Chapter 38: Titans and Tombships
High above the battlefield, the sky tore with green lightning as the Elegy-class assault ship finally descended into Godzilla's line of sight.
Unlike the clumsy juggernauts of other factions, the Necron navy could maneuver within planetary atmospheres with ease. The reason was simple: the technological disparity between the Necrons and every other race was not a gap—it was a chasm carved by forgotten eons. They were not just advanced. They were transcendent.
Their ships ignored the Warp. They ignored inertia. They ignored the rules.
'Necron ship, huh...' Godzilla squinted at the crescent-shaped silhouette carving through the sky.
[New Mission: Destroy the Elegy-Class Assault Ship]
[Objective: A Necron Dirge-class vessel has entered atmosphere, targeting you directly. Its commander does not yet understand what he's challenging. Even the most ancient lords of the galaxy cannot match the might of Earth's primal king.]
[Reward: Choose between War Dragon Godzilla and New Age Godzilla.]
'Tch. Another evolution form as a reward? Fine by me. These chrome skeletons have always rubbed me the wrong way.'
The assault ship wasn't massive by Necron standards, but even so, it was a sky-borne titan—easily the length of a kilometer. Worse, it was built entirely of living metal, the Necrons' infamous regenerative material. Radiation? Solar flares? Nebular gas storms? Meaningless. Even grievous damage wouldn't stop it. It could simply fade out, dematerializing into some unknowable dimension to avoid destruction.
A normal faction might throw troops at Godzilla. Trazyn the Infinite had thrown an assault ship.
"You'll be the crown jewel in my collection, Godzilla," Trazyn murmured from high above, gazing at the battlefield below like a museum curator observing a rare specimen. His voice was amused, yet edged with reverence. "Now… behold the firepower of a true Necron Overlord."
The green "eye" at the heart of the Elegy began to glow ominously. Inside its crescent hull, the [Arc Lightning Projector] spun up. Solar energy, stored and weaponized, roared to life. From the ship's underbelly, tendrils of charged green lightning lanced downward.
The sky ignited.
The first arc struck the ground with the force of divine judgment, discharging into a sea of Lizardmen. Though the majority had sensed danger and scattered, not all had escaped in time. The arcs seared the earth, creating a killing field of electrified stone. Currents coiled like serpents and tore through anything organic. Even Lizardmen—massive, primal creatures in their own right—fell twitching.
Only one figure stood defiant amid the storm.
Godzilla.
Trazyn wasn't surprised. "If he dies, he's worthless. But we must weaken him."
Necron Scarabs swarmed, laying down stasis fields. Their goal was clear: capture, not kill.
Godzilla glanced down at the nearest Scarab.
Crunch.
One step. One pulverized Necron drone.
Trazyn's glowing eye narrowed. "Impossible."
Godzilla was moving. Not staggering. Not crawling. Advancing.
"Inconceivable. Even under a full Elegy-class bombardment…"
Electricity surged through Godzilla's colossal body, finding every crack, every nerve cluster. The pain was immense. It was meant to be. But Godzilla endured.
'Hurts like hell… but I've had worse.'
Second-generation Godzilla—born from nuclear flame and forged in apocalypse—refused to kneel.
'There's got to be a Tomb World nearby. No way a Necron battleship would show up on a backwater without support.'
He raised his head and roared.
It wasn't just defiance—it was a declaration.
"INCREASE OUTPUT."
Trazyn issued the command with barely concealed irritation. This specimen had gone from curio to complication.
The Elegy pulsed. Power surged to maximum. Arcs no longer lashed—they drilled. They wormed into flesh like heated spears. Even Godzilla's ancient hide began to smoke and split.
And still... he moved.
From his dorsal spines, arcs of green lightning began to respond—absorbing, coiling, transforming.
"...He's converting the energy," Trazyn whispered, the awe in his voice growing. "He's using the Elegy's attack as fuel?"
Few things in the galaxy could survive that ship's wrath. Even fragments of a C'tan had disintegrated beneath it.
And yet, Godzilla stood tall. Power was building inside him, atomic fire roaring to life. The dorsal plates glowed with radioactive light tinged with stolen green electricity.
From his mouth, a breath weapon of pure devastation began to charge.
"He's preparing a retaliatory strike," Trazyn said, now openly fascinated. "This... I must preserve this moment."
He reached for a data-recorder, but the moment had already exploded into chaos.
The beam—Godzilla's atomic breath—lanced upward like a pillar of wrath. The Elegy met it with a counter-barrage of arc lightning. Blue met green in a sky-shattering collision, the two beams tearing at one another, vaporizing clouds and burning atmospheric layers.
Fifty meters of Earth-born fury against a kilometer of Necron might.
The odds favored the ship.
Godzilla didn't care.
Neither, apparently, did the Emperor's Will—or something close to it.
From the highest spires of the Imperial hive, anti-aircraft guns—previously silent—suddenly came to life.
BOOM.
Explosions lanced beneath the Elegy. Entire decks rocked.
"Who gave the order to fire?!" an Imperial officer shrieked, pistol drawn and pressed against the helmet of a terrified gunner.
"I-It wasn't me, sir! I swear by the Golden Throne, the gun fired on its own! I was just tracking targets like I was told—!"
Other guns joined in. Turrets rotated without human control. Fire control systems activated independently. The very machinery of the Imperium seemed to rebel.
Even the main macro-cannon—its barrel wider than a Rhino transport—tilted upward with eerie precision.
BOOM.
A shell nearly the size of Godzilla himself screamed skyward and exploded beneath the Elegy. The impact rocked the vessel, throwing its trajectory off and disrupting the arc field bombardment.
Godzilla didn't waste the opening.
KA-THOOM!
His atomic breath tore into the center of the ship, splitting its crescent hull from spine to core. The blue-green beam carved through its systems, punching clean through its eye and erupting from its back like a geyser of nuclear flame.
The ancient Necron vessel, for the first time in this battle, began to fall.
Black smoke billowed from its core. Living metal screamed, warping and twisting. The Elegy-class ship, marvel of lost eras, spiraled downward—dying not with a whisper, but with a roar.
And far below, Godzilla stood alone, wreathed in the glow of atomic fire, his dorsal spines still flickering with energy.
The ancient king of Earth had spoken.
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