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

Chapter 346: Chapter 346

”Won’t they figure it out from the corruption specialists?” Ssk’thar asked.

”Corruption magic can be disguised as other forms,” Seraphina said. ”My forces will appear as unusually skilled mages, nothing more. I’ll only reveal myself as a last resort—when they’ve committed so deeply that my intervention can turn a battle decisively.”

Lyra nodded, her strategic instincts approving of the approach. ”Then our defensive strategy should be layered. Make them pay for every inch, but don’t commit to holding any single position to the death. We trade space for casualties—theirs, not ours.”

She began sketching on the map, her hands moving with practiced confidence.

”First Line holds as long as possible. When pressure becomes too great, controlled retreat to Second Line. Second Line holds until circumstances demand withdrawal to Third Line. Third Line is our true fortress—that’s where we make our final stand if it comes to it.”

”What about counter-attacks?” Urgak asked, his warrior’s instincts chafing at pure defense.

”Harassment and disruption,” Vex’ahlia answered. ”Chief Ssk’thar, your serpentfolk are perfect for this. Hit their flanks, their supply lines, their scouts. Make them paranoid. Make them commit forces to guard against threats that may or may not materialize.”

The serpentfolk chief’s tongue flickered in what might have been satisfaction. ”My warriors excel at such tactics.”

”Urgak, your orcs are shock troops,” Vex’ahlia continued. ”I want them held in reserve at Second Line. When the humans commit to a major push, you hit them hard enough to break their momentum. Don’t try to hold ground—just shatter their formation and withdraw.”

”And my elites will serve as rapid response,” Vex’ahlia said. ”Wherever the line is breaking, wherever the humans are gaining advantage—we plug the gap and stabilize.”

Thrak’s gravelly voice cut through the discussion. ”Status on defensive works—First Line is fully operational. All traps set, all barriers in place, all archer positions fortified.”

The demon engineer unrolled detailed engineering diagrams with clawed hands, his amber eyes glowing as he traced fortification layouts. ”Second Line is ninety percent complete. We were finishing the last few towers when the alarm sounded. Third Line...” His expression soured, obsidian features twisting. ”Sixty percent complete. We needed another week.”

”Work with what we have,” Vex’ahlia said firmly. ”Focus all remaining engineering efforts on Third Line. If we end up falling back that far, those defenses need to be as strong as possible.”

Seraphina had been studying the maps with demon lord perception, seeing patterns and possibilities that mortal strategists might miss. ”Lyra, you’re thinking three defensive lines. I suggest we need four.”

Lyra’s golden eyes sharpened with interest. ”Four?”

”A final fallback position. Here—” Seraphina pointed at the settlement’s very center, where the largest buildings stood. ”If Third Line falls, we don’t surrender. We retreat to the settlement core and turn it into an urban fortress. Every building becomes a strongpoint. Every street a killing ground. Make them fight for every structure.”

”That would be bloody,” Kelvin observed.

”It would be survival,” Seraphina countered. ”And it buys more time. Time for Loki’s reinforcements. Time for Satou’s return. Time for something to change the strategic situation.”

Lyra was already modifying her plans, incorporating this fourth defensive layer. ”We’d need to prepare supply caches. Medical stations. Designated fallback routes. But yes—it could work. Urban combat favors defenders even more than fortified positions.”

”Then we have our overall strategy,” Vex’ahlia said, her voice carrying command authority. ”Four defensive lines. Fighting retreat when necessary. Harassment operations to disrupt their momentum. And Lady Seraphina as our hidden reserve, to be deployed only at critical moments.”

”What about communication?” Jessica asked. ”If we’re spread across four defensive lines, how do we coordinate?”

Lyra held up communication crystals. ”We have twenty-seven paired sets. Enough for all command positions and key defensive points. As long as these function, we maintain real-time communication.”

”And if they’re destroyed or disrupted by enemy mages?”

”Then we fall back on runners and signal flags. Less efficient, but workable.”

Seraphina gestured, and more spectral markers appeared on the map. ”I can establish a corruption-based communication network as backup. My specialists can create shadowy links between positions. Not as clear as crystals, but harder for human mages to disrupt.”

”Do it,” Vex’ahlia ordered. ”Redundancy in communications could save lives.”

The demon lord nodded, already sending mental commands to her two hundred specialists to begin the work.

”What’s our victory condition?” Kelvin asked suddenly. ”I mean—we can’t actually beat four thousand soldiers with our numbers. So what does victory look like?”

The question hung heavy in the command tent.

Lyra answered, her voice measured. ”Victory is survival. Hold long enough for reinforcements. Inflict enough casualties that Elric questions whether this settlement is worth the cost. Make them slow, cautious, and afraid. If we can do that for three days, Loki’s forces arrive and the odds shift dramatically in our favor.”

”And if Satou returns?” Jessica asked, hope evident in her voice.

”Then we win,” Lyra said simply. ”Satou changes everything. His tactical genius, his combat power, his ability to inspire—if he returns with even a small force, our chances improve exponentially.”

”But we can’t count on that,” Vex’ahlia stated firmly. ”We plan as if we’re alone. If reinforcements arrive, wonderful. If not, we still hold.”

”Agreed,” Seraphina said. ”Now—specific tactical assignments. We have thirty minutes before contact. Let’s use them.”

For the next twenty-five minutes, the command tent became a hive of strategic planning. Lyra and Seraphina worked in concert, the human strategist’s tactical acumen combining with the demon lord’s centuries of military experience.

They assigned specific units to specific positions. Established fallback routes and rally points. Designated which forces would hold, which would harass, which would counter-attack. Planned for contingencies ranging from enemy mages to siege weapons to potential hero units.

Jessica coordinated medical response—where the healing stations would be, how many healers at each defensive line, evacuation procedures for critically wounded.

Thrak detailed which defensive works were complete, which were partial, and how to maximize their effectiveness despite incomplete construction. His clawed fingers traced engineered kill zones and trap sequences with professional pride.