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title: "Chapter 1276: Army of Demons"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1283
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Only a short time passed before the air around the entire camp began to shift. A foul wind drifted across the field, carrying with it a scent that immediately put everyone on edge. Max’s eyes sharpened the moment he sensed it.

Far in the distance, dark shapes began to move across the landscape. The ground rumbled with a steady vibration, growing louder with every heartbeat. The sounds of guttural snarls, clattering armor, and monstrous footsteps echoed across the plains.

Shadows spread across the horizon like a rising storm. One after another, figures emerged from the distortion of heat and distance, forming dark silhouettes that grew clearer as they approached.𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Demons! Demons are here!" A scout came shouting into the camps. Hearing him, all the geniuses became alert and looked out. They saw demons.

They came from every direction, tightening their encirclement around the camp with terrifying precision. Their twisted bodies and feral eyes reflected bloodlust and hunger. Massive beasts towered among smaller but more agile fiends, while armored demon soldiers marched with rigid discipline.

The entire battlefield darkened from the sheer number of creatures closing in. Those resting within the camp rose to their feet immediately. The squad leaders sensed the oppressive waves of killing intent rolling toward them and steadied their breaths as their strength returned.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Victor’s voice rang across the sky as he ascended rapidly, his aura spreading outward in a powerful surge.

The other squad leaders rose beside him, forming a line in the air above the camp. Their exhausted bodies had recovered enough to respond, and the sight of the demon army closing in drove the last traces of fatigue away.

Victor stared down at the approaching sea of monsters, and his expression hardened. "There are a lot of demons this time," he muttered as his eyes swept across the horizon where grotesque shapes crawled over one another, rushing forward with frightening eagerness. The army stretched so far that the landscape behind it had vanished beneath its mass.

Michael hovered beside him and studied the encroaching horde with narrowed eyes. The lightning around his spear crackled faintly as his senses probed the battlefield. "They brought far more peak Divine Rank demons than usual," he said in a low, steady voice. "And some among them possess strength comparable to ours."

His tone carried no fear, only a solemn acceptance of the challenge. He tilted his head slightly and focused on a few distant figures whose presence weighed heavily on the air. Their auras radiated a darkness that seemed to pull at the world around them, creating a sense of pressing gravity.

Seraphina released a controlled breath as golden flames flickered around her. She examined the army beneath her with a gaze that remained calm despite the overwhelming number. "This will not be an easy battle," she said as she nodded at the others.

Daniel lifted his hand and allowed the black flames to rise around him until they formed a veil of shadowy heat. He smiled faintly, not in arrogance but in acknowledgment of the situation. "Max trained us specifically for moments like this. We should not disappoint him."

His flames surged with greater intensity, and the pressure emanating from him grew heavy enough to distort the air. He glanced briefly at the others, seeing the renewed determination in their eyes, and his smile deepened with quiet confidence.

The rest of the squad leaders nodded firmly. Each of them understood the reality laid bare before them. There was a vast gap between their strength and Max’s, a distance so immense that even imagining reaching it felt unreal.

Yet that gap did not discourage them. Instead it motivated them. Max’s overwhelming superiority had shown them how much room they still had to grow, and every battle was an opportunity to sharpen themselves further.

They also remembered clearly that even Balthazar, one of the strongest demons, was someone none of them could defeat alone. Facing threats of this level was not a burden but a necessary experience for their growth.

The seven squad leaders straightened their postures as the winds of the battlefield picked up, carrying the roars and snarls of the demon army. Their auras ignited around them one by one, forming seven pillars of power that lit the sky above the camp. They were tired, but their spirits burned brighter than ever.

The demons surged toward them with bloodlust, but the seven stood united, understanding the weight of the moment. This battle would test everything they had learned, everything they had endured, and everything Max had pushed them to become. They were ready.

"Everyone attack!" Victor commanded, and his voice carried through the air with the force of a battlefield horn. His squad responded instantly, their auras flaring as they shot forward like a stream of azure light.

Victor himself led the charge, descending upon the front lines of the demon army with a fist wreathed in draconic power. The moment he arrived, the impact of his strike tore open a massive gap in the advancing formation.

His squad followed closely behind, each one unleashing techniques that created rippling explosions of elemental energy across the ground. Their attacks collided with the bodies of snarling demons, sending limbs flying and shaking the earth with every blow.

The other squad leaders surged forward at nearly the same moment, cutting through the sky with intense momentum.

Michael’s squad descended next, lightning weaving between them like living serpents as their weapons crackled with explosive force. They landed beside Victor’s squad, forming a seamless extension of the frontline.

Lightning spears pierced through the bodies of the demons, creating bursts of electricity that spread across multiple enemies at once. The ground illuminated in flashes of white-blue light as they carved through waves of demonic beasts.

Right behind them came Seraphina’s squad, enveloped in radiant swirls of golden flames that shimmered with divine heat. When her squad touched the battlefield, the golden fire spread outward in sweeping arcs, burning through demonic flesh with a purity that left no trace behind.

The flames lit up the battlefield like a miniature sun, pushing back the darkness of the demon horde that threatened to swallow everything. Her squad moved with fluid synchrony, their fire techniques merging with her own to create a burning front that incinerated any demon that dared approach.

Daniel’s squad descended toward the right flank with the force of a collapsing night sky. The black flames erupting from Daniel spread across the field like a crawling shadow, consuming everything it touched.

His squad members fought with cold focus, weaving their dark-element techniques into Daniel’s own flames so that the shadows grew stronger with every clash. The black fire moved like a tide, swallowing the monstrous screams of the demons as their bodies dissolved into ash.

Chris and Christine landed further along the battlefield, their squads positioned strategically to anchor the middle and stabilize the formation. Chris summoned waves of freezing wind that spread across the ground, slowing the movement of the demons until their limbs stiffened.

Christine followed with blazing eruptions of fire that crashed over the frozen enemies, creating shattering bursts as the drastic temperature shift splintered them into fragments. Their squads supported them with coordinated attacks, using the mixture of flame and ice to break apart clusters of demons that pressed too close.

Arthur’s squad landed with him at the far left flank. His presence alone created a shifting pressure in the air as countless swords materialized around him. They hovered above the battlefield like a field of floating steel, awaiting his command. When he directed them forward, the swords flew in sweeping formations, cleaving through demons with precise arcs.

His squad moved swiftly beneath the raining blades, cutting down any demon that slipped past Arthur’s overwhelming sword control.

Within moments, all seven squads had formed a defensive arc across the battlefield. Their attacks collided with the demon army in a roaring storm of energy, creating shockwaves that spread through the ground like ripples across an angry sea. Each leader unleashed techniques suited to their nature, while their squads fought with the confidence born from being trained, pushed, and hardened by Max’s relentless guidance.

The battlefield erupted into chaos. Screams, explosions, flames, lightning, and drifting shadows mixed into a single overwhelming battlefield symphony. The demon army’s momentum faltered as the combined power of the seven squads clashed with their advancing ranks.

Even though the demons were numerous, the coordinated assault created by the squad leaders dealt devastating damage from the very first moment, buying the human forces precious time and establishing a strong foothold in the battlefield.