Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1291 Leaving Nullaria

"Nero, I've been told your kind intended to call forth a Demon General from the Divine Realm. What became of that objective?" Max questioned, his voice steady but laced with a sharp curiosity. The prospect of a Demon General manifesting in the mortal world was a grave concern, and he required confirmation on whether the danger had passed.

Nero dropped to one knee instantly, bowing his head in a display of profound submission. "Master, we were indeed in the midst of those preparations. The necessary rituals, complex formations, and sacrifices of blood were being assembled. Every demon force throughout Nullaria had been commanded to make the summoning their absolute priority. However, the momentum was shattered by your relentless strikes and the coordinated assault of your companions. As your armies closed in on our strongholds, we were forced to abandon the summoning circle entirely. In the end, our only option was to regroup here to face your forces."

"So, the attempt to summon the Demon General failed?" Max pressed, seeking a direct confirmation from Nero's own lips.

"Indeed, Master. The summoning was a failure," Nero answered. A trace of lingering dread touched his voice as he recalled the potential consequences of success. "Furthermore, such a summoning is now a physical impossibility. To stabilize a gateway between realms for a Demon General, the combined Qi of four demon king level entities is the absolute minimum requirement. That threshold can no longer be reached. The other demon kings have all fallen by Master's hand. Without their presence, the ritual is effectively sealed forever."

Max gave a slow nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. This world did not need the shadow of a Demon General looming over it. While the demon kings were terrifying monsters, a Demon General existed on a completely different tier of power.

Had such a creature descended, even Max would have found himself in a precarious and lethal predicament. The relaxation of his tension only proved that his decision to hunt down the demon kings had been the right one.

"And what of the demons remaining in Acaris? What are their intentions?" Max inquired, shifting his focus to the state of the conflict on the other front.

Nero bowed even lower. "Master, the demons stationed in Acaris are merely low-level trash. None among them possess strength even approaching the Divine Rank. Their sole function is to drag out the war and keep the human population distracted. They are nothing more than fodder used as a diversion. Once we arrive in Acaris, I humbly beg Master to grant me the task of wiping them all out."

Max gave his approval with a nod. "I accept. Once we reach Acaris, you will be the one to purge every demon remaining there."

Nero lowered his head in gratitude. "As you command, Master."

With the discussion concluded, Max lifted his hand. A soft radiance emanated from his finger as he donned a ring. This was a Life Space Ring, a profound artifact containing an entire pocket world within its structure. After a brief inspection, Max turned his gaze back to Nero. "I am placing you inside a miniature world for the time being. Do not resist." His tone was absolute, brooking no argument.

As Max triggered the Life Space Ring, a vortex of spatial energy manifested beneath Nero. Offering no resistance to the suction, Nero bowed one final time before being pulled into the ring's internal dimension. The rift in space vanished, returning the battlefield to its silent state.

Max let out a quiet breath. He had briefly considered putting Nero into the Dimension of Spirit, the internal realm where he raised spirits. However, he had changed his mind at the last second. The Dimension of Spirit was a sacred sanctuary designed for spirits to flourish in peace.

Bringing a demon into such a place would surely pollute the environment and ruin the realm's natural purity. Nero's very essence carried the foul aura of a demon king, a stench that would cast a dark pallor over a realm meant for serenity and life.

Thus, the Life Space Ring was the superior choice. It provided a secure, isolated environment where Nero could be contained without affecting the Dimension of Spirit, allowing Max to keep a watchful eye on him. It was a perfect solution.

Now that Nero was secured and the conquest of Nullaria was nearing its end, Max looked toward the assembly of human geniuses waiting for his command. Though their bodies were exhausted, they stood tall, their faces a mix of relief and focused intent.

Max surveyed the group, noting the growth they had achieved during this bloody campaign. "Steel yourselves," he announced, his voice echoing across the plains. "We are returning to Acaris immediately."

As the words left his mouth, Max reached out and pointed toward the empty air. Under his immense power, reality itself began to buckle and snap. A jagged fissure appeared in the void, looking like a wound sliced into the fabric of space.

The rift trembled before widening into a stable, shimmering portal that resembled a dark mirror. On the other side lay the familiar lands of Acaris.

"Move out," Max ordered with calm authority.

Victor and the other six squad leaders swung into action, organizing their units with practiced efficiency. They checked their formations, ensuring every soldier was prepared for the transit. Their work in Nullaria was finished.

They had achieved a feat thought impossible—the total eradication of demons from this tainted land—and now they were headed home to finish the job. A fire of resolve burned in their eyes; the war was entering its final stage.

The young geniuses began to step into the glowing rift one by one. Their forms were consumed by the void as they crossed the threshold back to their home world. The portal hummed with the vibration of spatial energy as the ranks thinned. Eventually, only the seven leaders remained standing before Max.

"Go," Max said simply.

Victor nodded to him, followed by the others. Without a word, they stepped into the fissure and vanished, leaving behind the ravaged world they had subdued. Silence reclaimed the landscape as the last of the humans disappeared into the tear.

Max stood alone amidst the ruins of Nullaria. A lonely wind blew across the plains, whisking away the scent of the recent slaughter. He remained motionless for a full minute, staring toward the horizon with an inscrutable gaze. The stillness was heavy, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Finally, Max spoke, his quiet voice cutting through the silence with absolute certainty.

"You can stop hiding now. Everyone else is gone."

For a heartbeat, there was no response. The horizon remained empty and the air stayed still. Then, a silhouette slowly began to take shape in the distance.

It started as a faint, blurry shadow that gradually solidified into a figure walking toward Max with measured, heavy strides. An oppressive, suffocating aura radiated from the newcomer, growing more intense with every step and warping the very air with its weight.

When the figure finally stepped into the light, his face became clear.

It was Mark.

The fallen crownbearer of Acaris.