My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 492

"I SHALL HONOR YOUR SACRIFICE BY SHOWING YOU THE TRUE EXTENT OF WHAT AN ANCIENT GOD CAN BE WHEN UNLEASHED COMPLETELY."

The nightmare-wings spread wide enough to cast shadows across ten miles of devastated terrain, each independently-blinking eye now blazing with power that made earlier manifestations look restrained.

"LET US FINISH THIS BATTLE WITH NEITHER OF US HOLDING ANYTHING BACK. YOUR ABSOLUTE LOVE AGAINST MY ABSOLUTE HUNGER. YOUR WILLINGNESS TO DIE AGAINST MY INABILITY TO TRULY DIE."

Reality itself bent around Khar’razoth’s fully-enhanced presence, space warping, ti stuttering, the laws of physics screaming protests against divine authority operating at maximum output.

"AND WHEN ONE OF US FALLS—WHETHER IT BE CONSUD OR YOU DESTROYED—LET IT BE SAID THAT WE FOUGHT WITHOUT RESTRAINT, WITHOUT HESITATION, WITHOUT RESERVATION."

The Ancient God’s laugh echoed across devastated landscape—not mocking anymore, but carrying sothing that might have been... joy? The satisfaction of finally, after eons, finding an opponent worthy of absolute effort?

"CO THEN, SATOU OF THE DYING BODY AND LOVING HEART. SHOW WHAT MORTALITY DRIVEN BY LOVE CAN ACHIEVE AGAINST DIVINITY DRIVEN BY HUNGER!"

And Satou, his body literally tearing itself apart and rebuilding in continuous cycles, his consciousness fragnted into thirty-seven parallel thought-streams, his existence asured in minutes at best...

Charged.

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To outside observers watching from the Third Line fortifications three miles away, what happened next was incomprehensible.

Lyra, whose tactical mind could track complex battlefield patterns, whose eyes could follow enhanced movents, whose combat experience spanned five years alongside Satou...

Couldn’t see what was happening.

One mont Satou stood half a mile from Khar’razoth, his body dissolving and reforming in grotesque display.

Next mont he was... gone. Not teleported—she would have detected shadow displacent. Just gone. His position empty.

And Khar’razoth, eight hundred feet of divine horror, was suddenly moving backward. Its massive form being pushed despite weighing thousands of tons. Tentacles flying in all directions as if struck by invisible force.

Then Satou reappeared—briefly—two hundred feet above the Ancient God’s lion-skull, his form a prismatic blur, blood trailing behind him in artistic patterns—

And vanished again before Lyra’s enhanced perception could fully register his position.

Khar’razoth roared and the sound hit physical force that shattered stone for miles, but the roar seed to be hitting empty space because Satou wasn’t there anymore—

He was everywhere.

To the settlent defenders watching with mix of awe and terror, their lord had beco omnipresent. Appearing in dozens of locations simultaneously, each appearance lasting microseconds, each one accompanied by devastating impact against the Ancient God’s form.

Demon Lord Loki whispered with sothing between religious awe and existential horror:

"He’s moving faster than light. Not teleporting—moving. His speed has transcended physical limitations. He’s existing in multiple places at once because he’s moving through the positions faster than reality can update."

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To Satou, experiencing ti at eighteen tis normal speed, the next minute of real ti beca eighteen minutes of subjective combat.

His fragnted consciousness, operating across thirty-seven parallel thought-streams, processed the battle on levels that would have destroyed unified minds:

Thought-Stream #1-5: Tracked Khar’razoth’s eight hundred feet of body surface, cataloguing weak points, identifying regeneration patterns, predicting defensive responses.

Thought-Stream #6-10: Controlled his own movent, plotting approach vectors through three-dinsional space, calculating impact angles, optimizing strike sequences.

Thought-Stream #11-15: Managed ability activation, coordinating hundreds of powers simultaneously, ensuring maximum synergy between techniques.

Thought-Stream #16-20: Monitored resource consumption, tracked stamina depletion, asured mana expenditure, calculated ti remaining before critical failure.

Thought-Stream #21-25: Maintained regeneration processes, directing healing to priority damage, managing pain suppression, preventing system collapse.

Thought-Stream #26-30: Processed sensory input across expanded spectrum, analyzing visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile, and dinsional information simultaneously.

Thought-Stream #31-37: Reserved for ergency processing, crisis response, catastrophic failure prevention, last-resort decision making.

All thirty-seven streams operating simultaneously, each one processing data at speeds that made super-computers look primitive.

And through all of it, one unified purpose: HURT KHAR’RAZOTH.

His first strike of Final Version ca from absolute maximum speed—moving at velocities that transcended sound, transcended even light in short bursts, his body existing in quantum superposition where he occupied multiple positions until observation collapsed the waveform.

[ENHANCED STRENGTH FINAL OVERDRIVE ABSOLUTE MAXIMUM OUTPUT]

His fist, moving faster than causality, struck Khar’razoth’s lion-skull with force asured not in gigatons but in scales that made nuclear weapons look like firecrackers.

The impact generated shockwave that propagated outward at relativistic speeds, the displaced air igniting from compression heating, creating sphere of plasma fifty miles in diater that briefly turned night into day.

The Ancient God’s skull didn’t just crack—it shattered. The supposedly-indestructible divine bone splintered into hundreds of fragnts, the structural integrity compromised so completely that regeneration would require complete reconstruction rather than simple healing.

Khar’razoth’s eight-hundred-foot form was launched backward by the impact, its massive weight aningless against force that could have moved continents, tumbling through the air like leaf in hurricane.

Before the Ancient God could recover—

Satou was already attacking again.

[VOID FANG ABSOLUTE SEVERANCE HOLY BLADE DRAGONFIRE SHADOW ABSOLUTE LIGHTNING MANIPULATION MAGMA MANIPULATION TEMPORAL MANIPULATION]

He activated eight abilities simultaneously, creating oct-layered assault that attacked on every conceivable level of reality:

Layer One - Existence: Void Fang erasing matter from reality itself, deleting targeted sections from all tilines.

Layer Two - Connection: Absolute Severance cutting the bonds between God and manifestation, severing divine power from physical form.

Layer Three - Regeneration: Holy Blade disrupting healing processes, creating conflicting energies that prevented recovery.

Layer Four - Physical: Dragonfire burning at temperatures approaching stellar cores, heat that could ignite atmospheres.

Layer Five - Dinsional: Shadow Absolute attacking through spaces between dinsions, striking from angles that didn’t exist in three-dinsional space.

Layer Six - Electrical: Lightning Manipulation electrifying divine flesh, nervous system disruption through billion-volt discharges.

Layer Seven - Thermal: Magma Manipulation turning ground beneath Khar’razoth molten, environntal destruction that denied stable footing.

Layer Eight - Temporal: Ti Manipulation aging targeted sections rapidly while slowing others, creating temporal stress that tore at continuity.

All eight layers hitting simultaneously, each one enhanced by Final Overdrive to absolute maximum theoretical output.

Khar’razoth’s form, still tumbling from the first strike, was hit by oct-layered devastation before it could mount defense.

The results were catastrophic.

Three hundred tentacles simply ceased existing, deleted by Void Fang so thoroughly that not even atoms remained.

Five hundred more tentacles were severed from the main body, Absolute Severance cutting their connection to Khar’razoth’s consciousness, leaving them twitching independently before dying.

Large sections of the Ancient God’s flesh refused to regenerate, holy disruption creating zones where divine healing simply wouldn’t activate.

The remaining flesh was burning, charring under temperatures that lted stone, cooked in thermal assault that operated across multiple wavelengths simultaneously.

And throughout it all, temporal stress was aging portions of the divine form, so sections experiencing centuries while others experienced seconds, the differential creating strain that pulled Khar’razoth’s body in impossible directions.

The Ancient God scread—not Elric’s voice, not dinsional harmonics, but pure divine agony from experiencing damage on scales it hadn’t encountered in eons.