When his breath was ready, he aimed at his target.
Fire!
As Godzilla charged forward at high speed, it unleashed a devastating plasma beam toward the distant black dots in the sky. The concentrated energy tore through the atmosphere, traveling hundreds of times the speed of sound, covering a staggering fifty kilometers in an ultra-long-range strike.
The ion beam expanded into a massive fire cloud as it advanced—a literal storm of flames, capable of reducing a thriving landscape to a white wasteland.
Several dozen kilometers away, the transport aircraft fleet was desperately retreating, aiming to reach the sea near Osaka to escape Godzilla's wrath. But it was too late. The fire cloud from Godzilla's breath was already closing in.
"Faster! Even faster!"
"Ascend! Now!"
"We're about to make contact! Hold on!"
Inside the transport aircraft, frantic voices filled the cabins. Pilots pushed their engines to the limit, AI systems calculating the fastest possible escape routes. The heavy transport helicopters roared, struggling to gain altitude, their turbines maxed out as they raced against the expanding inferno behind them.
But it wasn't enough.
The scorching fire cloud surged forward, engulfing the entire formation in an instant. The transport fleet had no cover, no defense. Even though the energy had weakened after spreading over such a vast distance, it remained devastating.
Several dozen of the rearmost aircraft were caught in the firestorm, their hulls melting before plummeting in fiery streaks. The remaining planes, struggling against the blistering heat, managed to break free from the outer edges of the breath, escaping just as the temperature became bearable.
A brief moment of relief swept through the surviving aircraft.
Then, another breath followed.
A stronger, closer blast tore through the sky, obliterating the entire remaining formation before they could react.
Godzilla observed from the ground. A significant portion of the fleet had been annihilated, but there were still survivors. It unleashed another beam, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing aircraft. By now, the monster had closed the distance to thirty kilometers. At this range, escape was nearly impossible.
Five waves of transport aircraft formations fell before Godzilla's relentless onslaught, their remains scattering across the sky in burning fragments. Yet some managed to escape, vanishing over the sea where Godzilla's speed was limited. In the water, it could only reach a maximum of 150 knots—around 277 kilometers per hour. The heavy transport planes, capable of reaching 500 kilometers per hour, outpaced the titan, ensuring their survival.
What a pity.
Still, the destruction was substantial. The remaining humans could be dealt with later. There was time.
Turning its attention away from the battlefield, Godzilla gazed upon the city it had entered—Osaka. Until now, it had only truly explored one human city: Tokyo. Now, it had the chance to see another.
Despite its nature as a destroyer, Godzilla appreciated human cities. In Tokyo, it had wandered for hours, marveling at the intricate structures. Now, in Osaka, it was eager to explore once more.
From its inherited memories, Godzilla understood that each city had its own unique charm. Even though humans had devastated the world, they were undeniably the most creative and rapidly advancing species on the planet. According to the knowledge it possessed, they were also the only ones capable of venturing beyond Earth.
Humans were despicable, yet fascinating.
Godzilla strolled through the steel jungle of Osaka, observing the city's structured beauty. Towering skyscrapers stretched toward the sky, arranged in a perfect industrial symphony. There was a distinct, methodical order to human construction, something that even the beast could admire.
But something was missing.
Godzilla knew from its memories that Osaka, like Tokyo, would have been even more stunning when illuminated by neon lights. It regretted never seeing such a sight. Now, the city was dark, lifeless.
This time, Godzilla was more careful than in Tokyo. It avoided crushing buildings, keeping its perspective low to observe the smaller details of human life. It had seen enough grand structures—now, it wanted to witness the delicate intricacies of human civilization.
It found abandoned shops, remnants of a thriving commercial world. Even after the nuclear devastation, humanity had rebuilt to some extent. The existence of these establishments hinted at their resilience, their determination to survive.
Not bad at all.
Yet, as Godzilla wandered the silent streets, a familiar fire ignited within.
Exploration was over.
Now, it was time for destruction.