Godzilla fight the angels

by Godzilla 3509

In this alternate reality, the Angel Sachiel hovered menacingly above Tokyo-3, its energy blasts reducing skyscrapers to rubble. The Evangelions, despite their power, were being overwhelmed. Even Unit-01, piloted by the reluctant Shinji Ikari, was struggling to keep up, its AT Field barely holding off the Angel's relentless assault. Inside NERV headquarters, a sense of dread filled

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Godzilla's massive, clawed feet splashed through the crimson pool beneath him, creating ripples that spread across the entire Geofront. The strange, blood-red water lapped around his ankles as he trudged forward, utterly undeterred by the eerie, silent depths of Terminal Dogma. His gaze remained locked ahead, fixed on his target with unwavering determination.

And there she was.

Lilith hung motionless on the cruciform structure before him, her imposing form both majestic and otherworldly. Her blank, featureless face stared forward, yet Godzilla could feel the presence of the progenitor of humanity, as if she was observing him in some profound, unfathomable way. In her, Godzilla recognized a being as ancient as himself, a primordial creature that, like him, existed beyond the understanding of humanity. They were relics of different worlds, yet bound by forces deeper than time or space.

For a long moment, the Geofront fell silent. The air felt thick, charged with an invisible energy as two titans of unimaginable power faced each other. Godzilla took one step forward, his shadow looming over Lilith, his presence a force unto itself. A deep growl resonated from within him, filling the cavern with a warning that seemed to echo through every molecule of the space.

In the command center, the staff watched in silence, transfixed by the scene unfolding on the screens. Even Gendo found himself mesmerized by the spectacle, a glint of unease flashing behind his usual cold gaze. He had manipulated gods, humans, and even angels to further his plans, yet here stood a force that defied even his machinations.

"What... What will he do?" Misato whispered, unable to look away from the sight.

"Godzilla and Lilith," Ritsuko murmured. "They're... ancient, beyond anything we could ever understand. They're staring into the face of something that transcends our existence."

But Godzilla wasn't interested in understanding. He was the King of the Monsters, and his instincts screamed that this was a creature worthy of his attention—a challenge, perhaps, or a force that threatened his dominion. Slowly, he opened his maw, a low, rumbling growl building within him as he prepared to unleash his atomic breath.

Lilith remained still, silent, waiting.

Godzilla's dorsal plates began to glow, a fierce blue light radiating from his spine. The air in the Geofront sizzled with energy, and then, in a blinding flash, he unleashed his atomic breath.