My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 429

Seraphina considered for a long mont before answering.

"If the heroes are still wounded enough that Gattychan can’t maintain Villain’s Bane effectively... I can fight at close to full power. I could kill possibly two hundred soldiers before they contain . That buys ti and inflicts casualties."

"But?"

"But Elric is cautious. He’ll wait until the heroes are recovered enough to suppress . He won’t risk his soldiers against full demon lord power. So assu I’m fighting at one-tenth effectiveness again."

"In that case?"

"In that case... no. We can’t survive. One hundred eighty-three defenders versus nineteen hundred fifty soldiers plus four heroes plus sixteen Fallen Heroes. The odds don’t support any victory scenario."

Lyra nodded slowly. She’d reached the sa conclusion.

"Loki’s reinforcents arrive likely tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes. Fifteen hundred soldiers. But they won’t reach us until after the dawn assault. We need to survive approximately six to eight hours between when Elric attacks and when Loki arrives."

"Can we hold for eight hours?"

"Against those odds? No. We’ll be overrun in two, maybe three hours maximum."

Silence.

Both commanders sat with the reality that tomorrow would bring overwhelming defeat.

"We could surrender," Lyra said quietly. "Send ssenger to Elric. Offer to lay down arms in exchange for civilian safety and soldier rcy."

"Elric might accept that," Seraphina acknowledged. "He’s demonstrated tactical honor. He might allow terms."

"But?"

"But I’m a demon lord. The Church doesn’t negotiate with demon lords. They’d demand I submit to binding and sealing. Permanent imprisonnt. I’d be locked in a crystal for eternity."

"Would you accept that to save the settlent?"

Seraphina was silent for a long ti.

"I don’t know," she finally admitted. "Part of says yes—sacrifice myself to save everyone else. But another part rembers I’ve lived three hundred seventy-two years. I’ve built this power. I’ve trained students. I’ve created knowledge and technique that took centuries to develop. Surrendering ans all of that ends. Forever."

She looked at Lyra.

"What would you do?"

Lyra considered.

"I’d probably surrender if it saved the settlent.The cost-benefit analysis favors sacrificing myself over sacrificing hundreds of others."

"But you’re goblin. You naturally prioritize goblin-scale thinking—decades, not centuries. I’m demon. My ti-scale is different. Three hundred years invested in power and knowledge... that’s hard to surrender."

"Even to save lives?"

"Even then," Seraphina admitted. "Which probably makes selfish. Or realistic. Or both."

They sat in silence.

"I am sorry for considering surrender " Said Lyra as she slaps both of her cheeks with both hands as a punishnt for her thinking of surrendering.

"We’re not surrendering," Lyra finally said. "We fight tomorrow. We make them pay for every yard. We survive until Loki arrives. And if we don’t survive... we die knowing we fought with everything we had."

"Agreed."

"What about tonight? Any preparations we can make to improve tomorrow’s odds?"

Seraphina thought tactically.

"I can prepare large-scale corruption spells. Charge them tonight while I have ti. Deploy them tomorrow during the assault. Mass casualty attacks that might kill fifty to a hundred soldiers at once."

"Do it. Every human casualty tomorrow is one less we have to fight."

"What will you do?"

"Organize the defense. Position our one hundred eighty-three defenders optimally. Identify choke points where small numbers can hold against larger forces temporarily. Plan fighting withdrawals that maximize human casualties while minimizing our losses. Create contingency plans for when each defensive line breaks."

Lyra’s voice was cold tactical calculation.

"I can’t win tomorrow. But I can make Elric pay dearly. I can make him sacrifice five hundred soldiers to kill our one hundred eighty-three. I can ensure his victory costs so much that he questions whether it was worth it."

"That’s the spirit," Seraphina said with grim approval. "Make them regret attacking us."

They worked through the night, preparing for the battle they both knew they’d probably lose.

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Midnight

By midnight, most defenders had found places to sleep—huddled in buildings, curled in corners, collapsed from exhaustion wherever they’d stopped moving.

The goblin survivors slept in tight groups, taking comfort from proximity to their kin.

The orc warriors slept fitfully, their combat instincts keeping them partially alert even in rest.

The serpentfolk defenders found warm spots near fires, their cold-blooded physiology requiring heat even while resting.

The demon warriors ditated rather than sleeping, their supernatural stamina sufficient to sustain them.

The remaining defenders—those who’d chosen to stay with the settlent despite the siege—slept with weapons close at hand, knowing tomorrow would likely be their last day.

Gruk, the young orc who’d survived his champion duel with Commander Deren, lay in the dical station with critical wounds still healing.

Jessica had saved his life through imdiate healing when his heart was pierced. Now his massive orc constitution was doing the rest, his body slowly recovering from catastrophic trauma.

He dread of his father Urgak—the orc leader who’d died in mutual elimination with Colonel Vras. In his dream, his father was proud.

"You avenged , son. You killed the human commander who killed . You fought with honor. You upheld our orc traditions. I am proud."

Gruk woke with tears in his eyes, missing his father, hoping he’d die tomorrow with the sa honor Urgak had shown.

Kelvin sat beside his sleeping sister Jessica, watching her rest after sixteen hours of healing labor.

She’d saved forty-three lives today. Forty-three defenders who’d have died without her magic.

Tomorrow she’d try to save forty-three more.

And tomorrow, if Kelvin died in the final assault, at least he’d die knowing his sister had done everything possible to save their people.

Lyra didn’t sleep.

She stood on the command post platform, looking at the settlent core, counting defenders, calculating odds, planning tactics for a battle she’d probably lose.

Her golden eyes reflected firelight and starlight and the glow from distant human siege positions.

She’d been given command of this desperate defense. She’d organized fighting withdrawals, coordinated champion duels, positioned corruption specialists, managed resources with brutal efficiency.

And tomorrow, all of that would probably end in defeat.

But she’d make it cost them. She’d make Elric pay five hundred soldiers to break her one hundred eighty-three defenders.