My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 444

Seraphina steel herself once more and said "Do you think angel possession its enough to defeat "

"YES," the Heroes replied in perfect unison. "BECAUSE ONE DEMON LORD DEAD IS WORTH FOUR HUMAN LIVES SPENT. BECAUSE YOUR EXISTENCE SPREADS CORRUPTION THAT KILLS THOUSANDS. BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT WE WERE SUMMONED FOR."

Gattychan—or the being that was Gattychan and the Sword Angel rged—raised his blazing sword.

"CO THEN, DEMON LORD. SHOW US YOUR CENTURIES OF EXPERIENCE. SHOW US YOUR CORRUPTION MAGIC. SHOW US EVERYTHING YOU HAVE."

The blade pointed at her heart.

"IT WON’T BE ENOUGH."

They attacked.

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The angel-possessed Heroes moved with speed and coordination that Seraphina had never seen from them before.

Gattychan flew—not running, not jumping, but actual flight using his six light-wings. He crossed the fifty yards between them in one second, his blazing sword aid at her heart with divine precision.

Seraphina blocked with her corruption blade

The impact sent shockwaves across the battlefield.

Seraphina’s blade held barely but the force drove her backward twenty feet, her demon lord strength struggling against angel-enhanced power.

He’s stronger, she realized with shock. Even with at one-tenth power from Villain’s Bane, he was never THIS strong before!

Rindelle fired from fifty yards away, her bow releasing an arrow made of pure judgnt.

The arrow moved faster than Seraphina could track—one mont it was leaving the bow, the next it was piercing her shoulder.

She scread as divine energy burned through her demonic flesh. The arrow hadn’t just wounded her—it had delivered divine judgnt directly into her body.

Her shoulder exploded with golden fire from the inside, corruption energy trying desperately to purge the holy magic.

Mikazelle teleported behind her—spatial manipulation so precise that Seraphina had zero warning—and created a dinsional barrier.

Golden walls of warped space manifested, forming a cage around Seraphina. The barriers humd with power that made her corruption magic recoil.

She was trapped. Caged in divine-reinforced dinsional walls.

No!

She attacked the barriers with both corruption blades, her demon lord strength hamring against Mikazelle’s construction—

The barriers cracked but held. They were far stronger than any dinsional walls Mikazelle had created before.

Seraphelle raised her hands, and healing magic manifested—but not aid at allies.

"DIVINE PURGE!"

Golden light erupted from her palms and struck Seraphina directly, holy magic flooding into her body, burning corruption from the inside.

Seraphina’s scread in agony and pain.

Purification magic. Healing magic inverted into weapon specifically designed to destroy demonic entities by literally burning corruption out of them.

Her demonic flesh sizzled where the purge struck. Her corruption energy recoiled, trying to protect vital organs from the divine assault.

They’re coordinating perfectly! Fighting as one unified force! This isn’t like before—they’re not four individuals anymore! They’re one entity with four bodies!

The dinsional cage collapsed as Seraphina’s desperate strength finally broke through.

She burst out, her corruption blades spinning defensively, trying to create space—

Gattychan was there instantly, his sword eting her blades in rapid exchange.

But now he was faster. Stronger. More skilled.

The Sword Angel’s combat experience—ten thousand battles across multiple planes of existence—guided Gattychan’s movents. Every strike was perfect. Every block was optimal. Every counter was devastating.

Seraphina’s centuries of combat experience couldn’t match ten thousand years of angelic warfare.

She was losing the blade exchange.

His sword cut her arm—shallow but painful, divine energy burning the wound.

His follow-up strike caught her leg—deeper, more serious.

His third strike aid for her throat—she barely dodged, the blazing blade missing by inches.

Rindelle fired again. And again. And again.

Every arrow struck. Her judgnt arrows couldn’t miss—they literally couldn’t, because judgnt was inevitable.

Seraphina took an arrow in her other shoulder. Her side. Her leg. Her off-hand.

Each arrow delivered divine burning directly into her body. Each wound exploded with golden fire.

She was accumulating damage faster than her demon lord healing could repair it.

This is wrong! This isn’t how this fight was going! I was WINNING! I had Gattychan on the defensive! I was about to break through!

And now suddenly I’m the one being overwheld!

Mikazelle teleported her again—forcibly relocating Seraphina away from her intended attacks, disrupting her tactics, preventing her from building montum.

Every ti Seraphina tried to focus on one Hero, Mikazelle would teleport her or create dinsional barriers or reposition the other Heroes to surround her from new angles.

It was perfect tactical coordination. Four minds rged into one, fighting with supernatural synchronization.

And Seraphina was still suppressed to one-tenth power by Gattychan’s Villain’s Bane.

Three minutes into the angel-fight:

Seraphina had seventeen wounds from Gattychan’s sword and Rindelle’s arrows. Her corruption magic was being purged repeatedly by Seraphelle’s divine attacks. She’d been teleported forcibly eight tis, disrupting every tactical plan she attempted.

She was losing.

Actually, definitively, catastrophically losing.

The angel-possessed Heroes were beating her with coordinated precision that she simply couldn’t counter while suppressed.

I’m going to die here, she realized with terrible clarity. If I don’t do sothing drastic, they’re going to kill in the next two minutes.

I don’t have a choice anymore.

She’d been holding back. Conserving power. Fighting at "normal" demon lord capacity while suppressed to one-tenth.

But she had more. She had her true form—the full manifestation of demon lord power that she rarely revealed because it made her a visible target for Church hunters.

She’d avoided using it because using this ultimate moves drains all of her mana and would leave her defenseless once her mana finishes.

But dying to stay hidden was pointless.

"FINE!" she roared, her voice carrying rage and desperation. "YOU WANT TO SEE MY TRUE POWER? YOU WANT TO FACE A DEMON LORD AT FULL MANIFESTATION?"

Her corruption energy exploded outward, forcing the Heroes back temporarily.

She began her transformation.

The transformation started at her core and radiated outward.

Her body currently five-seven inches tall in her "restrained" demon lord form began growing. Nine feet. Ten feet. Twelve feet.

She stopped at thirteen feet tall, her massive fra now towering over even the angel-winged Heroes.