Chapter 46: WAAAGH Meets Worldbreaker
The void battlefront was in chaos.
As the planetary colossus that was Godzilla's world began to drift into the heart of the space engagement, every ship on the field reacted the same way—retreat at full burn. Not even the Eldar dared to hold formation. Prophet Alana's cruiser, the flagship of the expedition, initiated emergency maneuvering away from the coming gravitational disaster.
After all, this was no moon.
It was a planet.
The last time the galaxy saw something like this on a battlefield, the Imperium was still recovering from the ancient scars of the War of the Beast, more than thirty millennia past.
Godzilla's world loomed into the debris field of shattered hulls and ruined voidcraft. The gravity well began pulling in scattered wreckage. Like a scavenger god gathering offerings, the planet's atmosphere began to consume the smaller pieces—burning them up in frictional flame. Only the largest, most stubborn hulks survived reentry, crashing down like metal rain.
Some, unfortunately, had passengers.
A contingent of Eldar Rangers and a much larger swarm of greenskin orks had been caught too close. Their ships were unable to escape the event horizon of the world's approach. They plunged to the surface along with the debris, crash-landing with varying degrees of success.
But in Warhammer 40,000, fate never plays favorites.
Not even for beautiful space elves.
A lone Eldar Ranger emerged from her scorched skimmer pod, muttering an ancient curse to Asuryan under her breath. Her spiritbone mesh armor shimmered faintly in the afterglow of orbital fire. She adjusted her long-coat and slipped on her mask and hood. The fabric subtly shifted color to match the glowing underbrush around her.
Her footsteps made no sound. Her rifle was steady. Her eyes sharp.
Yet she frowned as she scanned the landscape. The flora were glowing—radiating soft pulses of blue light. Beautiful, but deadly.
Radiation, she noted grimly. Lots of it.
Still, her Aeldari biology was more resilient than a mon-keigh's. It wouldn't kill her immediately. She melted into the forest shadows, perfectly camouflaged.
Above, the skies were weeping fire.
Meteor-like impacts streaked downward. One particularly massive object—a battle meteorite, the orks' crude method of orbital insertion—punched through the atmosphere. The sheer bulk of the asteroid absorbed most of the reentry damage, shielding the greenskins packed inside.
Upon impact, the meteorite split open like a rotten fruit—and the orks poured out.
Green bodies, crude guns, wild WAAAGH!-screaming madness.
They opened fire on the jungle without target or purpose. As expected, several orks were gunned down by their own reckless salvos. Their laughter and shouting only grew louder.
"WAAAGH!"
Then, the leader arrived.
The ground thudded as a towering ork stepped out from the meteorite's wrecked hull. Nearly three meters tall, his silhouette stood apart—lumbering, powerful, draped in a haphazard mix of armor and pirate regalia. A glowing red cyber-eye scanned the landscape as he folded his arms behind his back.
The juxtaposition was jarring.
Surrounded by manic, screaming boyz, the ork leader stood in calm, regal stillness… until he raised a massive slugga into the air and bellowed:
"BOYZ! GIT STUCK IN!!"
The green tide charged, stampeding into the glowing jungle.
The warboss didn't move. He stayed where he was, watching. Despite appearances, the higher you climbed in WAAAGH! hierarchy, the more cunning you became. Brute strength made you big—but smarts kept you alive.
That's when he heard it.
A rhythmic, thunderous thump… thump… thump… Like tectonic plates grinding.
The boss squinted. His cybernetic eye zoomed in.
A shadow was moving through the forest. Trees fell like wheat. Birds and lesser creatures fled. Even the glowing foliage seemed to recoil from the oncoming presence.
Then he saw it.
"By Gork's gob, what the zog is THAT?!"
Even the battle-hardened warboss—who had calmly stood through a meteor's descent—was stunned.
"That thing's bigger than me Squiggle!!!"
He wasn't wrong.
The towering beast closing in was none other than Godzilla himself.
He moved with purpose, his massive frame framed by the flickering light of post-explosion embers. The warboss blinked, then looked back toward the fallen meteorite.
He had an idea.
Use the meteorite like a boarding pod. Ride it into the monster. That'd be real WAAAGH!
A rumble echoed from within the broken meteorite.
With a groaning shriek of torn metal, something enormous tore its way free from the asteroid's core. It was stitched together from rusted plates, looted scrap, reactor tubing, and spare bolted armor.
A towering silhouette emerged.
A Gargant.
More specifically, a Ku Juji-class Ancient Gargant, the orks' closest equivalent to a Titan.
Slapped together with enthusiasm and zero engineering standards, Ku Juji units were titanic war machines powered by scrap reactors, noisy orks, and sheer belief. No two Gargants were ever the same, and this one… this one was absurdly large.
Taller than even Godzilla.
Atop the mechanical behemoth stood the pirate warboss, waving a crude scimitar.
"BROTHER MAO'S DA STRONGEST! CHARGE 'IM, LADZ! FOUR 'EADS HIGH!!"
Inside the Gargant's torso, orks scurried into their positions, yelling across internal vox-channels, pulling levers, hitting buttons with fists or teeth.
The Gargant began to lumber forward.
Weapons fired.
A massive barrel mounted in the machine's skull belched a flaming shell. The impact struck Godzilla square in the chest, staggering him for a moment.
Just a moment.
Smoke curled from the spot of impact. Godzilla paused—more annoyed than harmed.
Then, slowly, he leaned forward again. His dorsal plates began to flicker with power.
The greenskins screamed in joy.
This was the fight they wanted.
Big. Loud. Violent. WAAAGH!
The Gargant roared its klaxon. Godzilla opened his jaws, charging up his atomic breath. Jungle trees ignited from residual energy discharge. The earth beneath their feet cracked and trembled.
The battle between the monster of nature and the mechanical god of scrap was about to begin.
And above them all, Eldar scouts observed from afar—watching in horrified awe as the world descended into full-scale apocalyptic madness.
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