My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 480

Size - The creature was easily two hundred feet tall when it landed, its weight crushing stone beneath massive clawed feet that ended in talons like siege weapons.

And throughout its impossible anatomy, features that didn’t belong—mouths that opened in places mouths shouldn’t exist, eyes that saw from angles that violated geotry, appendages that flickered between dinsions.

The creature’s lion-skull head tilted back and it laughed again, the sound carrying the harmonics of sothing that found mortal suffering amusing.

Then it spoke, and the voice was familiar despite the dinsional distortion.

"MAGNIFICENT!" The words ca from the creature but carried Elric’s distinct accent, his tactical authority, his command presence amplified to god-like proportions. "THE SACRIFICE IS COMPLETE! FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY OF MY OWN SOLDIERS! TWENTY OF YOUR DEFENDERS! ALL OFFERED WILLINGLY TO THE ANCIENT ONE!"

The creature’s countless tentacles shifted, and among them, Satou could see the captured victims—human soldiers and settlent defenders alike, still alive but trapped, held in place by impossible flesh.

"IN EXCHANGE FOR THEIR LIVES, I HAVE BEEN GRANTED POWER BEYOND MORTAL COMPREHENSION! I HAVE BECO THE VESSEL FOR KHAR’RAZOTH THE FORSAKEN! ANCIENT GOD OF HUNGER AND CONSUMPTION!"

At the command post, Demon Lord Loki’s face had gone pale—an impressive feat for soone with his power and experience.

His voice ca out as barely a whisper, filled with horror that three hundred seventy-two years of existence had never quite prepared him for:

"Khar’razoth."

The na carried weight that went beyond simple identification. Lyra, standing beside Loki, felt it—felt the way reality itself seed to flinch when the ancient na was spoken aloud.

"What..." Her voice was equally quiet, her tactical mind struggling to process what she was seeing. "What is that?"

Loki’s eyes never left the massive creature as it settled onto the battlefield, its countless tentacles spreading across hundreds of feet of devastated ground.

"An Ancient God," he whispered, centuries of knowledge coloring his tone with dread. "From the ti before the demon lords, before the Church, before recorded history. The gods that were sealed away because they couldn’t be killed, only contained."

His white hair seed to darken in the red light as he continued:

"Khar’razoth the Forsaken. The Endless Hunger. The God That Consus All."

The creature that had been Commander Elric—or that now contained Commander Elric as a tiny fragnt of its vast consciousness—spread its nightmare wings wide and roared at the settlent below.

The sound wasn’t just noise. It was force. Reality-warping pressure that flattened buildings, cracked walls, made the very earth scream.

And in that roar, Satou heard the promise of what was coming.

This wasn’t just another enemy to fight. This wasn’t a demon lord or an Archbishop or even an angel.

This was sothing older. Sothing that existed before the rules of this world were established. Sothing that gods themselves had feared enough to seal away rather than face in direct combat.

And sohow, Commander Elric had released it.

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Satou stood on the devastated battlefield, his fla-like eyes tracking the massive form of Khar’razoth the Forsaken—the two-hundred-foot tall amalgamation of Ancient God and human commander that had once been Elric.

The creature’s lion-skull head tilted downward, thousands of tentacles writhing across its body, captured victims still visible among the impossible flesh. Its nightmare-mbrane wings, covered in independently blinking eyes, spread wide enough to cast shadows across half the settlent.

Behind Satou, perhaps a mile away, stood the Third Line fortifications. His ho. His settlent. Everything he’d built over five years.

And inside those walls: Lyra, coordinating desperate defenses. Jessica, healing Seraphina and the wounded. Kelvin, Gruk, Vess’thara, Kael’mor—every defender who’d survived the siege. Every goblin, orc, serpentfolk, demon, and human who’d fought beside him.

Everyone he loved.

Satou’s enhanced perception could feel their fear radiating from the settlent like physical pressure. Could sense their hope, their desperate belief that sohow he would protect them from this impossible threat.

If I don’t defeat this creature now, everyone dies after .

The thought crystallized with absolute certainty. This wasn’t like fighting Valentine, where failure ant personal defeat. This wasn’t like battling the Four Heroes, where losing ant strategic disadvantage.

This was existential. Binary. Win or everyone dies.

He activated the ntal network that Seraphina’s corruption magic had established, his consciousness touching every defender in the settlent simultaneously—touching Lyra’s tactical mind, Jessica’s compassionate soul, Kelvin’s fierce loyalty, touching everyone who’d made this place ho.

And he spoke three words through the connection, pouring every ounce of emotion he possessed into them:

"I love everyone."

The ntal network carried his feeling more than his words—carried the warmth, the gratitude, the fierce protective instinct, the willingness to sacrifice everything for their survival.

Lyra felt it and her breath caught, tears forming in her golden eyes.

Jessica felt it and her hands paused in their healing, emotion overwhelming her for just a mont.

Kelvin felt it and his small goblin fra straightened, pride mixing with fear.

Every defender felt Satou’s love, his commitnt, his absolute determination.

Then he severed the ntal connection completely, cutting himself off from the network.

This battle was his alone. They couldn’t help. Couldn’t support. Could only watch and hope and pray.

And Satou wouldn’t let them die hoping in vain.

He looked up at Khar’razoth’s massive form, at the Ancient God that had consud four hundred human soldiers and twenty settlent defenders to manifest, and made his decision.

"BERSERK MODE: OVERDRIVE."

The activation was different from normal Berserk Mode. Where the standard transformation was a surge of power, a controlled enhancent of physical capabilities, this was sothing else entirely.

This was breaking limiters. Forcing his body beyond its design paraters. Burning through safety chanisms that existed to prevent self-destruction.

Pain exploded through Satou’s entire nervous system.

His Dragon’s Heart, the draconic power core in his chest, began beating at triple its normal rate, pumping magically-enhanced blood through his veins with pressure that should have burst normal arteries.

His muscles scread as they were forcibly enhanced beyond their natural limits, fibers tearing and regenerating simultaneously, growing stronger through controlled destruction.