Chapter 61: Spearhead of the God-Beast
Roughly an hour after liftoff, the Genesis broke free of the planet's gravity, her engines roaring as she carved through the void. Her ascent was steady, precise—almost eerily so for a battleship of her size.
In orbit above, the Tyranid swarm fleet had only just returned to formation when they spotted her—a lone Imperial warship, punching its way into the stars.
The Norn Queen, observing from the command core of the broodship, immediately grew agitated. This was not in her calculations. She screeched an order across the synapse network, and within moments, twenty Tyranid bioships repositioned to intercept the Genesis. There would be no escape this time. They would tear it apart piece by piece, digest its reactor core, and regrow it as biomass.
Despite her might, the Genesis now faced a fleet many times her number. Even an Imperial battleship—one with hardened adamantium armor and blessed void shields—could be overwhelmed by a swarm this size.
Normally, at this point, the Imperial Navy would resort to one of two tactics: boarding actions… or decapitation strikes.
"Void shields to full," Captain Wade commanded from his throne, fully interfaced with the ship's systems. "Engines to maximum burn. Target the largest bioship. Ramming trajectory confirmed."
"You're just going to plow through them?" one of the bridge officers asked.
"Yes," Isis said flatly. "We're going to hit every single one that gets in our way."
Captain Wade offered no protest. "Understood." Locked into the command chair, he could see the enemy swarm vessels closing in on all sides through his augmented optics. There was no room for hesitation now.
The Genesis surged forward, engines flaring white-hot. Ahead lay a blockade of Tyranid vessels—massive organic shapes bristling with bioplasma cannons, spore launchers, and lash-whip tentacles.
And the Genesis? She simply slammed straight into them.
"Brace for impact!"
A 10-kilometer-long Imperial warship, ramming at full acceleration, was not something even the Hive Mind took lightly. The first bioship to meet her path—a narwhal-shaped vessel with a blade-like prow—tried to parry the blow, but failed. The Genesis' prow struck it square, splitting the bioship in half with a wet, sickening crack.
Even from inside the hangar bay, Godzilla saw it—the void shield flaring, then the splash of blood and bone as the Tyranid ship was torn apart like wet parchment.
'When can I rip one of those in half with my bare claws?' Godzilla mused, his eyes glowing.
Not yet. Not in his current form. But that day would come.
Still, he could play his part.
As the Genesis endured the second and third waves of bioship fire, void shields flickering dangerously, a sharp beam of blue light lanced out from the starboard hangar—Godzilla's atomic breath. The radioactive blast cut through space like a lightsaber, striking a Tyranid vessel square-on.
The bioship's chitinous armor offered no resistance. The beam punched clean through one side and out the other, leaving behind molten viscera and seared carapace.
'Oh, right,' Godzilla realized with a smug thrum of pride. 'The swarm doesn't use shields.'
Tyranid bioships relied purely on their organic armor. Durable, yes—but not enough to stop Godzilla's raw radiation.
The beam carved the enemy vessel in half, splattering space with steaming gore. For a moment, the Genesis had breathing room—and that was all she needed.
Ahead loomed the broodship—the monstrous vessel housing the Norn Queen herself. It was even larger than the Genesis, bloated and pulsating with life. The source of the swarm's synaptic control.
Isis pointed toward it. "Ram that one."
Captain Wade didn't hesitate. "Aye, High Priestess."
He whispered a final prayer to the Emperor, throttled the engines to overload, and sent the Genesis hurtling forward with everything she had.
The impact was catastrophic. With a colossal crunch, the bow of the Genesis buried itself deep into the side of the broodship. Chitin shattered. Tendons tore. Bio-acid vented into space like geysers. Half of the Genesis' hull vanished into the Tyranid mothership in a single violent motion.
Void shields collapsed. The engines went dark. But the spear had been thrown—and now it was time for the monster to follow.
From the shattered hangar bay of the Genesis, Godzilla leapt.
His roar echoed through the broodship's inner chambers, amplified by the fleshy tunnels and pulsing orifices. The walls seemed to quiver in response, as if the ship itself felt fear.
Inside the hive, the Norn Queen screeched—not in rage, but in something dangerously close to panic.
She knew what this was.
If she died, the entire synaptic network would collapse. The fleet would fall into chaos. A new Queen could be born, but not immediately. And even then, it might not retain the same memories, coordination, or strategic acumen.
This couldn't happen. It must not happen.
The broodship immediately began birthing biotitans in the surrounding chambers, hoping to delay Godzilla's advance. But it was already too late.
Godzilla had breached the inner walls.
His claws tore through the living tissue of the ship like paper. The bio-matter was dense but not reinforced—meant to house small units or repel Astartes, not contain something of his scale.
Swarm after swarm of Tyranid creatures poured from the fleshy corridors—gaunts, genestealers, acid-firing beasts, and fleshborer drones. They crawled across Godzilla's body, biting, spitting, latching on with claws and mandibles.
Godzilla didn't flinch.
He grinned.
'Perfect time to test a new trick.'
A pulse of white energy lit up his scales. The glow intensified between the plates of his back, and with a concussive crack, a burst of force erupted from him like a psionic shockwave.
Dozens—hundreds—of smaller Tyranid organisms were blasted apart mid-lunge, their bodies reduced to shredded limbs and vaporized biomass. The corridor was instantly painted in gore.
Godzilla let out a low growl of satisfaction.
'Damn, that felt good.'
The Norn Queen reeled. What was this thing?! Small units couldn't even reach him without being blown apart. How could she defend herself?
But it was too late.
Godzilla had reached her chamber.
There she was: the Norn Queen—monstrous, bloated, fused to the very neural cortex of the broodship. Her long ovipositor-like body pulsed with organic fluids, and her head twisted unnaturally to face her foe. Her limbs were vestigial, useless against something of his mass.
Still, she roared—defiant.
Two massive Norn Messengers stepped forward, guardians grown for her defense. They stood barely 20 meters tall. To a Space Marine, they would have been titans.
To Godzilla?
They were nothing but speed bumps.
And he wasn't slowing down.
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