My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 299

Vex’ahlia’s black eyes narrowed. "Three thousand five hundred? That’s five hundred more than Lord Satou’s initial intelligence suggested."

"The numbers have grown," Ssk’thar confird. "Additional kingdoms are contributing forces. The humans want overwhelming superiority to ensure victory."

"What about the four summoned heroes?" Grimnir asked. "Are they still the primary threat?"

"Yes," Satou said. "TheReaper’s warning indicated four heroes leading the assault. Their abilities remain our greatest concern—Gattychan with Villain’s Bane and Adaptive Evolution, Seraphelle with divine healing and buffs, Mikazelle with spatial control, Rindelle with catastrophic amplification."

Vex’ahlia pulled out a tactical notepad, already taking notes. "Countering overpowered hero abilities requires specialized approaches. My forces include mage-killers specifically trained to disrupt spellcasters and neutralize enhanced abilities. We can deploy them against the heroes."

"Good," Satou acknowledged. "But we’ll need comprehensive planning. Each hero requires different tactics."

"The Scaled Brethren excel at anti-magic combat," Ssk’thar added. "Our scales naturally resist many magical effects, and we’ve developed techniques for fighting enemies who rely on supernatural abilities. We can support the mage-killers."

"Orcs will handle the main infantry line," Urgak declared. "Let the humans try to break through an orc shield wall backed by fortified positions. We’ll grind their assault to pieces."

The eting continued for hours, coordinating forces, refining tactics, identifying gaps in preparation. What beca clear was that despite different backgrounds, each force brought unique strengths:

Loki’s forces provided sophisticated tactics and magical coordination.

The Scaled Brethren offered anti-magic capabilities and natural defensive advantages.

The orcs delivered raw power and unbreakable morale in close combat.

The hobgoblins and original settlers contributed intimate terrain knowledge and survival instincts.

Combined properly, they might actually survive this.

As the eting began wrapping up, the door opened. A ssenger entered, breathing hard.

"Lord Satou! Urgent news! Lord Loki has arrived—he says it’s critical!"

Everyone exchanged glances. Loki personally showing up ant sothing significant had happened.

"Send him in imdiately," Satou ordered.

Monts later, Loki swept into the room with his characteristic dramatic flair. His purple hair seed to shimr more than usual, and his golden eyes were bright with barely contained excitent.

"Satou!" Loki announced without preamble. "We found him. Richard Clay. Cassius located him."

The room went completely silent. Every eye fixed on Loki.

"Where?" Satou demanded, standing so quickly his chair scraped backward.

"A human nation far north of here—the Kingdom of Valstrath. It’s about five days’ journey traveling fast." Loki moved to the map, pointing to a location well beyond the settlent’s territory. "Cassius infiltrated the area during his mission and spotted Richard in a remote monastery. He’s alone, Satou. No guards. No temporal protections from Chronus. Vulnerable."

Satou’s heart raced. This was it—the opportunity they’d been waiting for. Kill Richard, cripple Chronus, eliminate one of their greatest enemies while he was exposed.

"How long will he be there?" Lyra asked, her tactical mind imdiately identifying the critical question.

"Unknown," Loki admitted. "Could be days, could be weeks. But Cassius said Richard appeared to be conducting so kind of research—studying ancient texts in the monastery’s library. Whatever he’s searching for is apparently important enough to leave Chronus’s protection."

"Then I need to move imdiately," Satou said. "Before he finishes his research and returns to Chronus."

"Agreed," Loki nodded. "But there are complications."

"Aren’t there always?"

Loki’s smile was sharp. "The Kingdom of Valstrath is deep in human territory. Hostile territory. Five days of travel through areas patrolled by human forces. The monastery itself is isolated but not undefended—monks with combat training, probably so magical wards."

"I’ll manage," Satou said. "I’ve faced worse odds."

"I’m coming with you," Jessica said imdiately, standing.

"As am I," Lyra added, her tone brooking no argunt.

Satou looked at both of them, seeing the determination in their eyes. Then he shook his head.

"No. You’re both staying here."

"Satou—" Jessica started.

"The settlent needs you," Satou interrupted gently but firmly. "Jessica, you’re coordinating all dical preparations. If I take you, those preparations lose their leader. Lyra, you’re managing integration of three different military forces plus overseeing defensive construction. Without you, coordination falls apart."

He took both their hands. "I know you want to co. I know you could help. But the settlent needs you more than I do for this mission. Please. Trust to handle this."

Jessica’s expression was conflicted—love warring with duty. Lyra looked pained but resigned.

"You’d better co back," Jessica said quietly.

"I will."

"Promise," Lyra demanded.

"I promise."

Urgak stood. "I’m going. You’ll need backup."

"No," Satou said. "You’re needed here to lead the orcs. Commander Vex’ahlia is still integrating her forces—having you here ensures smooth coordination."

"Then Kelvin—"

"Stays. He’s managing scouts and intelligence networks." Satou looked around the room. "Everyone here is critical to settlent defense. I can’t afford to pull any of you away."

"So you’re going alone into hostile territory to assassinate one of the most dangerous beings in the demon realm?" Chief Ssk’thar asked, his sibilant voice carrying disbelief. "That’s not strategy, Lord Satou. That’s suicide."

"I agree," Vex’ahlia added. "Even for soone of your capabilities, infiltrating deep into human territory alone is extraordinarily dangerous."

"I don’t have a choice," Satou said. "This opportunity won’t last. Richard could leave at any mont. If I wait, if I try to organize a full strike team and coordinate departure, he’ll be gone before we arrive."

"He’s right," Loki said reluctantly. "Ti is critical. But—" His golden eyes glead with mischief. "—who said he’d be going alone?"

Everyone looked at him.

"I can’t spare my command staff," Loki continued. "But you’ll need a guide. Soone who knows the territory, can navigate through hostile areas, and won’t be missed if they disappear for ten days."

He raised his voice slightly, speaking to the apparently empty air beside him. "Sylvara, stop lurking and introduce yourself properly."

For a mont, nothing happened.

Then reality seed to ripple, and a figure materialized beside Loki where nothing had been seconds before.

Half the people in the room jumped. Hands flew to weapons. Vex’ahlia was on her feet instantly, magical energy crackling around her hands. Even Urgak looked surprised, which almost never happened.