My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 474

Twenty minutes into combat, Valentine’s body now forty percent crystallized and the cracks spreading visibly with each passing second, Satou made his move.

They were exchanging blows in close quarters, divine palms eting demonic claws, when Satou suddenly shifted tactics.

Instead of defending or dodging Valentine’s next attack, he simply... took it.

The divine palm strike hit Satou’s chest with full angelic power, the impact breaking scales, crushing tissue, divine energy burning into his body.

But in the mont of impact, when Valentine-Zarathiel was committed to the strike and couldn’t easily disengage, Satou’s hand shot out with speed enhanced by [TI DILATION].

His clawed hand closed around Valentine’s throat.

"WHAT—" The angel started to speak.

Satou’s grip tightened, Void Fang energy coating his claws, the existence-erasing power beginning to unmake the divine armor around Valentine-Zarathiel’s neck.

Then he activated the ability that had defined his entire journey in this world.

The ability that had transford him from a weak goblin into a demon lord-tier threat.

The ability that had let him absorb the powers of every enemy he’d ever defeated.

"[DEVOURING]"

The mont Satou activated Devouring, reality around them changed.

Valentine-Zarathiel felt it imdiately—felt sothing trying to pull at his essence, felt a force that wasn’t just physical but taphysical, sothing that operated on the level of souls and fundantal existence.

"NO—"

Too late.

The Devouring activated, and Satou’s ability began doing what it had done to hundreds of enemies before: analyzing, deconstructing, absorbing.

But this ti was different.

This ti Satou wasn’t trying to devour just Valentine. He was trying to devour the angel possessing Valentine’s body. Trying to absorb divine power directly from a being made of concentrated holy authority.

And the angel, recognizing the threat, fought back.

[DIVINE RESISTANCE - HEAVEN’S REJECTION]

Golden light exploded from Valentine-Zarathiel’s form, divine power surging upward in attempt to break Satou’s grip, to reject the demonic absorption ability.

But Satou’s grip was unbreakable. His claws, coated in Void Fang, were literally erasing the material they touched, preventing the angel from physically pulling free. And his Devouring ability, enhanced by thousands of successful absorptions, was pulling with force that operated beyond re physical strength.

The angel and Valentine’s consciousness both scread—different sounds, different pitches, both expressing the sa horror as they felt their combined essence being drawn out like water through a siphon.

The Devouring process normally took seconds. This one took minutes.

Because what Satou was trying to absorb was so fundantally powerful, so densely concentrated with divine authority, that even his SSS-Rank ability had to work at maximum capacity to process it.

Valentine’s thrashed, six wings beating frantically, divine power exploding outward in omnidirectional blasts, holy techniques activating randomly as both consciousnesses desperately tried anything that might break the grip.

None of it worked.

Satou stood there, his hand locked on Valentine’s throat, his crimson Berserk aura blazing brighter as the Devouring ability pulled divine power into his form.

He could feel it—feel the angel’s essence flowing into him, feel divine knowledge and holy techniques being absorbed into his consciousness, feel powers that should be incompatible with his demonic aspects sohow integrating because of the goddess’s blessing he’d received upon reincarnation.

The possession began breaking down. The angel, recognizing it couldn’t break free and wouldn’t survive the absorption, made a final decision.

It forcibly severed its connection to Valentine’s body.

The six wings of light dissolved. The golden armor faded. The divine resonance in Valentine’s voice disappeared.

The Angel of War retreated back through the dinsional tear it had descended from, returning to Heaven’s realm minus approximately forty percent of its essence—the portion Satou had already absorbed before it could escape.

Valentine collapsed, the sudden absence of angelic power leaving his human body unable to support its own weight.

But Satou’s hand was still locked on his throat, and the Devouring hadn’t stopped.

Now it was pulling Valentine’s own power—the divine blessing that had made him an Archbishop, the holy martial arts techniques refined over decades, the combat experience earned through dozens of demon lord hunts.

Valentine’s eyes, no longer glowing with angelic fire but still carrying human consciousness, widened in horror as he felt his life force being drained.

"Please..." The word ca out as a rasping whisper, his throat compressed by Satou’s grip. "Please... don’t..."

Satou looked into Valentine’s eyes and saw genuine fear there. Saw a man who’d dedicated his life to hunting demons, who’d killed dozens of supernatural threats, who’d believed absolutely in the righteousness of his mission, now facing the terrifying reality that he was about to beco just another al for the monster he’d been hunting.

For a long mont, Satou considered.

Considered stopping. Showing rcy. Letting Valentine live with depleted power as a warning.

But then he thought about Seraphina, lying unconscious behind him, her body covered in burns and wounds from fighting this man for over an hour. Thought about his settlent defenders who’d died during the siege. Thought about Kelvin’s exhausted face. Thought about Gruk’s injuries. Thought about every goblin, orc, serpentfolk, and human who’d bled defending their ho.

Valentine Had nearly killed soone Satou loved.

rcy?

No.

Not today.

Satou’s grip tightened on Valentine’s throat, his fla-like eyes cold and rciless.

"You ca to my ho," Satou said quietly, his voice carrying no emotion. "You tried to destroy everything I built. You hurt the people I care about."

Valentine’s eyes widened in horror as he felt the Devouring intensify, felt it pulling not just at his divine power but at his very life force, his essence, his soul.

"Please—" The Archbishop tried to speak, but Satou’s grip was crushing his windpipe.

"This is what happens when you threaten my family."

[DEVOURING - COMPLETE ABSORPTION]

The ability activated at full intensity, and Valentine scread—a sound that was cut off as his throat collapsed under Satou’s grip, the scream becoming a wet gurgle, then silence.

Satou pulled.

Pulled everything.

Valentine’s divine blessing—the holy power granted by decades of service to the Church, the authority that had made him an Archbishop, the divine techniques refined through countless demon hunts—all of it flowed into Satou like water down a drain.