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..."

Monument One’s temporal ankh completed its spin, and Nephthys experienced her own death across multiple timelines simultaneously. In one timeline she died by lightning, in another by dimensional severance, in a third by temporal dissolution. The goddess of mourning became her own subject, scattered across realities that could no longer contain her fragmented essence.

Her death-scream echoed across dimensions as she became the first god to fall to mortal artifice.

Sobek, the crocodile god of the Nile, witnessed Nephthys’s destruction and roared with primal fury. His massive form, part man and part primordial reptile, charged forward with jaws that could devour cities. He had crushed armies beneath his scaled hide, and no mortal creation would deny him his divine right to destroy.

But as he lunged toward Monument One’s legs, seeking to topple the construct through sheer predatory fury, the monument’s dimensional khopesh swept downward with impossible precision.

The curved blade didn’t cut through Sobek’s hide—it cut through the space where his hide existed. One moment the crocodile god was whole and terrible, his divine essence blazing with the fury of the sacred river. The next, his massive form was falling in perfectly severed sections, each piece existing in a different dimensional layer where they could not rejoin.

Sobek’s death-bellow echoed across the battlefield as his essence scattered across multiple realities, each fragment dying separately in spaces that had no names. The god who had ruled the Nile since before human memory became nothing more than scattered concepts.

Nut, goddess of the sky, witnessed the systematic destruction of her fellow deities and made a desperate gambit. She spread her star-covered form across the heavens, her body becoming the night itself, constellations blazing along her divine flesh as she sought to trap Monument One within the dome of her being.

But Monument One’s lightning sword crackled with electrical fury. The blade pierced upward, not striking Nut’s physical form but stabbing directly into the space she occupied as sky itself.

Thunder rolled across the desert as divine lightning met mortal-crafted electricity in a collision that sent shock waves through the desert. For a moment, day and night flickered back and forth across the heavens as Nut’s control over the sky wavered under assault from forces that refused to recognise her authority.

Then Monument One’s temporal ankh began to spin, and time itself became a weapon against the goddess of the sky. Around Nut’s struggling form, moments began to compress and expand like an accordion of reality. She experienced her own birth and death simultaneously, felt the weight of every star she had ever carried crushing her across multiple timelines.

The goddess of the sky fell like a dying constellation, her star-covered form creating new patterns of light as she crashed into the desert floor. Where she struck, the sand turned to obsidian glass that reflected not the current battle, but fragments of her own death across all possible timelines—a cosmic obituary written in crystallised time.

Three gods had fallen to Monument One’s engineered fury, their divine essences feeding the construct’s healing systems as it prepared to claim more victims.

Garduck, renewed by the sight of their enemy’s blood, roared his approval as he charged back into the fray. His frame, still bearing the wounds from his earlier defeat, moved with the fury of one who had tasted humiliation and found it bitter beyond bearing.

"Now this is more like it!" he bellowed, his silver hair streaming behind him as he leapt toward a formation of war-sphinxes. His colossal strength, amplified by rage and the intoxicating scent of divine ichor, allowed him to grab two of the massive constructs and use them as weapons against their brothers.

Stone screamed against stone as Garduck’s improvised flails crushed through the Egyptian ranks. Each impact sent shock waves through the sand, toppling entire formations, his demonic laughter mixing with the sounds of shattering monuments.

Luna had found her second wind as well, her emerald flames roaring back to life as she witnessed the fall of gods who had seemed untouchable moments before. Her serpentine fire, fed by the chaos of the battlefield, began to take on new properties—each flame now carried within it a fragment of the divine essences that had been spilt.

"Burn in the fires of your own mortality!" she roared, her green eyes blazing with vindictive joy as her enhanced flames devoured a company of mummified priests.

Set danced through the battlefield like a living whirlwind of chaos, his red eyes gleaming with malicious delight as he witnessed the systematic deconstruction of his ancient enemies. Where his power touched, reality became suggestion—solid became liquid, up became down, cause preceded effect.

"Do you see now, brothers?" he called to the other chaos gods, his canine features split by a savage grin. "This is what happens when chaos finds a mortal strong enough to channel it! Order crumbles, as it always must!"

Apep’s coils crushed through ranks of hieroglyphs, the living symbols dissolving into meaningless scribbles as they encountered the World-Serpent’s primordial essence. His ancient voice rumbled with satisfaction as he felt the foundations of Egyptian cosmic law beginning to crack.