Chapter 466: The Last Dawn 6
The moment Monument One completed its fusion, the very air of the battlefield changed. What had been a chaotic melee between gods and demons transformed into something else entirely—a war between the established order of divinity and the ascendant will of mortal ambition.
Ozymandias raised his arms from atop his ancient walls, his golden necklace blazing like a captured star as his voice boomed across the desert with the authority of absolute command. "Now we show these so-called gods what true power looks like!"
Ozymandias remained atop his ancient walls, his bronzed form gleaming in the desert sun as he directed the battle with the casual authority of a master strategist. His golden necklace pulsed with each command he gave, orchestrating forces that made even gods tremble.
"Monument One," he called, his voice carrying across the battlefield with absolute authority. "Show them why mortals build what gods cannot destroy."
The fused colossus responded to its master’s command, its four arms moving with newfound purpose. The lightning sword crackled as it sought its first divine target, while the temporal ankh spun with reality-warping power.
Nephthys, goddess of mourning and night, was weaving shadows to bind Luna’s retreating form when Monument One’s massive form descended upon her like a mountain. She turned, her beautiful features twisted with divine fury as she beheld the approaching construct.
"You think your mortal creation can—"
Her words became a scream as Monument One’s lightning sword pierced through her divine essence. But this was not merely a physical blow—the weapon carried within it the accumulated fury of every storm that had ever raged, refined through mortal engineering into something that could wound concepts themselves.
Nephthys doubled over, ichor spilling from her lips as she felt something impossible happening to her divine nature. The goddess of night was... fading. Not dying, but being systematically deleted from reality as Monument One’s dimensional khopesh followed up the lightning sword’s strike, cutting through the very space where her divinity existed.
"Impossible," she gasped, her form already beginning to scatter like shadow before dawn. "Gods cannot be... not by..."