A few weeks passed, and the situation in Tokyo-3 had taken a dramatic and terrifying turn. Multiple Angels began appearing simultaneously—Matarael, Sahaquiel, Leliel, Bardiel, and Zeruel, each bringing chaos and destruction with them. The Evangelions were deployed immediately, but even their combined strength was not enough. The Angels came in waves, overwhelming the pilots with sheer numbers and force.
Inside NERV headquarters, the tension was palpable. Misato's voice was strained as she shouted commands, trying to coordinate the evas. "Shinji! Asuka! Rei! You have to hold the line!"
But it was no use. Even the best efforts of the pilots couldn't slow the Angels' relentless advance. The city was beginning to crumble under the assault, and the Evangelions were pushed to their limits.
Then, as if summoned by the sheer force of nature itself, Godzilla emerged from the ocean once more. His colossal form rose out of the waters with purpose, the earth shaking under his feet as he approached the battlefield. The Angels, sensing his presence, turned their attention away from the Evas and toward the King of the Monsters.
For a moment, there was a tense standoff. The Angels, massive and powerful in their own right, seemed to recognize the threat that Godzilla posed. They prepared for battle, energy building in their cores, as their strange, alien forms shifted and writhed. But Godzilla showed no hesitation.
With a thunderous roar, he charged into the fray. His atomic breath lit up the sky, a searing blue beam that tore through Matarael first, disintegrating the spider-like Angel in an instant. The others attempted to counterattack—Sahaquiel dropped massive energy blasts from the sky, while Leliel tried to trap Godzilla in its shadowy alternate dimension. But nothing could stop the King.
Sahaquiel's energy attacks barely scorched Godzilla's armored hide, and Leliel's trap failed as Godzilla smashed through its dimensional anomaly with brute force. With a flick of his tail, Godzilla sent Bardiel hurtling into the city, crashing through buildings before the Angel's body went limp, destroyed.
Zeruel, the strongest of the group, attempted to put up a fight, unleashing its powerful energy beams and deploying its massive arms like blades. But even Zeruel's might was no match for Godzilla. The King of the Monsters roared, shrugging off the attacks like they were nothing. In one swift motion, Godzilla grabbed Zeruel by its arms, tearing them apart with ease. His atomic breath followed, vaporizing the Angel's core, leaving nothing but smoke and ash in its place.
The battle, which had seemed impossible for the Evangelions, was over in minutes.
But Godzilla wasn't done.
Even after the Angels lay dead at his feet, Godzilla could sense another presence. Buried deep within the ground, hidden from view, there was something else. He stomped forward, tearing apart the earth with his claws, the ground shaking violently as he ripped open the foundation of the city itself. And there, lurking beneath the surface, was Ireul—the microscopic Angel, spreading like a virus through NERV's systems, hiding in the infrastructure.
Ireul had been waiting, biding its time, infecting everything it could. But Godzilla's instincts were too sharp, his connection to the planet too deep. He could feel the Angel's presence, no matter how small or hidden. With a final, furious blast of atomic breath, Godzilla eradicated Ireul completely, leaving no trace of the Angel's existence behind.
The battlefield fell silent. The Angels had been wiped out—every last one of them. The Evas, battered and exhausted, stood motionless, their pilots stunned by the sheer power of Godzilla. He had single-handedly exterminated an entire host of Angels, accomplishing in minutes what the combined forces of NERV had struggled with for weeks.
Godzilla let out one final roar, his voice echoing across the city, a proclamation that his reign over the Earth remained unchallenged. Then, without looking back, he turned and lumbered back toward the ocean. The ground shook with each step as the King of the Monsters disappeared into the waves once more, his massive form vanishing beneath the surface.
For now, his work was done.
In the command center of NERV, the silence was deafening. No one spoke for several moments as they processed what had just happened. Finally, Misato exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's over… for now."
Gendo Ikari sat in his usual position, his glasses reflecting the dim light of the room. His expression remained unreadable, but inside, he knew that things had changed. The appearance of Godzilla had altered everything—plans, strategies, even the very future of humanity. But he wasn't concerned. He still believed in his ultimate plan, and for now, Godzilla would play his part.
But everyone at NERV knew the truth, whether they acknowledged it or not: as long as Godzilla walked the Earth, no Angel, no threat, would go unanswered. The King had spoken, and the world would never be the same.
