers reported citing a "Red and Silver Giant", who appeared on the besieged world of Talvan's Reach, and completely routed the Ork WAAAGH under Warboss Wargo Git-Clubba.
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Gordian - "I just wish to speak to you and what you say. My colleagues and I wish to know what happened, Private Horstmen. Make sure nothing is afoot here."
Horstmen - "The Orks had us completely backed into a corner. The fortress' defenses were breached in the East and West quadrants. Their Gargants were too many, and we didn't have Titan support. We were pouring fire in every direction, tanks and everything we had."
Gordian - "By all accounts, your defense would've been a noble sacrifice for the Imperium."
Horstmen - "We were ready for it too, sir. Believe me, no Mordian would be found wanting war!"
Gordian - "Before the Giant appeared, were there any...things off? Anything in the sky, among your squad? Anything?"
Horstmen - "No. No, he just appeared, and annihilated every Ork he came across. Damn thing was throwing beams and energy stars that were slicing their scrap Titans apart piece by piece. Like a living guillotine."
Gordian - "And it destroyed the Gargants? Routed the Orks?"
Horstmen - "Completely. They couldn't even touch him. He just...put up some kinda barrier that reflected attacks."
Inquisitor Gordian is silent for a moment, is going through files and checking things, before speaking again.
Gordian - "Thank you, Private. We will go over everything, and release your Regiment back into service shortly."
END OF RECORDING
Final Thoughts - "The appearance and sightings of such giants has been going up drastically since the time of the Great Rift's opening, and I can only imagine how many are being seen and fought in Imperium Nihilius. These beings are most likely the same "Giants of Light" that the Emperor and his forces encountered throughout the Great Crusade, either helping us clear out Xenos, or protecting them. We cannot begin to understand their motives or why they pursue certain things, but the danger posed by these "Ultras" and their associated kin (Xeno subjects including "Zone", "Fire" and "Mirror") cannot be understated. They have a wide range of abilities that allow them to fight the largest Titans on equal terms, and can infiltrate with human hosts, risking contamination of the human form like what happens with Hrud slaves or Genestealer cults. We are calling forth any agents of the Ordo Monstrum to try and get information and data on as many of these Giants of Light as we can.
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Godzilla glared down the three remaining Titans, arrayed before in a staggered line, all of them now worn and battered from the constant fighting they had put him through. Godzilla was healed fully now, his body still surging and burning with bright blue nuclear energy and fire, as he grinned at them, his twin rows of teeth flashing a malevolent smile of pure joy. He could feel their apprehension. He was guessing that such machines were seen as indestructible, able to level whole cities. They did not expect he would come, tear down these "God-Machines", and show them fully what real power looked like.
Guilliman himself could not believe what he was seeing. Standing among his Victrix Guard and countless dead Chaos Cultists, Beastmen and Marines, the Primarch and those following him shocked and amazed a living creature could fight even one Titan on equal terms.
"Governor Saba, are you sure there is no record of that thing in your planetary records." Guilliman asked over the Vox channels, his voice tight and humorless. He had no time for anything.
"No sir! We've been pouring over every survey and ecological report sent to the Adminstratum!" She said, clearly in a panic. "I don't know what that thing is!"
Guilliman looked about the city, as Chaos Forces began to pull back and reposition themselves around the city. It seemed the bulk of their assault had been broken and shattered, and pulling back to keep their distance. It seemed as the gigantic monster had shattered the first Titan of Nurgle, the Loyalists had broken the central thrust of the Chaos forces, numerous dead Heretic Marines and shattered vehicles scattered all around, fires burning hot from the attacks by Lascanons, Heavy Meltas and Rocket Launchers.
Guilliman's mind was constantly at work as he tried to process this idea? Could his father have known what thing was, that was currently trying to rip off one of the arms of the Tzeentchian Titan? Why were the forces of Chaos so eager to strike the creature down and send its soul to the Warp? Whatever the case, he would keep providing support for it. Clearly, it was focused on Chaos. Whatever it was, the answers could wait until after they were driven off.
"My Lord, do we continue the assault?" Holden asked. "Our forces are exhausted. We need to resupply our tanks and artillery, and tend to the wounded."
Roboute turned, nodding to the Victrix Guard and Marshal Holden. "Do so, and then launch an attack on the Titans."
Holden and the other Imperial officers look to the Primarch like he was insane, the mortals quickly hiding it so as not to offend the Emperor's own son, but Holden simply shook his head slowly. "We haven't the fire power to go assaulting Titans. We need to focus on Chaos ground forces and pick our battles well."
"The main thrust of our enemies is with their three remaining Titans," Guilliman explained simply, as Godzilla slammed a foot into the Magnifica Loci and kicked it several yards away. "We destroy the traitor weapons, we break their most powerful weapon. Then they will have to reckon with us and the creature."
DeBarrik, one of the Arch-Magos in the ship above, spoke through the Vox channels. "Our Arc Mechanicus is clear, if you need us to deploy the Titan maniple, merely give the order, my lord."
"Thank you, Magos, but I will hold you in reserve," Guilliman said, clicking on the microbead. "We still have three Titans of the Traitor forces."
"And that beast." Kyornstein remarked, making a sound that would've been equivalent to clicking his tongue twice. "I'm no Biologius, but that thing is quite remarkable..."
"We will study only the samples we can safely retrieve, Arch-Magi," Roboute replied bluntly, knowing how obsessed Mechanicus Tech-Priests could get. "Do not get distracted from the overall plan, understand?"
DeBarrik seemed to deflate slightly. "Of course, Lord Commander. We will await your signal."
He turned back to the many armies of Space Marines, Guard and Sororitas. "We attack the Titans."
Garik and his squad were just one of many, looking to the Primarch, when his voice carried over the battlefield, assured and confident. He looked on in shock, before turning to the others. "With Lascanons and artillery? We need more firepower."
The Minthay sergeant scratched behind his ear, shaking his head slightly with an apprehensive look. "Orders are orders. Hopefully the big thing does the fighting for us."
Garik breathed in sharp through his teeth, before speaking. "Well, you know I'm Garik, but I never got your name."
"Sergeant Zhao Qisheng." He responded with a grim smile. "May the Emperor host us both in the Celestial Halls of Terra for this day."
"Aye. I'll meet you there if things go south." Garik said with a nod, as the Commissars and officers began to shout for them to move out.
Squads and platoons moved into position, as Tech-Priest, Tech-Marines and Servitors moved among the tanks and vehicles. Hull breaches and scorch damage would have to be repaired, Machine Spirits soothed, and those critically damaged eased into their final moments of rest by the Priests before they were soothed to a shut down phase and the remains moved to Forge worlds to be processed for new material, and, if possible, the Spirits salvaged. Such was long work, forcing the Imperial forces to stand guard and await the return of their tanks, APCs, Dreadnought walkers and the like to full function. As they waited, the platoons and soldiers of the Imperium got to watch what had not been seen in countless years.
Godzilla in battle, against forces that threatened humanity.
Of course, Junior was always more protective of the humans then his father, and years of devastation to the world he once called home, and these...things, were making him question that.
Durvasa fired off their Hellstorm canon, striking him in the side again and throwing him off of Magnifica Loci, a Titan he had been busy shredding with his claws as best he could. The blast sent him flying away, smashing through several ruined layers of the city and its under levels, smoke rising from his wounds. He tore himself out of the wreckage and ruins of the city levels and ripped through back to the surface. Another barrage of Sorcerous Doombolts flew out from the arms of the Loci, not from the barrels of the guns themselves, but over and around them.
The blasts pounded Godzilla's mighty frame over and over again, the foul warp energies burning through his skin and almost forcing him back. He had endured enough of their attacks, their vile Sorcery. He kept marching forward, not finished with this fight until he decided he was done. His spines glowed, humming low with power, even as he was buffeted by Sonic blasts and Las beams striking his flesh and body. He released a burst of Nuclear energy, rays of light and bursts of radiation shooting out from all around him. The Marquis of Violations was knocked back, not close enough to be damaged any further, but hit just hard enough to push the Titan back, and clear the way for Magnifica Loci. The Tzeentchian Titan made one step back, but was no nearly quick enough to get out of reach of Godzilla, who lunged for the massive machine, slamming both claws into void shields, the energy flickering and flashing from the impact.
Godzilla roared, more in frustration and anger then anything else, and swung a fist, slamming it into the surface of the Void Shield. Even as the other two fired upon him, Godzilla did not relent, swinging his punches repeatedly, trying again and again to penetrate through the shield. The Loci fired off Lascanon blasts and Gatling rounds point-blank, burning up the hide of the beast, but only producing an annoyed grunt from the creature, before he swung another punch. A barrage of missiles and rockets struck into the side of Godzilla, exploding with stunning force, but not able to dislodge him. The other Titans tried their best to strike him down, but could do nothing. It seemed he was on the war path, the monster ignoring every hit thrown at him, as he wailed upon the Void Shields.
Their blows were heavy, their strikes powerful, but Godzilla did not care, no matter what they threw at him. He had destroyed one of their contraptions, one more would cut their strength by half. Finally, his blows shattered the shield, and he pushed forward, swinging an open hand and grabbing the Titan by the 'neck' and hefting it up. He glared into the Titan's "eyes" for a moment, nothing but unfathomable, ancient rage boiling within those red-yellow spheres.
"Hateful enemy. I will see your eyes torn out!" The conscious within the Titan shouted, as the Kaiju pulled back and swung a punch into his face.
Metal cracked and flashed with the strength of the hit, another punch nearly crumbling the hull armor of the Titan, before the Magnifica Loci roared in pain, as a pillar of blue-white flames exploded in a pillar all around him and sent Godzilla flying back, both arms horribly burned by the Warpfire that now coalesced around the Magnifica Loci, the Titan striding forward. The other Titans suddenly joined him again in the assault, pouring Rocket and Hellstorm fire upon him. Magnifica knew full well the intent. Everyone of them that fell, gave the others a greater chance to claim the kill. They couldn't be too overt or eager about it, of course. That would let Godzilla have an easier time picking them off.
'You bastards. I'm supposed to be using all of you.' They thought gruffly, the warp fire flickering around them, as both Plasma Annihilators charged, before firing and sending him flying back with a roar of pain.
The shield of Warp Fire vanished, as another blast of sonic attacks struck at the hide of Godzilla, pushing him further into the ground, and sliding through it, debris and fragments thrown into the air as he did. Titans briefly stopped their assault, waiting for weapons to reload, canons to cool off, as Godzilla remained prune and on the ground, seemingly beaten for a moment. They knew better, of course. This creature had not survived everything they had thrown at him, everything Old Earth had thrown at him, to die so simply now.
"Up, you bastard, up!" Durvasa shouted through the Vox casters, voice a powerful, thundering boom like a volcanic eruption. "We know you aren't dead, so stand and fight, damn it!"
Durvasa approached, lumbering forward, slow and plodding, each step shaking the entire city, sending clouds of bombed-out ash and dust into the air around it. The Titan's internal mechanisms and machinery groaned and creaked with every movement. What appeared to be blood leaked from the cracks and breaks in the armor, sprinkling the ground beneath the Titan as it moved, while crimson vapor, the malignant power of the Warp itself, floated out from the Titan's mouth and spires. The others were in a similar state, the Marquis releasing clouds of pink-purple musk from the wounds rent in its body, and, if one stood close to it, and were not drowned out by the lumbering machine, would hear screams and wails of orgasmic pleasure.
"We won't fall for your..." Durvasa began to snarl again, before Godzilla's head turned upwards, and fired another blast of atomic fire, the Titan sliding back, trying to resist the push of the attack.
The Kaiju pushed himself up, roaring, as he charged again at Loci. The Tzeentchian Titan almost reared back in fear, before firing off Plasma blasts, laser rounds, Doom Bolts and, when none of that would stop him, a blast of pure Warp Fire, striking him in the chest and knocking down the Titanic Beast once more. He shrieked in pain, even as he fell, firing off another blast of Thermonuclear death and hitting the Titan, an explosion rocking the Titan backwards.
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The forces of Chaos stood, gathered near the city limits, where the Titans had first made landfall, and where they had clashed with the Primarch and his reinforcements. Genobaude, Gangrothus and Sorcerer Lakaeros were speaking, going over battle plans as the Warp-Smiths and their attending slaves got to work repairing the damage dealt to their vehicles. They were deep in conversation, when Teridax opened a portal in the Warp, and stepped up, flanked by two of his Chosen. The three turned, Lakaeros bowing his head to the approaching lord, as he had his hand held up.
Floating in his palm, the size of a large man's head, was a perfectly spherical ball of smoking, red blood. Gangrothus and Genobaude both looked to each other in surprise, before marching up to the Terminator-clad Sorcerer.
"Blood? For the...?" Genobaude began to ask.
"Not for Khorne, or any of the Dark Gods," Teridax explained, carefully levitating the sphere above his hand. "I have something special in mind for this."
"It is dangerous to handle that radioactive beast's emissions." Gangrothus warned, not moving his eyes off the sphere of blood. "What purpose could it have?"
"There is an Emperor's Children Marine, by the name of Fabius Bile." Teridax explained. "I intend to strike a bargain with him, and give him this sample."
Genobaude snarled. "That smug bastard is foul, even by the standards of us. I wouldn't deal with him at all."
Gangrothus held up a hand, steadying the other Lord. "Bile is a disgusting tinkerer of flesh and sinew. But he can clone a Primarch, just about all of them. I think he of all people, could do something with this creature."
Teridax nodded. "Even if the Titans lose and Vashtor is driven back to Wyrmwood, we can have this as consultation."
Genobaude grinned, eager now to gain more favor in the eyes of Khorne. "We should get more, enough for all of us! Each gifted to our Dark masters!"
Teridax raised a finger. "We are not fully Undivided. Slaanesh sent only a host of Daemons and the Marquis. And we don't want to take too much. The loyalists are bound to notice. I think this gift to the cause of Chaos is more then enough, for all of us, without drawing too much attention."
The two Lords looked over the sphere of blood. It was an incredible idea, even if they had to use Fabius Pile. But what was to say they would get credit or favor from the Dark Gods? Teridax had the blood sample, and for all his honeyed words, he had hidden his knowledge of the beast before. Genobaude especially did not trust Sorcerers. They were weaklings or hid behind spells and incantations to bolster their strength, not the honest, good physical might Khorne expected from his followers.
'He's trying something I can feel it.' He thought, tightening, then loosening, then tightening his grip on his Chainswords as he eyed the Sorcerer. 'He could leave us all in the dust.'
He would wait, of course. He may worship Khorne but he was not foolish. The Brotherhood of Damnation was a powerful Chaos Marine force. To challenge it would be a bad idea, for right now. He would have to wait for them to weaken enough, and for him to kill Teridax and claim the prize. The others did not deserve the power of Godzilla, only Khorne understood the power.
'A creature that can destroy cities, what does a pleasure-addled harlot, a rotting sack of disease and a scheming sorcerer need for that?' He thought, starring intently at the sphere of blood, before turning from it. "We should we do now? The loyalists have blunted our advance. Do we just wait for the three to finish off the big beast?"
"The loyalists have been busy, even as we strike back at their front lines, they keep launching attacks on the Titans to divert the Titans from their main target," Teridax explained. "They understand, fundamentally, they cannot win without the leviathan. Our fleets have kept the Mechanicus Arcs from assisting further, and I bet they have a Titan maniple of their own."
"You think the Primarch would send his remaining armored columns to attack our Titans?" Gangrothus asked, sounding disbelieving, but not totally surprised. The most successful Commanders did the most daring and unorthodox, but well-planned attacks.
"It is guaranteed. It is a great risk, but the rewards are too much for him not to take." Teridax explained confidently. "The moment they seek to engage our forces, we will meet them at the feet out Titans, and crush what remains."
Gangrothus was not sure if he like that idea, but victory was almost theirs. To crush the Loyalists and leave nothing but death and destruction in their wake, and especially do what Mortarion could not and kill Guilliman, was a chance he couldn't miss. The most dangerous bounties brought the greatest rewards from the Gods.
Without a moment to waste, the forces of Chaos gave the order for their forces to prepare and mobilize.
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Amelia Isaard and her Kill Brigade Soldiers clambered out of the lower levels, or what remained of them. The nuclear explosion from above, and the destruction of the Void Shield Generator from below, had completely destroyed most of the sub-levels below the main city, and had almost caved in ontop of them as they made their escape. It was about what she expected of being attached to a special forces unit. Even if they were above the rest of the cultists, they were still mortal, and therefore replaceable in the mind of Teridax and those like him.
Resentment bubbled up in her chest once more, desiring some kind of revenge or ability to take over from him and the other Marines. She and her inner circle were mortal. They helped manage things, like serfs, while the Marines ruled over them and claimed the attention and glory of the Dark Gods. But she had seen that fool Genobaude, the others. She could do better then all of them if given the chance.
As the team stepped onto the city streets, stumbling over ash and broken ruins, as the great battle still sounded, the noise and cacophony echoing throughout the streets. Amelia took a deep breath and sighed. They would have to find their way back to allied lines, and given how chaotic and ruined the city was now, she wasn't so sure they'd make it. It would be far to easy to get turned around and end up in the Imperial side of things, stumbling into a command post or lines, and that was when they would really be in trouble.
Best to head out, and hope they would make it.
As she gestured for the squad to follow, a flash of red and black energy popped into existence to their right, every member instinctively raising their Hell-guns and pointing them, as Vffarith'fyrm, the Herald of Tzeentch, stepped out of the Warp, the energy flickering out like a candle fire being blown. The Kill Brigade Commandos lowered their weapons just as soon, many breathing sighs of relief.
"Hail to you, Herald of the Dark Gods." Amelia said, beginning to fall to one knee.
Vffarith held up one of his hands, stopping her and the rest from genuflecting, and spoke quickly. "I haven't the time for your worshipful tones. I have a message, and not the time to waste."
Amelia looked confused for a moment, wondering what a Herald would want with her, before he continued. "First, is the success of the mission and destruction of the Void Shield generator, allowing the Sorcerers and my own kin to open the portals and bring the Titans here. For that, Tzeentch had noticed you, and will reward you with the Mark of his favor."
Her eyes widened in shock, not at all expecting her little mission to actually gain the attention of one of the Dark Gods, as Vffarith continued. "Everyone gains more favor here in their service. Your role in the Great Plan must be properly rewarded."
"My role? There is more?" She asked, as the rest of the Commandos at her and between each other in surprise.
"Yes, much more," Vffarith'fyrm explained, focusing his fiery, constantly shifting eyes on her. "You were there when Godzilla reappeared. You and the rest who were at Tharnis Prime are among the first of your species to see him in nearly 30 millennia. That is special, especially to the Lord of Chance and Prophecy."
He pointed a finger at her, Amelia not able to keep her eyes off the Herald. "As such, there is a special place for those who assist in the Plans against Godzilla and his related ilk. Continue to do your part, and the other Chaos Gods may reward you."
"I am eager to gain their attention, but I am not sure a mortal can do anything special compared to the Space Marines who swore themselves to Chaos." She replied.
Vffarith'Fyrm flicked his wrist in a dismissive manner. "Bah! Plenty of mortals may still do their part. One of Slaanesh's favored servants is a former Battle Sister who is currently readying to join Fulgrim and the rest in their attacks on the Imperium. On the world of Vraks, a mere Deacon reduced the world to a festering pit and gained the attention of...Nurgle."
He said the name with such venom, Amelia almost flinched. "This is why you must continue your work, and never give up. The Gods can simply give the rewards to the Chaos Space Marines, who lord over your people trying to gain freedom, and are little better then the Loyalists' own leaders and Marines who did much the same. Or, you can claw your way to the top, and, once this is over, be in a position that not even Teridax would question you."
She almost salivated at the idea. It seemed too good to be true. A mere mortal given so much power. She had heard tales of Miriel Sabethiel, the Fallen Sister of Battle, and though she had never heard of Vraks, it was not surprising a priest could manipulate his position of power to derail the Imperium's efforts. If they could, surely she could rise in power under the Primordial Four's vision as well.
"Do not grow complacent however," Vffarith warned his tone icy and wrathful. "There are other humans we could give this favored mission to, Apostate Cardinals, Pirate Lords, soldiers, who can take your place, or any of the Chaos Marines who serve. You are, for now, just one piece that can be removed and no one will miss, understand?"
Amelia nodded, bowing her head, voice solemn and composed. "I will not misuse this opportunity."
"Good. Now, for the Mark of Tzeentch." Vffarith'fyrm said, producing what looked like a cattle branding prod, and holding it up, Tzeentch's symbol glowing blue.
He swung the prod forward, striking Amelia in the chest and going right through. She froze, her entire body stiffening as she felt a fire spread throughout her body. The mark did not strike skin or muscle, but instead seemed to strike right into her soul, the very core of her being, as energy and power rippled through her body. Muscle and tissue rippled and surged throughout her body, her eyes feeling as if they would boil away. Her mouth opened to scream in pain, but all that came out were small tongues of blue fire.
She thought she might burn away there, the pain so intense, but she closed her eyes, focusing her efforts and mental energies to containing the flames and burning sensation. It seemed to grow stronger, in defiance of her efforts, Amelia groaning as the heat built up and up, feeling as if it would melt her entire body here and now, before calming. Vffarith'fyrm yanked the prod out, Amelia, staggering and falling to one knee, as she clutched her chest, gasping in shock, her eyes glowing blue for a moment, before turning to their normal, human shade.
She rose to her feet, slowly, uncertain, her muscles still feeling uncertain, uncoordinated, like something was briefly wrestling for control of her body, before focusing. The Daemon Herald nodded in satisfaction.
"Good! Your first step. 3 Gods remain. Remember the cost of failure." Vffarith'fyrm warned again.
She looked down at her hands, to see her forearms and hands had changed before her eyes. Mutation, the blessings of the Gods themselves, had taken hold in her. Her hands ended in blackened talons, the flesh a dark blue, and even darker blue and black feathers grew across her forearms. This was, more then anything, the truest sign of the Lord of Change's attention and favor. She almost couldn't believe something like this had given her. Something so simple had attracted the Tzeentch's attention, enough to be rewarded the Mark of his favor? She wasn't about to question it.
As always, when she was faced with uncertainty and doubt, the Emperor had no answers, while the Dark Gods, in exchange for blood, sweat and tears, physical and mental sacrifice, gave answers and clarity.
Vffarith'fyrm waved his staff and arms about, power from the Warp gathering around her and her team, before tearing open a hole in reality, thrown through the screaming vortex of unreality, before landing in the base camps of Chaos, where their forces had gathered and Teridax first gave the order for her and her team to strike.
"That's the last nicety I give you," Vffarith remarked, as another portal opened behind. "Next time, learn your own teleportation spell."
She and her Kill Brigade bowed their heads to him, as he turned and left, heading back into the Warp to continue his work elsewhere. It still nagged at her, why she had been chosen, but she wouldn't question it too much. Clearly, she was meant for this mission. The Gods themselves would not have said as much. She would stay focused and keep herself busy with whatever plan the Four had going forward.
Vffarith'fyrm stopped briefly in the Warp, standing atop a long platform that seemed to be made of constantly shifting molten blue lava, burning and churning beneath his feet, the air sizzling all around him with Warp fire. Like a door opened before him, a portal clearly showed the entire battlefield. With a gesture of the hand or staff, Vffarith could cycle through many perspectives, seeing Godzilla smashing and crushing any Titan he could get his hands on, Guilliman and his forces preparing a daring attack, and the Chaos Forces they had assembled preparing an attack of their own, before settling back to Amelia and her platoon of Chaos Commandos.
"I do not know why she is so important," The Herald of Tzeentch grumbled in annoyance. "She is only human."
A deep, booming voice, shifting and distorting as if two were talking at once, spoke. "For a time, mortals like here were the only servants Chaos could rely upon. Indeed, in the World that Was, they still are."
Vffarith turned, to see a massive, robbed figure stepping towards him. The figure wore white robes and a cloak, while his arms, legs, head and neck were covered in dark blue feathers, as two great feathered wings rose behind him. Gold armor adorned his head and part of his fanged beak, as well as his shoulders. His fingers were long, several feet in fact, and ended in long talons, one had gripping a staff that boring a twisting, gold and silver pair of tendrils, wrapped around a crystal orb in the center, adorning the top.
"Lord Amon Chakai." Vffarith stated in shock, bowing before the Lord of Change.
"So, you doubt our Lord's plan? Made in consort with the other Chaos Gods?" Amon asked.
"Only the..." He began, before Amon spoke again.
"The mortal was decided upon a century before her birth." He declared.
Vffarith cleared his daemonic throat. "Yes, but..."
"A Chaos Marine would have more potential, and grow more with such power," Amon interrupted again. "But Tzeentch liked this one's fire and ambition. And even if she does not work out, there are plenty of Alien or Marine champions more then able to fill the role."
Vffarith stood for a moment, not saying anything, not wanting the Lord of Change to interrupt him again, before speaking. "The master knows best, I will never doubt his designs. But I worry we might create another Bel'akor, and induce more problems then we solve."
Amon shook his head dismissively, grunting in annoyance. "Bel'akor tried to rise up, and what did it get him? A shattered mind, dancing to every God's whim, too arrogant to see the strings pulling him along. Besides, the power and the opportunity this path offers would be tempting for any, alien, human, or Chaos Marine."
Vffarith'fyrm was grateful he did not interrupt his words before they were spoken, but it still nagged at him. Marines were always the better servants to call upon. Longer lived, stronger, more durable. Their ability to enact the plans of the Dark Gods was why so many had risen as Daemon Princes and favored champions, and mortal humans would, in a few centuries, start to be the minority of the Daemon Princes.
Amon turned, wings flexing, and preparing for take off into the Warp. "You still have work Herald. As do I. More then just this blood-crazed beast are returning. All the pieces must be set in play."
He flew off, disappearing into the currents of Tzeentch's realm, and deeper into the Warp, leaving Vffarith'Fyrm to contemplate what had transpired, before going his way as well. He had his part to plan, and although important, a pawn was always a pawn, and must never forget the purpose handed down to them by the one who plays the game of chess.
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Godzilla swung another open clawed hand into the side of the Magnifica's face, staggering the Titan, before swinging his knee up and sending the great machine back. He continued forward, striking and cutting into the God-Machine's metal hide and machinery as best he could. The short height of the Titan made them awkward to strike at. Once he got close and could reach them, manhandling them was far easier then the machines of his day. These were heavy, brutish in design and application, but lacked the adaptability of the other machines. Once he got his claws on them, they had to rely on their peers to dislodge him and survive, and they were never quick to move to the defense of another.
It reminded him of the fights with his brother and his minions. Unlike Godzilla and his Earth Defenders, the Mutations were far more interested in getting kills and massacring foes then actually coordinating, and it was no different here. He could tell by their movements and timing of attacks that they were intending for him to kill another, and position themselves to strike him when he was most vulnerable.
He would not give them that opportunity.
He dug his claws into the upper arms of the Titan, and turned about, the ground shacking and splintering from the Titan being dragged around, a few missiles and other weapons hitting his hid, as he brought the great machine around, and held before him, blocking the fire from the other Titans, a few of their attacks hitting the back and spires of the Loci, before both stopped. A few hit home, striking the back of the Loci, shacking its armored frame, as Godzilla began to push it backwards again, intending to throw it into another Titan, probably the one that dared reference his mother. They should be thankful for her, not spiteful. It was her raising him that made him more even-handed with humans, even when they did not deserve it.
Compared to how his father was, he was downright merciful, even to these twisted creatures.
As he prepared to make his throw with the Titan in his grasp, the Magnifica Loci aimed and primed both Plasma Annihilators, and fired point-blank, plasma shots vaporizing sections of flesh from Godzilla's face and chest and sending him flying off. He rolled and stumbled about, before trying to rise, as a barrage of powerful missiles struck once more into him, keeping him down. Godzilla wondered just how much ammo these walking city-machines had, but decided there were more important things to do in this fight.
Even Mecha units back in his time had incredible ammo stores, and he was not going to win this battle wondering how many times his enemies could hit him. All he was concerned with, was hitting back.
He rose once more, beginning to fire off a beam, before Durvasa's hellstorm canon struck him again and knocked the Titanic Reptile over. Magnifica Loci took a shuddering step, slowly turning, as the Marquis fired its own weapon systems at the Monster King, keeping him down, while the Magnifica Loci slowly turned its great bulk around, plasma weapons and reactors cooling off and recharging from the exertion. The mighty Siege Engines of Chaos waited for a moment, firing their weapons again when he began to rise, while seemingly waiting. What for, Godzilla could not say.
Another barrage of sonic, laser, Hellstorm and missile attacks struck him, as the Marquis carefully moved past the Magnifica, the Tzeentchian Titan still turning its incredible, weighted frame about. The ground shook and trembled with every step, sending heavy vibrations through the earth around it like an earthquake. Godzilla glared up, clenching a fist and slamming it into the ground, trying to rise up, before staggering again.
"This is the King of the Monsters, a legend that faced armies and crushed machine, monster and gods?" The Marquis laughed, the sharp, cutting sound nearly piercing Godzilla's ears like their Warp-borne attacks had pierced his hide. "I remain unimpressed. You but an animal. One so very sensitive to mentions of your adopted parents, but still an animal."
The Titan trudged forward, its movements quicker then the others, but not by much. Its lumbering steps still took it many long minutes to travel, as it unleashed another barrage of laser rounds and attacks into the Kaiju, keeping him down.
"I must say, Monster King, I am very unimpressed," The Marquis remarked. "Your little Moth friend put up a much better fight, against my peer, Akrizuul."
Godzilla's eyes widened in surprise, not able to believe his ears. Mothra had been one of the first whisked away by the Man in Gold. He did not believe she still lived, given how bound she was to the health of Earth. "Yes, the great bug nestled among the Aeldari of Leamhan, and quickly destroyed my fellow Daemon and countless other servants of Slaanesh. Unfortunate for you, you will only see her when I drag you to the Satin Throne of Slaanesh and she breaks your soul for his service."
The Marquis pointed one of the mighty canons, adjusting direction and angle for Godzilla's very head, as the Monster's eyes widened in anger, struggling again to heal his wounds and rise once more. "My, I can already picture you in the service of Slaanesh, and using you to destroy and corrupt your comrades. How wondrous the sensations of ultimate betrayal will be."
As he prepared to fire, a barrage of artillery shells and long-range missiles came screaming form the skies, striking into the Marquis' void shields, the Titan looking upwards in surprise, almost forgetting the Loyalists were still in this fight. Other Auspex arrays picked up multiple objects approaching on all sides. From behind the other Titans, a barrage of Missiles, Auto-canon rounds and bombs fired off, striking them as the Fighters and Bombers of the Imperium once more made a strafing run against them, Void Shields remaining strong in the face of their attack.
From below, another barrage fired off, Plasma, Battle Canon and Lascanon shots striking him, Melta blasts burning into the shields, as the Marquis turned slightly, bringing its mighty frame around to stare in disbelief at the charge of the the Imperials. Numerous Tanks, Chimera transports, Leman Russes, Rogal Dorns, Predators, all bearing the marks of their regiments and chapters, while Skitarii Dunecrawlers and Kataphron Destroyers opened fire with Plasma Culverins, Graviton Guns and Eradication beams.
"Even after everything, they are trying to strike me? When I am so much grander and more powerful then any weapon they have?" He remarked aloud in disbelief, before turning up the speakers and Vox channels on their Titan to broadcast over the battlefield and to them. "Soldiers of the Imperium. I, the Marquis of Violations, am impressed by your bravery. For this defiance in the face of such odds, I salute you, and grant you a quick end!"
Projectiles hit and struck against his shield, the Marquis powering up his weapons, before Godzilla bolted up and fired off another beam of energy, the Cherenkov beam striking the shield, and after a few seconds of resistance, collapsing the shields and striking the Titan along the side, the beam tearing through its armored hull, and swept upwards, striking the towers and temple that adorned the top of its structure, sending the Titan stumbling back, and its Hellstorm canon shots going wide, arcing over the Imperials and into the wider city, sending ripples of explosions through it.
He stood, the earth shuddering beneath him with his thunderous footfalls, as the Monster King charged once more into the side of the Titan, the monolithic machine only starting to turn to face him and bring the weapons to bear. The Marquis let out a roar of deviance, his Doom Sirens activating and sending waves of sonic blasts pulsing through the air, trying to knock the monster off, as shells and laser blasts struck at the Titan's legs and chest, making little dents and pock-marks in the armor. Godzilla stayed locked onto the Titan, shredding through its armor with his claws, tossing his arms to the side, chunks of torn off, strips of metal tossed aside, like a predator tossing away the pieces of the prey it didn't want, while dragging the Titan away from the loyalists.
The waves of high frequency sound penetrated through the creature's muscle and sinew, reverberating through the bone, but he remained focused and did not stop his assault, claws and teeth shredding through the metallic hull, and letting magenta gases and perfumes pour out of the gaps, moans of sensual pleasure sounding slightly in Godzilla's ears, the sweet scent of something almost activating another, more primal part of his brain, but Godzilla was no mere animal acting on instinct. He pushed the machine further away, Durvasa able to fire its weapons at him, but the Magnifica directly in the past of his charge. The Tzeentchian Daemon Titan didn't have much time to react or move. The kaiju was not a speedster by any means, but it could haul its muscled body far quicker then the Titans, who were bound by the limits of machinery and engineering.
"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!" The Marquis screamed, through every network he could even projecting it outwards.
"Do it yourself, Hedonistic bastard." Durvasa taunted with a chuckle.
He recoiled in surprise, as Godzilla seized the Titan by the "neck", and hefted the machine upwards, off its feet and swung its mouth downwards, latching on like a crocodile. "Slaanesh damn you! This isn't how I was supposed to end! Not at the hands of a beast!"
"Don't your kind usually do it with beasts?" Durvasa laughed again.
"Do not fret, Marquis. We will finish it off, for you and Mallon. Take solace in that." The Magnifica remarked.
Garik and several other Guardsmen looked up, laughing to themselves, as a Black Templar Sword Brethren marched up beside them, watching what was essentially a bear mauling another creature, no attack able to dislodge or tear off the titanic reptile.
"Bastard was real high and mighty a few seconds ago." Garik remarked, rolling his shoulders as he watched Godzilla slam the Titan into the ground, sending several thousand tons of debris into the air, as several Imperials moved to keep themselves steady from the tremors.
"Take away the power, and most tyrants and killers will show the true face of cowardice." The Black Templar remarked quietly.
"Very wise my lord." Garik said quickly, bowing his head to him.
Godzilla dragged the Titan even further away, heading right for the Titan of Tzeentch. He released his jaws from the Titan, then grabbed it with both hands, dragged it a little further across the ground, before throwing it as hard as he could at the Magnifica Loci. Durvasa and the Magnifica's Princeps both looked on in shock and horror. The Magnifica had been thrown itself, but the sheer strength and power Godzilla had even after being beaten down, enduring near-unending punishment, and shot with every weapons the Traitor Legions could muster, and inflicted with Warp-sorcerery, he did not seem to be losing steam.
The Titan flew through the air, almost everyone stopping and gawking in amazement. Even Primarch Guilliman, a man who had fought countless millennia of war, testing his wits against his traitor brothers, Tyranids, Orks, Hrud, Khrave and countless other reality and sense-defying horrors, could only blink several times as he saw the most powerful engines of war Mankind could built, flung aside, like a bouncer throwing a truculent patron out for their reckless behavior.
For him to throw a Titan, perhaps half his size, but still weighing nearly as much as the great monster, flew in the face of everything Guilliman thought he knew.
'First, the Emperor defies death itself and pulls me from its jaws, and now, this thing. Abomination, God, vengeful spirit, King, whatever it is, appears.' Guilliman thought, as he watched the Marquis slam right into the other Titan's void shields, head-on. 'And lays all of Chaos' best weapons to waste.'
He thought over the events proceeding. The psychic presence, the immense thing in the Warp his Librarians and Sanctioned Psykers had felt, the massive life form coming from the seas. He wished he hadn't withdrawn the tanks he had stationed there, perhaps they could've captured more of the creature, learned something of its habits. He shook off those concerns, as the Titan collided with the shields, the Void Shield flashing once more from the point of Impact. The remaining towers and spires collapsed and vaporized from the weight of the throw and the stalwart shields refusing to buckle.
The Marquis slammed into the ground, the earth cracking and shattering beneath him. Dust and debris was thrown into the air, and covering the area in a thick blanket, and Godzilla was not far behind. Through the ash and debris, Godzilla came charging through, growling and snarling, teeth bared, as he grabbed onto the back of the Titan, and dragging it upwards, swung it up at the Magnifica, slamming the top of the Titan into the Void Shields like a battering ram. The Magnifica lurched back, even as the bubble of a shield remained, as Godzilla yanked back the Marquis and swung it forward again.
Twice more, Godzilla threw the Titan at the other, and twice the Shields remained. The Marquis could barely move, hardly resisting, as Godzilla used the Daemonically infused Titan as a blunt object. There was not much it could do. Even with the infusion of Slaanesh's favor and corruption of the Titan, it was unwieldy in a grapple like this, its arms and legs a pathetic defense for a creature of Godzilla's size, magnitude and abilities in close combat. He swung the beast forward, striking into Magnifica's shields, and finally breaking through, and continued the swing, slamming into the Azure Titan's legs and knocking it over. A thunderous boom exploded, threatening to deafen all within range of the battle, the after shocks rocking the whole city for several minutes, stones, debris and whatever scattered remains of the buildings and habitation blocks thrown and tossed all around.
Godzilla could wait to deal with the magic user. His main focus was the lurid, purple and golden one who had dared invoke his mother and father. Azusa Gojo may have been only human, but she was still more then the steroid-filled, genetic abominations, and whatever crawled inside these machines that Chaos deployed. He grabbed the Titan by the back, locking his claws in, and flipped it over with a mighty roar and the straining of his muscles, throwing the machine right-side up and onto its back. The moment he did, the few remaining missile and sonic canon systems fired, a few poultry projectiles striking Godzilla, who lumbered through the onslaught of attacks. His movement was slow now, every step weighted and cumbersome.
It was with horror that the Marquis realized this was not out of some desire to conserve energy, or a growing tiredness. The creature's wide, fang-filled grin, eyes gleaming with vengeance, soon told the Titan's Princeps, Daemon and Machine Spirit, all merged together, what awaited them. The Marquis feebly lifted one of the Hellstorm Canons, priming it to fire once more. He lifted a foot up, slamming it down with all his might upon the canon, the weapon shattering and splintering from the force, followed by a bright, mighty explosion that utterly vaporized the weapon. Godzilla then reached downwards, hooking his claws into the Titan's knight-like visage, and began to pull back.
The Titan yelled out in rage and indignation, the machine now moving feebly to try and get away, knowing whatever was to come from Godzilla's tender mercies would not be a good pain like what the Titan's conscious was used to. Bringing the other claw up, Godzilla pulled back, growling from the effort, before finally tearing it away. Layers of armor, circuits and machinery were torn off, and shorn away, as Godzilla glared down at what remained of the princeps and Moderati within. Or what remained of them.
The Princeps' arms gripped the control throne's arm rests, but were cut off from the rest of the body by the elbow. The back of the throne was removed, and a long, curving sickle-shaped object bent out from it, various spikes embedded into the spine and back of the head of the of the Princeps. Barbed wire wrapped around the neck and face of the Princeps, whose wide, unblinking eyes stared back up at Godzilla.
One of the Moderati had barbed wire wrapped around the neck, while large spikes went through the stomach and mouth of the being from behind, while the other had a hole carved into the center, allowing a clear view behind them, with barbed wire running along the body and edges of the hole. This wire and other twisted, decadent symbols of torture suffused the entire cockpit, smeared with blood and other liquids Godzilla dared not guess the nature of.
The Princeps could not move his head, his eyes only starring up for a moment, not able do anything now. The Monster King's lips curled back in an expression of pure disgust and revulsion at the things that were once human. Nothing like that should be left alive. He reached up, grabbed the cockpit, and twisted it, tearing it out of the Titan and holding it for a moment in the air, glaring up at the Princeps, a roar of rage and impotent vengeance sounding through the Warp, felt more then anything. The Princeps' expression turned to anger and rage, twisting stiffly within the chair, hardly able to move, before Godzilla merely tossed the cockpit aside, thrown towards the Imperial forces.
The ruined hunk of machinery came to a stop several yards ahead of them, Godzilla turning to Roboute Guilliman and the rest of the Imperials there, and giving a single, curt nod. Lurching and nervous glances went through the crowds of Imperials.
"Did it...nod to us?" Cato asked, his voice small and quiet, to the side of Roboute, who could barely believe what he was saying.
'Was it capable of cognition and thought?' Roboute thought in amazement.
Garik nearly dropped his Lasgun, face blanching as he saw the creature do that. It was obvious he wanted them to finish off the Princeps as he moved on to the other targets. As Godzilla charged towards the downed and out Magnifica, the PDF Trooper could only watch in shock. What was this monster? Where id it come from? All the legends of Tvola that could come close were just gigantic whales and serpents that would sink the ships of the sinful and unfaithful to the Emperor. He had never even heard anything like this monster. He didn't think any monster could fight a Titan like this. Maybe some of those Tyranids he had heard about invading Ultramar, but this didn't seem to be one itself. It finally reached the other Titan, that was just struggling to right itself, mounting it like a wrestling, and began wailing on the machine's face, fists slamming into the metallic face of the Titan and crunching and splintering the metal inwards with every strike made.
On and on he punched, smashing through the metal until it was less a face mask-like object for the Titan, and more of a ruined hunk of metal at the center of its chest. He pulled back for another punch, preparing to crater whatever was left of the machine's face, before it spoke.
"Wait, beast. Wait." The Magnifica Loci struggled out, voice creaking and struggling to get out. "Hold your wrath!"
Godzilla froze, fist still cocked back, ready to punch, as he waited. This wasn't out of a desire to fulfill any pact with Daemons or the Gods themselves. He loathed them as much as any of his enemies, like Ghidorah or Destoroyah, but he wanted them to always believe he was tempted, before smashing them aside like so many other enemies before them.
"Your brother lives. While you waste time lashing out at us, he gathers his old army once more. His creations, the Skar King, the one who slayed your father's rival and took the tribes beneath. They are gathering, and gaining strength, while you dawdle upon worlds, destroying us like toys a child has grown tired of." Magnifica stated, as Godzilla lurched back in surprise. He seemed to recognize the shock on the monster's face. "Hmm. You thought you were the only one? That that False God in Gold would kill your rivals and enemies? No. He would let your killer, the Destroyer of All Life, the One who is Many, all of them live to accomplish his goals. Like us, you are but pawns in the game."
Godzilla released a growl, a quick and definitive warning. Speed this up, or he would return to crushing the Titan's head. "And, what's more. You are destined to die as your father did. As he did, so will you. You will choke as your lungs melt to nothing, and your final roar will be cut off as your vocal chords turn to soup."
The Titan continued. "There can be a way to avoid this fate. Only through Tzeentch can you learn a power greater then any kaiju. You can achieve mastery over the arts of the psyker, mutate your body in such a way to achieve power you never thought possible. Use his knowledge, I beg you."
"After all, you needn't lose any of your friends in the coming war. The power of Tzeentch is such that, through devotion, you can be free of the machinations of the False Emperor, and make fate your own." The Titan concluded, seemingly satisfied.
The Magnifica waited, Godzilla not moving for a moment, seemingly locked in place, contemplating the words spoken to him. The threat of a prophecy, of him falling down the same paths as his father, power raging like an inferno without control, turning everything around him to ash and hellfire, before succumbing to himself. It was a fear that chilled Godzilla to the bone. For a brief moment, he considered it. A whisper of doubt slipping into his mind. Was it his voice tempting him, or one of these Daemons, or one of their puppet masters? All of it leading to their foul God.
No. From his father, he had learned to never take power given to you by another. You must earn it. From others around him, he had learned patience and focus. And from his mother, an understanding that the humans deserved a protector, however far they fell. All the offers and coaxing by Tzeentch and his Daemons were simply the actions of a Malevolent parasite of the Warp, something that could not live without the mortals it so abused, pretending to be a God. Godzilla had slain them, fought alongside some, and revealed those who only claimed to be it. He was not fool, so easily lead astray by promises of power.
He swung his fist again, intending to smash through and pulverize whatever...thing was left of the crew within would be smashed into a bloody past. The Titan, however, seemed to chuckle, as a hard hum went through the air, and a blast of Warp Fire exploded from the Titan's chest, striking Godzilla and knocking him back. Godzilla roared in surprise, as the creature away, landing hard on his stomach, and smacking the the blue-purple flames still burning across his chest, trying to douse them. He struggled to stand, before another blast of Warp Fire struck his side, knocking him onto his stomach again, then another Warp Fire blast, simply for good measure.
"You are foolish, little King. Here, all the Chaos Gods offer you what you most desire, and you say no?" The Titan laughed, an empty, mirthless sound, only filled with hate and a desire to make him suffer. "Even the other two fools could've given you something. Nurgle's power would've made you painless and untouchable, Slaanesh fast and reactive. Instead, you chose to remain the same animal?"
He rose to his feet, struggling up, the sheer weight of the Titan and the damage it had taken combined to make it slow to rise. Even so, the burning of the Warp fire across Godzilla's hide kept the Monster down, unable to move just yet. The Titan re-positioned itself, steadying its feet and taking a combat stance once more, running diagnostics on its systems and seeing which weapons were still active, before firing a barrage of Laser and fire blasts from the carapace at the downed Kaiju.
"Whether willingly or not, you will be made a servant of Chaos," The Magnifica declared coldly, priming its Plasma Annihilators for the next shot. "You will become our Sacred Beast of the Apocalypse!"
As the Loyalists prepared another tank volley at the Titan to buy the monster time, a hundred Chaos portals opened in every direction, Bloodletters, Berzerkers and Raptors charging out with swords, Power Fists and Axes, while Teridax, Gangrothus and Genobaude lead the assault at the forefront. Corrupted Land Raiders and Leman Russes led the way, firing upon their counterparts and enemy targets, while the loyalists retrained their weapons to the traitors before them.
Teridax glared at Guilliman and his Victrix Guard, forming beside him with a number of Black Templar and Emperor's Shadow Terminators, while beside the Chaos Lord, were numerous Chosen, Chaos Terminators, of his Warband and Genobaude's, and Exalted Bloodletters. He pointed a Power Claw at the Primarch.
"We are not yet finished, whelp."
Roboute narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. A whelp? From a Space Marine nearly half his size? If there was one thing he could not stand from the Traitors, it was Pride. The bastards had turned on their oaths, mutated themselves and sold their souls, but the damned arrogance so many of them had rankled him more then anything else. He gripped his sword tight, and made a single, curt nod to his Guard, and charged alongside them. The rest of the Imperials followed in his wake, Tachibana, Holden and the other Imperial leaders leading the charge against the traitors.
Garik did what he expected most humans would do when put into his position. He went full-auto, las shots flying through the air, joining thousands of other Lasgun shots striking the Traitors, the rounds slicing through Cultist and Jahkal flesh, burning into the hides of Pestigors and singeing the armor of Traitor Astartes, as he dove for cover. Bolter rounds struck into the ground where he was standing. Others in his squad and the Minthay Select forming up and finding what cover they could. It was Sergeant Zhao who came up beside them, firing his las pistol alongside the hundreds of Guardsmen from countless regiments.
"We Guardsmen barely survive for more then a second with cover and tactical...stuff." He shouted over the cacophony of war. "Now we're fighting in open fields, just wearing them down with las fire while our tanks do their thing?"
"Well, two nuclear warheads, and four Imperator Titans tend not to leave much in the way of cover standing." Garik remarked with a grim smile, poking over the shattered wall and snapping off a few more shots at the traitors, before ducking down again.
"Heh, maybe. Reminds me of the tales I've heard from Valhallan soldiers. Some asshole general named Chenkov. So stubborn and bastardly, he'll even order Commissars executed for not allowing him to throw his men at the situation." Zhao explained through the hellfire and bloodshed and fire.
"That was his strategy?" Garik asked in amazement.
"Yep."
"Wish a few Praetorians had been under his command." Garik remarked bitterly.
Zhao laughed heartily, before both stood and opened fire with their lasguns again, striking a number of Traitor Marines, doing little to get through the plate. "Aye. At least he met an appropriate end."
Garik turned his head slightly, even as he kept firing. "Oh?"
"Food and liquor mixed with poison, shot six times, twice in the head, beaten by four Guardsmen, stabbed by another, then wrapped up in camoline and dropped in a nearby river." Zhao listed off.
Garik cringed slightly. Was the old bastard dead by then, or where his angered troops just too eager to get back at him? "I guess when you're that terrible, the Commissars didn't even step in to help, eh?"
"Who do you think stabbed him?" Zhao asked wryly, eyes glinting with delight, as Garik chuckled. "General Yingchang can be cold, but at least he's tactical."
Garik ducked under again, tearing the magazine free and practically ripping another free from his Flak, as he began to jam it into place. "Speaking of dyin' horribly, how's our chances?"
"We're the Guard. Well, Guard and PDF. What are our chances in every engagement?" Zhao asked, as a mob of Cultists and Beastemen began to close with their platoons and squads, only a few Space Marines left to face the countless hordes.
"Fair." Garik remarked. It would be the last words he spoke for a long time. With so many enemies now, there was no time for talk or banter or quips.
They just had to stay alive, through the barrage of Bolter and Heavy Stubber Rounds, and uncountable horrors of both the flesh-borne and Warp-spawned variety. He thought, for a brief moment, he had to be insane, just as bad as these Cultists. He was facing creatures that looked like they should've fallen apart from all the rot and disease. Others, such a mass of teeth, tentacles, added limbs and other horrors that they shouldn't even be alive. He wished the gigantic monster could just smite most of this army with his atomic breath, but if the Emperor wanted it that way, he would've done it.
The Kauravans and Cadians stood firm and fired, even as mutants, Beastement and Cultists came upon them, striking at even Possessed Space Marines with bayonets, the Cadians especially fierce, their eyes brimming with pure hatred and venom, smashing Cultists in the head, aiming their bayonets for the eyes and throat, not seeking to kill, but to make them suffer. He saw Chaos Space Marines charge home, Chain Axes and Daemon Blades alight and alive with a hunger for blood, Cadians and Kauravans pouring special weapons fire upon them, the Cadians aiming for the legs.
To his shock, the Cadians would jump upon the fallen Marines, taking out shovels and basic blunt tools, and slam them down onto the enemy, while the Kauravan Guard merely moved onto other targets, firing to kill and end the threat right then and there. He was no Inquisitor or Space Marine, but it seemed like a bad idea to let the Cadians get so riled up, that they would begin tormenting the enemy rather then finish the fight quickly. He was too focused on his own survival to ponder such things.
A corrupted Predator aimed at him and Zhao, the two diving for cover in opposite directions, the area where they were exploding in a pillar of ash and fire, the force hitting Garik from behind like a hurricane wind, and rattling every bone so hard, he thought every part of his body must've broke. Guard Heavy Weapons and Devastator Marines opened fire with Lascanons and Heavy Meltas, striking the offending Predator and other corrupted vehicles that began to drive towards them. Even as it felt like his body would break apart if he pushed himself any further, Garik kept going, losing sight of Zhao or his squad in the chaos and dust clouds, turning even as his body screamed for him to stop, and unleashing a salvo of Las fire, the brief flashes of light piercing the veil over the battlefield, and letting him see the Plague and Khornate Marines, chopping Guardsmen to pieces, like butchers hacking at a lamb for meat, while dueling the Space Marines of the Emperor's Shadows and Black Templars, their Power Swords, the former thin and elegant, slicing and cutting through air with a speed and majesty he didn't think possible, while the Templars swung with heavy strikes, their blows more assured, heavy, but not lacking in speed.
Unlike the other Marines, he could only just see them briefly, flashes of silver steel and blue electricity cutting through the dust and ash, and countering Chaos blows, sundering enemy armor, tearing through flesh and guts in a horrific display. It made Garik feel insignificant in a way. The power of the Titans in question, the way the monster from the oceans seemed to bulldoze through them and match them, pound for pound, the speed and ferocity of the Space Marines, looking bulky and cumbersome, but moving with the speed to catch a hummingbird.
The Monster was perhaps the scariest part to him. 'Always told the Titans were the God-Emperor's will put on the mortal coil, his wrath and divine will to war made manifest. Even them Chaos ones are grand. So what kinda creature comes outta no where and just destroys two of them?'
He ground his teeth, as he fired at a Cultist, the concentrated, controlled bursts from his gun slicing through the barely armored heretic in a near-instant. Holes were torn through the Cultist with his precise aim into his central mass, blood spraying from pock-marked body, and, as he fired some more, the left arm, raised with a worker's hammer in hand, was severed off and went flying away.
'Good thing about Cultists, they only know how to charge and scream their heads off.' He thought, taking stock for another enemy to charge at him.
He couldn't shake the feeling of unease and fear the big monster caused him. Its roar didn't even sound like a natural creature. Just...wrong on every level. A harsh, piercing roar, every time it sounded, putting him into fight or flight mode. Sure, it was fighting Chaos, but that didn't mean much. It was some unknown thing that had dredged itself up from the depths, breathing fire. The fact the Primarch himself, Son of the God-Emperor of All Mankind, didn't know what it was, didn't help his fears. How can a Primarch not know what that thing is?
The ground shook, as the beast continued to charge into the Blue and Gold Titan, the Crimson and Brass one releasing a stream of attacks against the beast. Why was Chaos so obsessed with killing this thing? The more it stayed here, the more it fought and tore through the Traitor Titans, the more questions were raised about it.
He shook it off as a Jakhal came screaming at him, the dark-skinned man raising two large cleavers over his head, ready to strike him down. He dodged to the side, barely avoiding the strike, before the Jakhal swung his right cleaver towards his neck, Garik stumbling back and barely avoiding the strike to his throat, before raising his lasgun, and firing it. The first shot hit the Jakhal, and knocked him back, the laser round slicing through flesh and going out the back through his stim-pack. Then, as he tried to charge again, Garik fired another burst of rounds, shredding through the man.
Even as the Khornate Cultist fell, blood spraying from his wounds, and as he checked out his ammunition, before three blurs rushed behind him. He turned, three Black Templar Sword Brethern swinging their massive blades about, striking through Cultists, Beastmen and Chaos Marines, moving fast and hard, Garik's head spinning at how quickly they reacted, countered and slashed through enemy units, nothing seemingly able to touch them. He looked at them, slack-jawed and amazed.
'Big bastards, and move like ballerinas. Guess the Emperor's genetic material will do that.' He thought wryly, as he checked around himself for any other attackers. He was almost jealous. He hated to admit it, but he felt a bitterness toward them. 'If He wanted me to a Space Marine, He would've made me one.'
Garik knew everyone must do their part for the Emperor, and to the Imperium, but despite how often lauded the idea of facing the galaxy's worst horrors was with nothing but a Lasgun and simple Flak armor, it was just one horror after another. He trudged through the battlefield, everything a chaotic blur of bodies, projectiles and weapons thrown at each other, tanks pounding each other with repeated shelling and lascanon blasts. He had lost sight of Zhao or his squad, simply numbly following orders as best he could remember them. Which, in the 40th millennium, the only order that mattered was shooting anything not part of the Imperium of Man.
He opened fire, las rounds streaking through the air, hitting every Daemon, every mutant, Cultist and Marine he could. Even if it didn't do anything, at least he could distract or annoy an enemy long enough for someone else to kill it. Wasn't glorious, wasn't the sign of a great warrior or fighter of the Imperium, but he lived, and, if he made it out of here, he could always tell his kids about how he helped Space Marines kill an enemy or two.
Some strange creature, an assortment of limbs, came screaming at him from the Chaos Side. His eyes went wide in horror, at the mere sight for the creature. Its upper body was a man, mostly, while the legs were a nest of tentacles. The left arm was normal, as was the left side of its face, but the right side was dominated by a box-shaped maw sprouting out from the side, resembling a reptilian maw, not unlike Godzilla's, while its right arm split into two, gnarled, clawed limbs. From its chest, split open, and a dog-like creature emerged, front paws flailing through the air. It released a horrific screech, surging at Garik, claws and tentacles lashing through the air and swinging at him like mad.
He felt his knees almost give out beneath him, too terrified to react or move. As the Chaos Spawn closed in on him, twin right arms reaching for him, a massive form slammed into it from the side. The bright blue machine grabbed the Spawn by the left arm, yanking it aside, and throwing the creature off balance. The Chaos Spawn shrieked in surprise, before the Dreadnought leveled its Assault Canon, and slammed the barrel into the creature's body, before firing off a barrage of heavy caliber rounds into it. Assault rounds tore through the creature, ripping apart the flesh of the Chaos Spawn, and spraying its mutated body parts and flesh about the battlefield. Garik could only watch in amazement, as the Dreadnought finished his brutal work.
As the half of the creature was torn free from its tentacled trunk, the Dreadnought's Claw crushed and spun about, grounding the creature into mulch.
The Dreadnought's Sarcophagus-like front briefly turned to Garik, before a void like thunder sounded, practically shaking him to his core. "The horrors of the enemy are enough to shake any man's soul. Do not lose hope. The Emperor is with you, always."
Garik moved his mouth, but couldn't muster the words for a moment. "Ye...Yes my lord!"
The Dreadnought released a hum of sorts, before turning back to the battle, firing into the enemy ranks with his Assault Canon once more. Garik checked his ammunition, and ran for the battlefield. He was an Imperial Soldier. He had to act like it, especially if a Dreadnought of the Astartes had encouraged him.
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The Magnifica Loci stomped over to the King of Monsters, the conscious within wishing he could still smile. By now, Princeps and Moderati had become mutated sacks of flesh merged into the machines within, the Lord of Change that merged with them simply fast-tracking their mutation. Still, the joy was evident, as he called upon Warp power again, a tear in reality opening beneath the Kaiju, as he tried to rise to his feet. From it, numerous spiked, serrated chains surged forth, thrashing about the tentacles of a deep sea monster, spreading outwards, two wrapping around Godzilla's wrists, two just below his knees, and, as his fins flashed, preparing another blast of his Atomic Breath, another wrapped around his snout and close around it.
He struggled, as the Chains tightened and pulled him about, the Monster King thrown off balance as he tried to break free from the chains encircling him from the Warp. His eyes flared in rage as he focused on the Titan, the Sorcerous construct stomping once forward, shaking the entire earth as it moved.
"You are a fool, beast. Do you believe you could ever have the strength to defy me?" Magnifica taunted, laughing all along. "We servants of Tzeentch do not lose unless we plan it, or Lord Tzeentch himself wishes it. And I would hate to spoil the fun, but the last part of the plan is quite simply, that neither of us wish to lose."
Godzilla simply glared, heat building in the pit of his maw and fins, as the Titan continued without a care in the world. "My master wants you dead, it will serve our plans to see you dead or enslaved. These chains, are just the beginning."
Godzilla strained against the chains, growling and yanking his limbs back, the chains extending in length to always keep tied and tight around his frame. The heat built, up and up, the chains turning from pure black, to, soon, a orange-red, then white hot, refusing to melt before his incredible power. The Titan did not seem to react or do much of anything. Based on the heat expelled from two arm-mounted weapons, it was obvious the Titan was waiting for the reactor and weapons to be ready again before he fired another shot. Godzilla focused, more and more energy into his beam, drawing in air.
"Ha! Such a futile display! I must applaud such determination, to overcome my sorcery no matter what!"
As he stood, the chain around his mouth melted and broke down, finally snapping off his mouth, as his mouth opened fully, now released, before firing a beam outwards and striking across the Titan's chest, face and part of its right shoulder and upper body, a series of explosions bursting to life through the Titan, stumbling it and sending clumsily stepping backwards. As the Titan tried to regain its footing and power, Godzilla sent a pulse through his body, pillars of light exploding from out of his body, before a wave of nuclear energy tore through the chains melted them completely off his body. It sloughed off, leaving burn marks across his wrists, as Godzilla stepped forward, not caring in the slightest for the damage done to him.
The Magnifica roared in defiance, firing two more blasts from the Plasma Annihilators, striking Godzilla and vaporizing chunks of flesh from his body, leaving blue scorch marks and vapor rising from his frame. The Monster focused another beam, fins flashing and surging with power, before taking a deep breath in, and focusing his energies. The Magnifica watched in shocked silence, wondering if, perhaps his arrogant words had been wrong, and his master did intend for him to lose.
"Either the Master of Fate wishes for you to win, or you have bent destiny to your will in defiance of a Chaos God," The Magnifica Loci declared in admiration. "Either way, I will wait for you, within the Maze of Tzeentch, and welcome you, as brother."
Godzilla answered with a cold glare, and his beam surging out once more, striking the Titan in the face, tearing and melting through armor, before hitting the cockpit of the Titan and utterly annihilating the machine's controls. The explosion tore through the head and much of the upper body, the spires and temples of Tzeentch mounted directly above its head, on the carapace, were also soon vaporized in the explosion.
The Titan remained standing, now a chunk of its body a flaming wreck, Godzilla glaring at it for a moment, waiting for it do something, believing it would act even without its pilots and head, but nothing happened. He glared it down in silence, before roaring to the skies, and beginning to stomp forward. He seemed to be heading towards it, but went long, going around the machine, seemingly believing it was down and out from the fight now. The ground shuddered and cracked with every step, ash thrown into the air as the monster began his search for the last of the Titans, to end this battle once and for all. His mind was so focused on finding the bloody red and brass Titan, that he barely picked up on the weapons remaining on the Titan Carapace clicking and activating. He briefly turned his head in confusion, before a Melta Canon blasted him right in the face, in his left eye. Godzilla fell back, roaring in pain, as a Gatling Blaster and Las Canon fired as well, the beams burning into his body, as the massive caliber shells were fired into his frame.
"Not...finished..." The Titan declared, its voice like that of the Princeps, but distorted and crackling, as if speaking through a bad radio system.
Godzilla quickly got to his feet, the burn around his eye healing itself, and his eye returning to a normal state. He swiped his right claw through the air in front of him, roaring in rage as he lowered his head slightly. He was getting irritated with these corrupted Titans. His fins flashed and sparked with energy, radiation dancing along them and building up in power. The main body was out of the question, a hit to the reactors could trigger a destructive sequence, and he didn't want the humans nearby damaged. They were, after all, keeping the corrupted armies off him, and had provided support throughout the fight with artillery and airforce strikes.
It would be rude to blow them up in return for such help.
The Titan began to rapidly charge both Plasma Annihilators again, preparing for another attack. Godzilla hated the Plasma weapons of these humans, in the short time he had to fight them. They burned with the heat of a sun, and hampered his regeneration for a time on the point of impact. However, he also knew one thing. They needed a long time to cool down and recharge their reactor after firing again.
Godzilla swung his head back and around, and fired the beam, striking the left-hand's Plasma weapon. A cacophonous explosion sounded, a cloud of blue ash and fire tearing through the air and limb in question, the plasma explosion tearing apart most of the machine's left arm and side, before Godzilla swung the beam around, and struck the other, the same reaction occurring as the two weapons exploded in a cloud of Warp and Plasma energies.
Godzilla stopped the beam, his fins returning to their silver-gray color, as he watched the cloud of smoke billow over the Titan. For a moment, nothing happened, the machine not making any sound or movements, before the smoke began to clear, and show the chard remains of the machine. Both limbs were completely destroyed, as were the front of the machine, its inner workings and wiring now visible clear as day, smoke still issuing forth from portions of the Titan's legs and abdomen. Godzilla snorted, growling and shaking his head, before stomping off to find the last Titan and end this threat once and for all.
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Roboute, once more, had soundly left the three Chaos Lords and their entourage struggling against him, the Primarch handily striking down many Chosen and Possessed that tried to strike at him, while the Lords were struggling against both him and Cato. Telion, the Champion of Slaanesh, gripped both swords tightly, sweat dripping down his face, as Teridax breathed hard. Is this what mortals felt like facing them? Every physical advantage, all their strengths and powers from the Warp, were nothing to him.
Guilliman, however, looked no worse for wear, simply standing over them, like a looming portent of death. "I did not survive Mortarion and his predations to die to a bunch of traitorous bastards like yourselves."
Gangrothus shook slightly in fear, his cloudy-white eyes wide with fear for the first time in his long life. "How did you survive the Godblight?! Ku'Gath should've killed you!"
Guilliman considered his words for a moment, before simply shrugging. "Ah, but why tell you, when I intend to let this little mystery keep you up for the rest of your nights."
He was toying with them now, drawing out their fear and terror before the sword stroke cleaved them all apart. Even Genobaude had fallen silent under the shadow of the Emperor's Sword. None of them could do anything to this being. It seemed all their plans and struggles on this world had been for naught against the Primarch and his Honor Guard.
Then, as they stood, waiting for him to make the forces. All turned, Guilliman slightly surprised, as the Khornate Titan loomed over them, her remaining Hellstorm Canon aimed at Roboute. The Chaos Lords lurched and gasped in shock, as Guilliman ground his teeth together, surprised the Titan had come here to attack them.
"Prepare for your end, Primarch." Durvasa declared, the area shaking from the volume.
"You abandoned your comrades, to face that creature?" Guilliman questioned.
"Of course. Weaklings. And with my injuries, I will not win," Durvasa admitted, before chuckling to himself. "But I can still kill a Primarch and send your scorched skull and burned soul to Khorne."
Guilliman pointed the Hand of Dominion, and prepared the Bolter to fire. The Victrix Guard followed his example, pointing pistols and bolters at the great machine. Durvasa said nothing for a moment, simply staring at them, before a booming laugh came from the machine.
"Oh, are you going to hurt me? With that little weapon?" Durvasa taunted.
"You fool, you'll kill us all!" Teridax shouted in rage, eyes wide in shock, not able to believe the Titan would do this.
"I was asked to follow Vashtorr's orders, not yours. And Khorne does not care from where the blood flows." Durvasa said, powering up the Hellstorm canon. "Make peace with your own Chaos Gods, and be happy you helped at least destroy a Primarch."
The Void Shields, a thin, nearly invisible barrier around the Titan shut off, as Durvasa chuckled again. "Here, let's make this fair. You can try and damage me. Let's see how fa..."
The ground shook, as the massive figure of Godzilla loomed behind him, and his right fist swung forward and smashed through through the armor and plunged through to the other side. The Titan staggered, the Sybil and the Bloodthrister within releasing a surprised gasp from the attack. Godzilla tore his fist free, reaching the right hand around, and sinking the claws into the portion of the Titan's face, then, against its struggling and fighting, reached the other open, prying and creating an artificial mouth for the Titan.
He turned the machine around, looming over the smaller machine, eyes filled with nothing but hatred and disgust.
"Wait, let me make an offer! Khorne would...!" Durvasa began to beg desperately, as Godzilla's fins powered up, flashing and speeding up.
A growl went out of Godzilla's mouth, before he leaned down and fired the beam right down into the hole he had created, and into the machine itself. Internal machinery was fried and vaporized in seconds as the Titan was thoroughly burned from the inside out. The very top of the machine exploded, the spires and temple built on the machine exploding in a ball of fire, as the great machine went limp and shuddered, like a massive animal giving its last breath before death claimed it.
The two halves of its head were yanked off, nothing but flash-fried wiring and meat pulled free, blood spraying and dripping from the machine's head pieces. Godzilla tossed the lower half of the 'jaw' aside, and held the rest of the head, as he turned upwards and roared. His triumphant roar echoed throughout what was left of the city, reverberating for miles. Guilliman and his Victrix Guard thought they might go deaf from the sheer volume of it, as all the fighting stopped to watch Godzilla in his moment of triumph.
Godzilla took a deep, rumbling breath in, before dropping the Titan's head, the colossal machine piece crashing to the ground with another earthquake-inducing boom, as the Chaos Lords and Champions who lead the armies in question looked on in shock. It seemed impossible. It took concentrated effort from either ground forces of significant size, or other Titans, and yet this creature had managed to do it. It was covered in burn scars from the Doom bolts and Warp fire, specifically its right arm, glowing orange from a nasty strike, and other scars dotted its frame. The right side of its face bore a permanent discoloration from the Hellstorm Canon going off right in his face, but Godzilla was standing.
He had taken four God-machines, devices built that represented the height of mankind's scientist knowledge and power, then twisted by the powers of Chaos and the Warp, and emerged victorious.
Vashtorr appeared before Teridax, Genobaude and Gangrothus, coming forth from the Warp, and speaking quickly. "Now would be the time to retreat."
None waited for a response or any other prompting, Teridax sending the warning through the warp to all Chaos forces, Genobaude yelling it into the Vox, as the Chaos forces and their Sorcerers and Daemons opened portals into the Warp, a few firing shots to cover their escape, as the loyalists fired after them, trying to kill as many foes as they could before they could vanish into the Warp and escape their punishment for their heresy.
The Chaos wretches were quick to disappear to the safety of the Warp, their forces all across the world vanishing from sight and the firepower of the Imperial forces. For a moment, the Imperial forces did not celebrate their victory, instead, watching the portals finally close, not daring to chase them further, before turning their gaze upwards, at Godzilla. The creature looked at them for a moment, its expression hard to read, lacking the wrath and fire from before. Tank crews reloaded their weapons quickly, Space Marines replacing discarded Bolter Magazines and cooling their Melta guns, Imperial forces standing ready in case the beast turned on them. But, given what it had done, what could they do.
After a tense minute that felt like hours dragging by, the creature fell to its knees, then collapsed, releasing a deep, groaning growl, falling completely to the ground, and throwing clouds of dust all around it. Guilliman, much to his own surprise, breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He had not done that in many, many years. Either not having the time to worry about himself, or having the luxury of being in private. Cato and the others briefly looked to him in surprise, before Roboute quickly straightened, and yelled, amplifying his voice so all could hear.
"The Chaos forces have been driven out and crippled! We have gained victory for the Emperor!" He announced in a triumphant voice.
"Courage and Honor!" Shouted the Ultramarines.
"No Remorse! No Fear!" Came the Black Templars.
What followed was wave of chants and cries for the Emperor, surviving Guardsmen hugging and celebrating together, the PDF of Tvola welcomed in the celebrations, having stood shoulder-to-shoulder with their Imperial Guard brethren and proved themselves to the rest.
Guilliman's eyes drifted to the beast, uncertain of what it was and what it represented to them. He had so many questions, and a mind like his could not stand idle without answering them.
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Most of the Imperial Forces had withdrawn to areas of Jovor still intact enough to hold celebrations, while a compliment lead by the Ultramarines stood watch over the beast's body, while Mechanicus forces used their Servo-skulls and other scrying tools to study the creature's immobile form and gather skin and blood samples. Guilliman watched over all of this, absorbing everything, but right now watching the recordings of the creature's movements and attacks.
He sat within the ad-hoc command post, not willing to wait for the gunships to carry him to his Flagship, and analyze from there. He needed answers, and he needed them now. His mind was analyzing every movement, every dodge and attack. A picture was coming together as he watched it do its bloody work. Even for a Primarch, to see something have such strength and ferocity on the offensive stunned him. It was not the attacks themselves, but rather the scale and power behind them that unnerved him. He had seen nothing like it. Some monsters among the Eldar Exodites, and rumors of large beasts on the Flesh Tearers' homeworld of Cretacia, but nothing quite like this.
Cato approached his Primarch quietly, almost hesitant. If anyone could figure out this creature's abilities and strengths, and what it wanted, it would be him. He didn't want to interrupt his concentration, however, the Primarch made a movement with his hand to the Captain to come closer.
"Observe, look at how this creature fights, notice anything, Captain Cato?" Guilliman asked quickly, clicking a few controls to play back the recording of the beast.
It was mounted atop one of the Traitor Titans, throwing punches into its face. Cato had seen it many times before, in the fighting arenas where they would engage in pálē Wrestling. He wasn't sure why it was important, then it clicked in an instant, the Captain's eyes widening.
"Yes, this thing used punches and wrestling control over its opponents when it got close, even punches," The Primarch said, excitement building in his tone. "In my experience, most wild reptiles use claws and teeth, constriction and poison, to take down prey."
"This animal can think?" Cato asked, briefly turning back towards the entrance from hence he came.
"I believe so. I will present more evidence to the affirmative for that to the Tech-Priests DeBarrick and Kyornstien when they have finished securing samples and studying it further."
He was about to explain more, when the ground shock, another deep, slow rumble sounding from the beast. Guilliman's eyes widened, rising from his seat, Cato moving out of his way so he could exit the Command Post, Kyornstein already calling to the Primarch. "Lord Regent, come quickly!"
The Primarch made his way through the ad-hoc base, Cato close beside him, and came out to see the creature rising from the earth, many of its wounds now healed, and fully awake. He had feeling it was not dead when it fell, merely exhausted. The reports of a slow but steady heartbeat confirmed that, and now the beast was on its feet. That only left a more pressing question for the Primarch.
What would it do now?
Predators and Repulsors trained their guns on it, as did most of the Space Marines, and accompanying Skitarii troops. The creature shook itself off, dust and ash falling from its great frame as it slowly turned, red-orange eyes narrowed slightly.
DeBarrick, with four long tendrils coming from his back, and digitgrade, raptor-like legs carrying him, stepping up to the Primarch in a panic, pointing to the creature. "My lord! The beast awakens!"
"I can quite easily see that, Arch-Magos." Roboute replied, never taking his gaze off the creature, gripping the Emperor's blade tightly. "Everyone, do not move to engage!"
"Sir, it could be a threat!" DeBarrick shouted in a panic.
"Only if we make it one," Guilliman responded, taking three steps to the creature. He held up his free hand, the Power Fist, and made a motion to stop.
The other Imperial servants watched him in a mix of disbelief and amazement, some taking to trusting the Son of the Emperor and a Primarch, others not sure if the man had lost his mind. The creature in question seemed just as confused, rearing back and releasing a series of low, rumbling growls from deep within its chest. It took two mighty steps forward, the earth shaking and cracking beneath its enormous bulk as it did. It leaned slightly, eyes locked on the Sword of the Emperor. Guilliman could see its gaze, and saw its shoulders tense, lips curling back slightly in an expression of recognition...and anger.
Its claws hands clenched in anger, as Guilliman swung the sword down, and planted it in the ground beside him, before stepping away, never taking his hand down. The creature turned its gaze on him, snarling and growling at him, taking another step, as the weapons were primed to fire and attack. It seemed agitated even further, Roboute not even sure what to make of it, but not wishing to instigate a battle that he wasn't sure he'd be able to win.
"Lord Primarch, I must insist we..." Cato began to shout in fear.
"Hold!" He barked in an instant. "Do not fire!"
Godzilla glared down at him for a moment, every second sent their heartbeats into a panic, even the Space Marines on edge and unsure if they could take this thing. By now, the Mechanicus had landed their Titan maniple to secure the area, and be on stand-by if the creature attacked again, but given what it had done to four, they all doubted if a fifth Imperator could do much of anything.
Finally, the stand-off came to an end, the creature rising fully, releasing a final roar, and turning, trudging away from the Imperials and their Primarch. The Space Marines and Skitarii remained ready, in case the creature acted further, deciding to not leave the situation peacefully. It lumbered forward, every breath shaking the earth, sending low tremors through what remained of Jovor. Then, before their mystified eyes, a portal ripped open in the face of reality, and creature stepped forward, disappearing into the Warp. Guilliman's jaw hung open, as he blinked several times.
"This thing is never not lacking for surprises." Cato Sicarius remarked in shock.
Roboute blinked a few times, unable to believe this eyes. So this creature was able to travel through the Warp. It was how it had come here. But that just lead to the question of where it had come from originally. No matter, he had more pressing matters to concern himself with. He turned to the Tech-Priests and leaders.
"Gather the Imperial Guard and Space Marine leaders. I am going to share everything we have on this creature."
Kyornstein raised his remaining organic eyebrow, cocking his head slightly at the Primarch. "I am not sure. We would need to run analysis on its skin and tissue samples, and figure out just what this thing is."
"The information I've gathered is all the more important. It relates to its cognition and behavior." Roboute stated firmly, nodding to them. "Now gather the Imperial leaders."
He turned and left, Kyornstein and DeBarrick turning to each other with some surprise and hesitation, before hurrying off to continue their tasks. If the Primarch gave the order, then they would have to follow it.
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At his decree, Imperial officers, generals, Astartes leaders, Tech-Priests, Administrative Adepts, Sororitas Canoness and her Palatines, and the governance of Tvola had all gathered to hear the Lord Primarch and Regent of the Imperium address the gathered leaders and officials over what had just occurred, and what that beast was. Guilliman stood before them all in the governor's quarters, rather cramped for a Primarch, and not even taking into account Marshall Holden or Captain Tachibana and Sciarius. He looked over them all for a moment, each and everyone of them hocked on his every word.
Once everyone was ready and silent, he clicked on the holographic projector, as it began to replay the battle that had just taken place. "Many of you are probably wondering what that creature is. I have no answers to its species or identity, but I do have clues to its intelligence."
He clicked on the scene of the battle, where Godzilla had mounted the Titan, and begun to throw punches into its face. "Observe how it fights. These are no the frenzied claw strikes we would see from other wild animals, but the use of a top mount, similar in many Human martial arts, and the coordinated, focused style of punching. Great Apes are among the only animals that utilize punching, usually a sort of wild, barbaric swinging, downward strikes or open hand smacks."
A Commissar looked over the repeated showing of Godzilla's swings, every punch cratering and crunching metal, his expression forlorn and stunned. "So...it's...trained to fight?"
"In some manner of speaking, yes." Guilliman responded, before hitting another button. "But that is not the only sign of cognizance I have observed in my studies. Cognition, and something greater."
The Recording switched to a far shot, of the Slaanesh-corrupted Titan standing before Godzilla, as it began to taunt him. "Your father, who died to protect such a weak, anemic wretch? And your mother, the human, Azusa Gojo, right?"
It continued replaying the insults and threats of violation, right up until Godzilla smashed head-first into the Titan and knocked it over.
"It was raised by a human female?" A Priest remarked in shock. "How could...what does that...Is this heresy?!"
Cato almost wanted to roll his eyes at that being their first thought in all this. Yes, raising a gigantic lizard creature to hate Chaos was certainly heretical. Why have things to fight the Emperor's greatest enemy?
"We could begin a search of that name in our records." An Administratum Adept offered, scratching his balding forehead in disbelief. "I don't know how an Imperial Citizen could hide that, however."
"This could be anything, from a rogue Heretek, a disgruntled Imperial Guard General..." Holden began, before Guilliman held up a hand.
"One of the Daemons that assaulted us spoke of this creature being ancient, from the Third Millennium," Guilliman stated. "Whatever creatures raised it are long gone."
That did not set the assembled council's mind at ease. It just raised more questions, as Roboute Guilliman continued. "But notice how it immediately reacted. That was not simply a creature reacting to tone of voice and the like. It understood the threat, and matched it with a brutal assault."
Guilliman further directed the Pic-Captures to show the dizzying array of Chaos forces that had attacked Tvola. "Chaos came out in force. Based on the statements by one of the Chaos Lords, and one of the Titans, I believe this creature is a target for them as well."
He the turned to Arch-Magi DeBarrick and Kyornstein. "I will now turn things over to our Arch-Magos, who were observing and studying the creature."
Kyornstein moved on many smaller, insect-like legs, clicking his way over, and inputting his own gathered data into the counsel, before it brought up a display of the creature's skin and blood samples. "We have been studying the basics of the creature. With only field equipment, it is limited, but we found this creature has an incredible rate of regeneration. Truly above and beyond anything outside of Orks and Orkoid lifeforms."
He played back recordings of the fight, showing the creature reattaching limbs and regrowing blown off skin. "And, what's more, it is intensely radioactive. The beam is released was, after an Old Terran scientist, designated Cherenkov Radiation. The areas its body touched are also irradiated. However, before any wonder of contamination, fear not! The radiation this creature released has an intense but short half-life. Many areas are essentially radiation free already."
"Surely we would have heard of such a creature in Earth's history. The Emperor would've faced it, or encountered it during the Unification War." The Canoness suggested. "His Holiness wouldn't keep such a secret."
Guilliman almost wanted to laugh at such a naive question, but kept his face composed. "I do not know. It is possible such knowledge was lost in the Age of Strife, or kept hidden for our safety by the Emperor."
Garvis drummed his fingers on the table in front of him, speaking up finally. "What does that mean for us then, Lord Regent?"
Guilliman drew himself up, projecting his voice a little more. "I believe if anyone has the answers, it will lay in my father's archives on Terra and within the records kept by Malcador the Sigilite and his advisors. I am traveling back to Terra to find the answers."
"What about that beast? It clearly hostile on some level, even if opposes Chaos," The Canoness declared, pointing at the screen with a glare. "And it travels by the Warp. We all saw it. This could be just like any Xenos. An enemy of Chaos, but not something to be kept alive after."
A murmur of agreement went through the crowd, before Guilliman brought up a hand, silencing them all in an instant. "I do not know if the creature is hostile or what its intent is yet. There is much left unanswered. For that reason, I want as much information distributed among your Adepta and comrades in arms, for it to be understood that no hostile action is to be taken unless the creature provocates."
"Do we know where it will appear next?" General Garvis asked, stroking his chin in worry.
"No. I am hoping to find as much data as I can, and try to map its behavior from there," Roboute explained, already preparing himself for the mentally taxing journey into Imperial Bureaucracy and Red Tape. "I will consult the High Lords, the Custodes, Silent Sisterhood and Inquisitors there for any further answers."
"And of Tvola?" A Commissar asked.
"The Cadians will remain to shore up defense, the rest of the assembled army will return to their garrisons and fronts for further assignment," The Avenging Son stated. "As for Mechanicus, Sororitas and Astartes forces, you are free to stay on watch or leave as you see fit."
The others all nodded and gave murmurs of agreement, as the Primarch clicked off the displays and holographic arrays. "If there is nothing else, I wish you all luck in your coming battles, and may you all wish me luck in my grapple with Imperial Bureaucracy."
The assembled crowd stared at him for a moment, before Garvis spoke, hesitantly. "Was, that a joke, my lord?"
"Nothing about the Bureaucracy is a joke." Guilliman responded, nodding to his bodyguards, and leaving.
The Victrix Guard followed behind, ready to have a few days of rest, before journeying with their Gene-sire once more to the Imperial Capital. It had been a long time since they had traveled there, and it would be a welcome break from open battlefields. After all, intercepting assassins from rebellious High Lords of Terra and their cronies would be a new way to test their abilities. Cato could not help but wonder if the archives and the Emperor's labs would really have the answers. If he did, the Emperor would've used such a creature, right? It could've broken the siege of Terra, assisting the Titan Legions, and seemed at least somewhat loyal to humanity, right? Regardless of his questions, the Primarch would find everything they needed, given enough time.
'I just hope the creature doesn't decide to make things more difficult before then.' He thought grimly.
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The assembled Chaos Fleet had fled Tvola to hide deep within the Warp, disappearing from the reach of the Ultramarine-lead armada. Vashtorr stood before them, gathered onboard the lead flagship of the Brotherhood of Damnation, looking over the three. It was only now, standing here and without battle to distract them, that Teridax realized Sheshanaga had disappeared in the middle of their fighting in the city of Jovor. Where had he and his fleet run off to?
'Never trust the Alpha Legion to do anything.' He thought gruffly.
"You have played your parts well. I have assembled the data I need on this creature. I will repay you for making it all possible." Vashtorr declared.
"Our loses are quite significant." Gangrothus stated icily. "This payment had better be worth it."
"Defeating Godzilla and bringing its soul to heel is quite worth it." Vashtorr replied, perhaps not understanding, or, more likely, intentionally acting obtuse. "And I do mean it. The machines I am planning will shift the balance of power significantly. I will not forget those that made such invention possible."
"Pretty words, but we have lost significant Chaos Space Marines, Chosen and Champions," Teridax stated. "We need something more then assurances."
Vashtorr studied him for a long time, Teridax feeling as if the Daemon was prodding him, trying to cut through his defenses and see his real safe. He provided no feelings, cooling his emotions and suppressing them to avoid giving the Daemon a way to toy with him.
"Fine. I will rewire pure, untouched Gene-seed as a form of temporary compensation," Vashtorr remarked tiredly, turning form Teridax, more in annoyance then anything else. "Is there anything else you mortals require?"
None of them said anything else, the man concern right now being manpower. The Daemon vanished into the Warp. The three Lords regarded each other for a moment, not sure what to make of the other, before Teridax spoke.
"I have other plans in play, you could join my Warband in our crusade against the Imperium." He offered.
Genobaude knew better then to take such an offer up. He gave the Sorcerer a sideways glance, before speaking gruffly. "I have no desire to serve under a Sorcerer. I have better things to do, battles to partake in. It would disgrace me in the eyes of Khorne to bow to you."
"I did not mean for you to be subordinated..." Teridax began.
Genobaude snarled. "I know your intent. Do not push further."
He turned and left, making his way back to his flagship, before Teridax turned to Gangrothus, the Plague Lord holding up a hand to stop him before he went further. "I am taking my remaining forces and consolidating them, before journeying to the Scourge Stars. I think there is much to gain from the battles there, and may elevate me further in Nurgle's eyes."
"Good luck then." Teridax remarked, though privately raged. Subjugating their Warbands, then getting the others killed in raids, would quickly recover his numbers and consolidate his forces again.
Gangrothus nodded, before leaving for his Plague Fleet as well. To Teridax, it was surprising that Genobaude had seen through his rouse so quickly. The Chaos Lord of Khorne almost seemed buffoonish more then anything. Perhaps there was more intelligence behind that rage-filled head of his then Teridax had thought.
'Every Chaos Lord has risen to their position for a reason. To underestimate any is a fool's errand,' He thought, watching from the Bridge, as the two other Chaos Fleets began to travel out into the wider Warp. 'For now, I must prepare my positions, and ensure my main rival does not make his move.'
He began to move through the ship, when he stopped by Lakaeros and Amelia, who were in deep conversation, Teridax looking at the Cult leader, before his eyes resting on her now-mutated hands and claws.
"Oh? What is this?" He asked, innocently enough, gently taking one of her hands between two of his claws and gently raising it to view. "Has the Warp travel had an effect?"
"According to her, the Herald of Tzeentch awarded her the Mark of Tzeentch," Lakaeros explained, prepared to explain his position further.
"For what?" Teridax asked, amused as he released the hand, Amelia rubbing it carefully.
"The Herald said Tzeentch had taken note of my operation to destroy the shield generator, and had rewarded me for allowing the Titans to enter." She stated, keeping her face and body language under control, fearful how he would react. "I was then told I was destined for great things, so long as I served faithfully."
Teridax nodded, his expression hard to read as he nodded slowly. "Serve being the operative word. You are impressive, mortal, for having gained the attention of one. But Tzeentch is fickle. His favor often random. Do not think his words are important. If you do rise high, it will be because my leadership allows you. Same with every Champion, Chosen and lowly Cultist here."
She bite the inside of her check and nodded. "Yes my lord."
"A mere Marks does not grant you special treatment, remember that," He lectured, before looking to Lakaeros. "And why does it concern you?"
"I was merely testing her power, lord." Lakaeros explained. "It is nothing grand, but she has defiantly developed the makings of a Psyker."
"Does you wish then, just ensure nothing is out of line when the orders come." Teridax ordered, walking away to take command of his troops.
He found the Cult leader an annoyance. If he had lead the assault on Tharnis instead of Zaaras, he would've killed her just to assert control and keep the Cultists and Damned Guardsmen on a tighter leash. His eye twitched slightly, wondering if Zaaras had done this just to sabotage his leadership, giving him less direct control over the new portions of the Brotherhood and its forces.
'And why does she gain favor? She is a mere mortal.' He thought, shaking his head in dismay. 'The Gods did this to test me. I must push myself further, and show a mere mortal will not outpace me.'
With that, he began to prepare his forces to leave for their holdings, as he made his way to his private library, already memorizing the incantations he would need to scry for further potential targets for the Brotherhood and himself to get back in favor.
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As the Warbands and forces of Chaos licked their wounds, and Vashtorr got to work on his latest invention, the newest iteration of the Mechagodzilla design, Vffarith'fyrm made his way through the tainted landscapes of Urum to the central palace. This twisted, ruined thing rose to the skies like a dagger stabbed into the black and fog-filled skies. Further out, in the crags and valleys, were villages and primitive settlements filled with cavemen-like Mutants, nomadic Beastmen and the like.
He had come here with the container of blood Teridax had gathered. Vffarith'fyrm looked over the blood, carefully prepared to travel through the Warp without being contaminated. He turned back to the palace-lab of Fabius Bile, and made his way back towards the Clonelord.
The Herald stepped through the twisting halls, smeared with blood, the walls twisted and morphed into nightmarish, twisted tendrils, limbs and faces morphed into the walls. Down and down he went, until he found the inner sanctum of Fabius Bile. The Clonelord was in full armor and gear, his own hands, and the Chirurgeon's insectoid limbs clicking and twitching at his command as well. Vffarith could sense, all around, the handiwork of Bile, human-like beings, watching from the shadows, their hearts and minds filled with hate and coming up with a million ways to kill the Daemon Herald.
Numerous vats of blue liquid hung upon the walls and upper canopies of the lab, filled with hundreds of specimens, some so human only his Warp-sight let him know what was wrong with them, others so twisted even Vffarith was surprised at their shape. All around, he could see other Chaos Space Marines, of various warbands, adorned with the equipment and devices of the Apothecaries, working on their own projects. As the Daemon Herald stepped forward, Fabius spoke.
"You must be careful entering my home, Warp creature." He said tiredly, not looking up from his work bench. "My children and guards are quite leery of uninvited guests."
"I do not make this journey for nothing, Clonelord," The Daemon stated, holding up the container of warm blood. "The Four have an offer to make."
Fabius straightened, stiffly, from his work, rolling his armored shoulders, and cleaning his bloody armored gauntlets as he turned, his withered, gaunt face looking at the Daemon curiously. Vffarith could feel the strength in his limbs and the focus in his mind dissipate, but made no moves. This was a mortal, no matter his importance, and he would not show weakness in his sight.
"An offer? What do you mean." He asked, stepping forward, his coat of flayed skin billowing as he strode forward.
Vffarith'fyrm held up the container, the center of it clear enough to show the red blood within. Fabius took it, and held it tightly for a moment, looking at it for a moment, his mind focusing on it for a while, before turning back to the Herald. "This is blood is warm. Is this a recent spill, or a trick of the Warp?"
"Neither. It is a creature the Chaos Gods have their eyes on, and would like your assistance in granting us control over at least a part of him." Vffarith'fyrm stated.
Fabius narrowed his eyes, balancing the cask in his hand, as if he was contemplating the idea of tossing it away. "A creature? I dapple in the affairs of human genetics, what makes your masters think I would be so callow as to abandon my original works?"
"The beast in question is hundreds of meters in height, so powerful it could lay to waste armies. It strode the Earth before the Emperor even unified it." Vffarith explained.
Fabius' brow cocked slightly, his curiosity piqued. It sounded fantastical, but the Emperor would definitely hide such things from the rest of humanity. "Hmmm. So, a giant that stood over Titans and predated the Emperor's campaigns? Interesting, but what do I gain from this?"
"The Gods would give you any assistance in the creation of your 'New Men'." Vffarith offered.
"No. Absolutely not. They are mine to create, mine to perfect." Fabius replied bluntly, glaring down at the Daemon.
Vffarith thought for a moment, before concluding what would interest the Scientist in actuality. "Godzilla is not the only creature who might interest. Have you ever heard of the scientist Frankenstein?"
Bile furrowed his brow, looking at the Daemon in a mix of confusion and bemusement. "That old story? Written by some woman on a bet or something?"
"Not just a story. Why, during one of the Great Wars of humanity, its heart was captured by forces of humans who wanted to create super soldiers, and transported it to a city that ended up the site of a nuclear attack."
Fabius tried to keep a look of uncaring apathy, but found himself intrigued now by what he was hearing.
"They put the heart in a child, who mutated into a giant, and his skin and flesh gave birth to two wild beast mutants." Vffarith explained. "Endless potential to evolve, great strength, regeneration. All the result of science the Anathema was only beginning to unlock."
"Radiation? Really? As if a heart or a child with it could survive that," Bile remarked, eyeing the creature. "You Daemons must come up with something a little more believable to deceive me."
"Then test Godzilla's blood for radiation." Vffarith stated, giving a cold smile to the Clonelord. "Surely if it is impossible, that should have normal levels of radiation."
Bile looked looked down at the device filled with the warm, crimson blood. He held it intently for a moment, eyes not blinking, as he swallowed slightly. It didn't seem possible, but why would the Daemon insist so strongly. He looked back at the creature. "How many mutated creatures that stalked the Earth have some come back across the galaxy? If I do believe you, how many are there?"
"Deliver on a supply of clones for the Chaos Gods, and we will let you study them all in due time." Vffarith replied with a cold, devious chuckle.
Fabius stroked his his chin twice, before nodding. "The deal is acceptable. You get your clones, and when the time comes, I will see for myself just how true the story of Viktor was, and what it has created."
"Excellent. The usual bounty of slaves and Gene-seed will come from our associated warbands and thralls." Vffarith'fyrm replied, twirling his hand and giving a mock-bow. "I bid thee ado."
Thee Daemon Herald disappeared into the Warp again, grateful to be away from Fabius and his foul aura. Even after everything, the creature would still dare deny the role the Dark Gods and Daemons like himself played in the Games of mortal lives. As long as the deal was struck, and Fabius would do what was required, Vffarith was glad to be done with the whole affair. His master, and Amon'Chakai had greater plans afoot. This was merely insurance to make sure Vashtorr's own plans did not become too much for the Gods to contain.
Still, there had to be better options then Fabius?
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Sheshanaga made his way through the darkened halls of a new ship, most of the interior painted black, the interior light and other parts glowing red, specifically around the pillars and framing of the doors that opened for him as he passed through. He was alone now, but the Lord of the Shadowband did not care. He knew these halls, this ship, better then most. He had visited it many times, especially before his assignment to Tvola. It was not the Gods that wanted him there, but another party. Of course, since he did not get in the way or strike at Chaos itself, he was allowed to slip in and out.
He went through another door, coming to a narrow walk way, beneath it, barely visible, were the disemboweled and impaled corpses of many foes thrown below, while ahead, was the wider platform the held the last door, and two Chosen of Chaos. They were dressed in dark green, muted armor. A plum of dark red adorned the top of their armor, while an eye etched into the center of the eight pointed star adorned their chest. Skulls and decapitated heads hung from their waists, and one carried a Bolter, instead of a magazine, just a loose hanging bandoleer of bullets feed into the gun, while the other carried a Chainaxe.
They eyed the trespasser wearily for a moment, as he strode across the walkway, not moving to attack, but making it clear they would not remove their weapons from sight. He simply nodded to them, as one of the Chosen clicked the passcode into the door, the first keeping his Bolter trained on the newcomer. The door opened three ways with a long groan, Sheshanaga walking up to the door, waiting for it, and stepping through. He walked through the area, coming to a room filled with two large structures bearing an Eight-pointed Star, several feet above Sheshanaga, with bleed-out human corpses hung upon, impaled through the wrists onto the star portion.
At the end of the room, was a great dais, upon which sat an altar, deep crevasses cut into the platform supporting the altar, where dark red blood flowed all beneath it. Before this Great Altar, was a large Chaos Lord in the same drab green armor as his subordinates, with a crimson eye in the center of his chest, and a Power Claw over his right hand. Across his armor, were scar-like markings etched in blood. The Chaos Lord's face was bald, a crimson Chaos Star painted upon his face, but otherwise completely normal, the only indication of corruption were his yellow eyes.
Surrounding him were two Chaos Space Marines, a Champion of Nurgle, in decayed, rusted armor, and a spiked, gas-masked helmet, with tubes running from his pack into his bloated stomach. His right hand was an oversized, tumorous mess of claws and flesh merged partially with his armor. The other was Slaaneshi, the midsection of his armor removed to reveal his pale, marble-like flesh and ab muscles, criss-crossed with leather straps studded with silver, as were his exposed arms.
The other two figures were not Space Marines, that much was certain, but wore cloaks of the same dark green as their armor, hoods covering their faces. One had what looked to be two compound blue eyes, and the other had two red eyes glaring at him as he approached. His employer and benefactor often did keep strange company. It was best not to question it.
"Did you bring the data?" The Chaos Lord asked in a thin, hoarse voice, as if filled with ash and smoke within his lungs.
Sheshanaga nodded, slowly reaching behind him, and producing the devices that held the Pic-captures and data he had acquired. "Everything is there, about Teridax's deployment patterns, troop numbers and strengths. And, something else."
The Lord raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to one side. "One?"
"A massive reptile. You'll see for yourself." He answered, indicating the equipment.
The blue eyed figure surged forward, deep voice filled with shock. "A reptile?! What did it look like."
The Chaos Lord raised his Power Claw-covered hand, the figure turning to him, and stepping back after a moment of hesitation. "Calm yourself Gwydio. You can look over it later."
"There's a lot to consider. A lot more then your rivalry with Teridax." Sheshanaga explained, voice remaining cool and controlled. "Plan carefully."
"I'll keep your words in mind. The usual payment will be sent to your Warband before you depart." The Chaos Lord replied.
Sheshanaga nodded, and turned on his heel, leaving without another word. Once he was gone, the Nurgle-devoted looked to their compatriots. "What has the two Xenos so spooked?"
Both pulled back their hoods, and parted their cloaks. The first, with blue eyes, had a bat-like head, with a strange, triangular yellow light were his mouth would be, and small, pointed "ears". He had a somewhat thin body, mostly black, but turned blue along his forearms and hands, as well as his legs. Two smaller blue grew out of the backs of his hands. Across the back of his shoulders, were large blue, crystal-like mineral growths.
"If that Alpha Legion dog was correct, what he just described could be a threat my people faced numerous times along with the Ultras." Gwydio stated, sounding fearful.
The other was a humanoid woman, body mostly red, except for the brass-colored, pointed markings on her thighs, going down to her knees, over her shoulders to her elbows, and a red jewel on her chest, glowing and shaped like the Mark of Khorne. Her metallic face bore three small horns, with the out of the side of her head having grown out and twisted to point atop her head. Her mask-like face was bent in a permanent grimace, showing pointed teeth within her mouth.
"If this is Godzilla, we could be in trouble." She remarked, rubbing the knuckles on her left hand. "We should hunt this creature at once and claim its skull before it can become a problem."
The Chaos Lord nodded to her, before turning to the others. "All good options, but we must prepare ourselves first. I want each of you and your Champions and Chosen to study the material once I have conducted my own viewing. We will meet here once that is done, then form a plan of action."
He drew himself up, nodding. "Remember, our main objectives are subjugating Teridax and his Brotherhood at last, crushing Abaddon, and preparing what is coming to this galaxy next. If this beast gets in the way, it'll add its own name to the ledger of those dead at my feet."
The four Lord all nodded, as the Chaos Lord nodded to them. "Dismissed."
Each went their own separate ways, heading for their own areas of the ship to prepare their own forces for the coming fight.
Notes
So that brings to an end the Battle for Tvola, and the next big steps in the story.
I want to thank reader Austin on for suggesting Chaos bring the blood of Godzilla to Fabius to clone. I actually fully intended for Godzilla to be cloned later, but I'm kicking myself for not thinking of having the CLONE lord do it as well. XD
The next parts will focus on the clash between the Brotherhood of Damnation and their newly revealed rivals. For those new to Ultraman, the two Lords with the bad guy at the end are a member of Alien Mefilas (Gwydio) and a member of Alien Valky. Mefilas are known to be cunning deceivers and incredibly intelligent, with the original one having an IQ 10,000, and Valky are hot-blooded fighters that often mimic Ultras and owe their name to the Japanese Pronunciation of Valkyrie. Given how pugnacious and tough Ultra aliens tend to be, I figured the Great Crusade wouldn't be too much of a hurdle for them, and many wouldn't be so moralistic as to avoid chaos.
Next up, the T'au and Mechanicus both unearth some machines from Earth's distant past, and both may underestimate just how dangerous they are...
