Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest Chapter 547: The War of First & Last 2

No words were spoken. No battle cries echoed across the golden plains. The ti for speeches had ended.

Adam struck first.

Wings unfolded from his back as he launched himself skyward, plasma blade carving an arc of destruction through the air. Chaotic flas wreathed his form like living shadow, and he blinked out of existence for a heartbeat before materialising directly above Marduk’s transford figure.

The god moved with brutal efficiency. One hand swept upward, deflecting Adam’s blade with a gauntlet that blazed with accumulated divine might. The impact sent shockwaves rippling across the ziggurat, cracking golden stones that had stood for millennia.

Adam blinked again, reappearing to Marduk’s left, his second blade materialising in his free hand. Both weapons struck simultaneously—one high, one low—but Marduk twisted with inhuman speed, allowing the attacks to pass harmlessly through empty air.

"Too slow," the god rumbled, his fist driving toward Adam’s chest.

Adam’s wings folded around him like a shield, absorbing the impact that would have shattered mountains. The force still sent him tumbling through the air, dark flas trailing behind him like a falling star.

Before Adam could recover, Tiamat’s transformation began.

Her human form exploded outward in a cascade of primordial chaos. Scales the color of deep ocean replaced flesh, and her size increased until she towered above the ziggurats themselves. Wings that spanned islands unfolded from her back, each mbrane containing swirling galaxies of chaos. Her roar shook the foundations of reality, a sound that had terrified gods before the first mortal drew breath.

The cosmic dragon of chaos had awakened.

From their elevated positions on the ziggurat tiers, the sopotamian gods watched in tense silence. Enlil gripped the stone railing before him, his knuckles white as he witnessed the return of their ancient nesis. Shamash blazed with nervous energy, solar light flickering like a candle in the wind. Ishtar’s beautiful face was twisted with barely contained fear—she rembered the first war, rembered how Tiamat’s armies had scattered divine forces like leaves before a hurricane.

"He can handle this," Ea murmured from his position near the peak, but his voice carried doubt that made the other gods shift uncomfortably.

They had given their power to Marduk for exactly this purpose. Their king would fight while they watched, unable to intervene even if they wanted to. All their strength now resided in a single vessel, and if that vessel failed...

Marduk’s eyes narrowed as he recognised the true scope of his opponent. This was not just a diminished goddess, but the living embodint of primordial fury that had birthed the first rebels to ever threaten the foundation of order he had established. Her presence alone began unmaking the carefully structured reality of the divine city.

Tiamat’s massive head swept down, jaws opening to reveal teeth like broken stars. Marduk leapt to et her, divine power crackling around his fists as he drove both hands into her snout. The impact created a sonic boom that leveled three lesser ziggurats, but Tiamat’s head barely moved.

Her tail, massive as a mountain range, swept around to crush the god against the central spire. Marduk caught it with both hands, muscles straining against primordial strength that had shaped the cosmos itself. Golden light blazed from his armor as fifty gods’ worth of power flowed through his fra.

The god of order held his ground, but the effort carved lines of strain across his features—Tiamat’s strength was beyond divine comprehension.

Around the base of the ziggurats, Adam’s generals spread out to engage whatever opposition they could find, but the sight before them was surreal. The sopotamian gods remained on their perches, watching the titanic battle unfold with expressions of fascination and terror.

Ifrit’s orange flas roared to life as he searched for targets, but found only empty air and golden stone. The gods had withdrawn completely, leaving the field to their champion.

"We can’t reach them?" Garduck snarled, his muscles coiled for combat that had yet to begin.

Maven circled overhead in his dragon form, bronze scales gleaming as he scanned for threats. "They’re just watching," he called down, confusion evident in his draconic voice.

Shihan lowered her bow, shadow arrows dissolving as she realised there were no imdiate targets. The sopotamian gods stood or sat in their elevated positions like spectators at so cosmic arena, their faces turned toward the battle between their champion and the forces of chaos.

The fallen angels regrouped, their formation designed for multi-target combat rendered useless by the absence of opposition. Zane’s twin blades glead in the divine light, but there was nothing to cut. Zephyr’s crackling whip hung limp at his side. Morwen’s bone-lyre produced no lodies of entropy—there were no gods close enough to hear them. Victoria’s spear point dropped toward the ground. Sarah’s void flas flickered with uncertainty, her darkness finding no light to devour.

"They’ve put everything into him," Adam realised, his dark flas guttering as understanding dawned. The sopotamian strategy was devastatingly simple—fifty gods had beco one, leaving their individual forms as empty shells that existed only to witness the outco.

Marduk confird this assessnt by releasing Tiamat’s tail and raising his hands to the sky. "Behold the weakness of chaos!" he thundered, his voice carrying across the golden plains. "Divided forces scattered like leaves, while order stands united!"

The god began to weave magic with gestures that commanded reality itself. The air around him shimred as elental forces responded to his will. Fire blazed from his left hand—not the crude flas of lesser beings, but the pure essence of combustion that could burn through divine flesh. Ice crystallised from his right hand, cold so absolute it could freeze the concept of motion itself.

Tiamat lunged forward, seeking to interrupt his casting, but Marduk completed the spell with inhuman speed. Twin streams of opposing elents t in the space between them, creating a vortex of steam and energy that expanded outward like an exploding star.

The dragon goddess’s advance halted as she was caught in the elental maelstrom. Fire seared her scales while ice tried to lock her joints in place. But chaos adapted where order remained rigid—her form began to shift and flow, becoming liquid in so places to avoid the ice, hardening in others to resist the flas.

Adam seized the mont of distraction. His wings carried him forward in a diving attack, both plasma blades extended to pierce Marduk’s back. But the god spun with supernatural awareness, one hand grabbing Adam by the throat while the other gestured toward the ground.

The earth responded to Marduk’s command. Golden stone flowed like water, rising up to form massive hands that grasped at Adam’s legs. The rebel blinked out of existence just as the stone fingers closed, reappearing ten ters away only to find Marduk already turning toward him.

"Wind," the god of order commanded, and the air itself beca his weapon. Gales strong enough to level cities struck Adam from three directions simultaneously, buffeting him like a leaf in a hurricane. His dark flas were scattered by the assault, leaving him montarily vulnerable.

Marduk’s fist drove toward Adam’s chest with the force of falling mountains. Adam’s wings folded around him again, but this ti the god’s accumulated strength was too much. The impact drove him down into the golden ground, creating a crater twenty feet deep and fifty feet across.

From the ziggurat tiers, Ninhursag gasped as she witnessed the devastating blow. "Did he...?"

"No," Ea replied, his ancient eyes tracking movent in the crater. "But he’s hurt."