Godzilla in Warhammer 40k

Chapter 66: Boom Goes the Symphony of Slaughter

The Slaanesh fleet saw the anomaly first.

Two planets—just there, in the void, as if reality had blinked and they had spawned.

One of them, twisted with forests and pulsing with faintly luminous veins, seemed almost alive.

The other, an ork-conquered husk, now bound to the first by warp-born chains of psychic energy.

"What in the Warp is that?" muttered a Noise Marine, his voice filtered through a vox-scrambler soaked in feedback. He squinted into the void.

"The channel just reopened," said another, fingers dancing across a corrupted cogitator console. "Something came through."

And then it broke from the atmosphere.

The Genesis.

The massive vessel surged forward, plated with strange bio-metal and temples unlike anything seen in the Imperium—or the Eye of Terror. Golden arches etched with alien vines. Vaulted sanctuaries fused with reptilian stonework. Its hull shimmered with radioactive power and void-shield flickers. The fusion of nature, machine, and the monstrous.

"Looks Imperial," said a third Chaos Marine, narrowing his eyes. "But... wrong. Decorated like a Death Guard relic."

"It's not one of ours," the comms officer spat, his vocal cords surgically altered to scream and chant simultaneously. "Should we signal it?"

"Do it. And keep the landing schedule unchanged. The prisoners are still required."

On the bridge of the Blissful Dirge, flagship of the Emperor's Children fleet, the fleet's second-in-command—a daemonhost in ornate purple-gold armor—turned toward the void.

He had no idea what was coming.

But Captain Wade did.

"Traitors!" he roared, smashing a gloved fist onto the command lectern. "Traitors to the Emperor, all of them!"

The rage surged through his veins like promethium. His fury seemed to infect the very machine spirit of the Genesis, making its reactor growl louder and its engines burn hotter.

"Reload the main batteries! Let them feel the righteous fury of the Imperium!"

The engine priests heard the command and began to chant their binary prayers at a fevered pace. Shell loaders, some flesh, most servitor, began ramming colossal shells into macro cannon chambers with the power of mechanical gods.

Godzilla, looming atop the Genesis, rumbled with anticipation.

Yes. This. Fight first, think never.

The Chaos fleet took a defensive posture—but they underestimated the insanity of their foe.

"Hold positions. Open fire," came the order.

A swarm of lance batteries, daemon-bolts, and lascannon fire raked through the void toward the Genesis.

They struck home.

But did nothing.

The Genesis's void shields shimmered, flexed—and held.

And then something even stranger happened.

At the center of the Genesis, inside its main temple—a Lizardman priest stirred from her slumber.

Her eyes glowed with cerulean fire.

Then—she screamed.

It wasn't a mortal scream. It was psychic, ancient, laced with primal command.

And it blasted across the void like a silent, burning nova.

EMP.

Not just electromagnetic—psionic too. Instruments aboard the Slaanesh fleet sparked, screeched, and failed. Cogitators vomited corrupted code. Vox links went silent. Void shields dropped.

The Dark Magos aboard the Slaaneshi ships were left choking on null signal and overloaded senses.

"W-WARP-FRIED—"

"REBOOT—REBOOT—AUGHH—"

It was madness. No one used EMPs in 40K. This wasn't right.

Which made it very Godzilla.

He had once used a similar pulse to flatten an entire alien fleet back in the old 2K days. Why not now?

The priest slumped back into her stasis cocoon, spent—but the damage was done.

Three entire minutes of complete fleet paralysis.

And the Genesis wasted none of it.

"Macro-cannon broadsides, now!" Captain Wade shouted.

The sides of the Genesis erupted with thunder. A rain of explosive shells screamed through the vacuum, crashing into Chaos cruisers without void shields. One exploded on impact. Another crumpled inward like a tin can.

Then came the atomic breath.

From the spinal hangar of the Genesis, a radiation-charged, sky-tearing blue beam carved across the enemy formation. Three Chaos frigates were instantly vaporized. Two more drifted, severed and venting fire.

"NOT A DEATH GUARD SHIP!" roared the Chaos fleet commander, eyes wide with horror. "I SWEAR ON MORTARION'S FESTERING GUTS, IF THAT'S A DEATH GUARD VESSEL—!!"

They still had no idea what they were facing.

The EMP pulse began to wear off. Systems flickered back online. Void shields reactivated.

But it was too late.

The Genesis had already begun descent.

Target: Saint Yorman's Hope — the prison world below.

"Priestess Isis," Captain Wade asked as the burning skies came into view, "Are you sure you want to use those scum as sacrifices? They're mutants, traitors... unclean."

"I do not need their purity," Isis replied calmly. "I need their function. And you, Captain, are far too valuable to waste in a blood ritual."

"Then... do you require anything else?"

"Yes. Your sound array system. My god wishes to respond to Slaanesh's... Noise Marines."

The request was strange.

But Wade had seen stranger.

"Of course. May the Emperor guide your hand, Priestess."

He remembered what had happened on the ship, years ago, when they purged the Word Bearers hiding in the lower decks. His hands had been stained red since.

"Traitors don't deserve mercy."

"Good," Isis said. "Then listen well."

She placed her hand on the central choir node.

And across the ship—through the void, across hulls and sealed vox-nets—

The drums began to beat.

"BOOM—"

A single thud. Like a titan's step.

Then another.

"BOOM—BOOM—"

Rhythmic. Ancient.

The void could not carry sound, and yet… every Noise Marine aboard the Chaos fleet heard it.

Godzilla heard it too.

"Hey... wait a minute... is that—?"

He grinned.

"Isn't that my theme song?"

It was.

The Godzilla March.

Remixed through an Eldar choir node, tuned through a Lizardman harmonic translator, and projected by an Imperial warship's vox-channel. Impossible.

And perfect.

The beat flooded the battlefield. Servitors began working faster. Crew members stood taller. The machine spirit of the Genesis surged in elation. Even the macro-cannons began cycling reloads faster.

Wade felt it in his bones.

"By the Emperor… this is glorious!"

Godzilla stood tall on the Genesis, feeling energy flow back into him. With every beat of his March, he seemed to grow more focused. Stronger. More real.

He opened his maw and let loose a second radioactive beam, striking a Sword-class frigate. This time, the beam didn't just scorch it—it pierced its void shield and cut the vessel clean in half.

"Holy Terra," a crewman gasped. "He's getting stronger—from the music?"

[Subspace resonance achieved. Your power has partially returned.]

"This is metal as hell!"

And then, like a comet wrapped in scales and wrath, Godzilla jumped.

He leapt from the Genesis—dodging gunfire, flak, and the swirling wreckage of Chaos ships—and landed on the hull of a Slaanesh cruiser.

The impact cratered its armor.

"DID YOU SEE THAT?!" one of the Chaos lieutenants screamed on a command channel. "IS THAT—?!"

"That's Godzilla," came the answer, flat and certain.

"The Godzilla who slaughtered six Keeper of Secrets inside the Daemonworld of Mirror-Torment?"

Silence.

And then—

"Sound the retreat."

Too late.

The God of Monsters had arrived at Cadia.

And the symphony of annihilation was only beginning.

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