Awakening The Weakest Talent: Only I Level Up

Chapter 1148: 1148 Passing Through the Portal

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The enormous Dark Poison Dragon’s vast wings unfurled like dark storm clouds, blotting out the sun with each powerful flap that sent gusts of wind whipping across the ground.

With a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very earth, the monstrous dragon surged into the sky.

Its colossal form loomed above the clouds, a mythical beast brought to life.

After adjusting its course, the Dark Poison Dragon rocketed forward like a burning meteor. Its incredible speed left onlookers speechless.

In a blink, the dragon vanished into the horizon, leaving behind only a faint contrail like a scar carved across the sky.

Back on the ground, a faint cry from Zhao Qingya reached Lu Yu’s ears. “Hurry and come back. I’m waiting for you!”

But it was already too late. Lu Yu stood atop the flying dragon, focused on his destination—the ruins.

Spotting the familiar landmarks, he consulted his map.

He needed to travel another three thousand meters north to locate the enemy’s teleportation array, a gateway already buzzing with activity as the Demon Lord Abyss’ soldiers prepared for their invasion.

Meanwhile, within the depths of a shadowy valley, a vast and formidable Beastman army silently assembled.

Orcs of various races moved with practiced efficiency, forming a meticulously organized square formation resembling an impregnable fortress.

Each soldier stood tall and proud, their faces etched with grim determination and eyes glinting with unwavering resolve. Ready to unleash a ferocious assault on their imminent foes.

This diverse orcish army comprised warriors from a multitude of races.

While inter-clan conflicts and tensions may have simmered in the past, a common objective—the subjugation of the human realm—forged a temporary truce.

The assembled Beastmen boasted a remarkable array of skills and talents unique to each race. From hulking brutes possessing immense physical strength to agile climbers adept at traversing treacherous landscapes, and even those wielding the power of the elements, their combined might promised to be a terrifying force.

At the forefront of this formidable army stood a colossal Dragonkin.

In this realm, Dragonkin were viewed as extraordinary beings. Coveted for their potential to tap into the power of dragons, ambitious individuals sought to merge humans with dragons, giving rise to this unique race.

However, the strength disparity within the Dragonkin was vast.

Some were as feeble as common Lizardmen, while others successfully inherited the true power of dragons, transforming them into beings of unparalleled might.

This disparity created a complex and diverse society for the Dragonkin, directly impacting their status and fate within the world.

The weaker Dragonkin often found themselves relegated to the fringes of society, enduring prejudice and oppression.

Their lack of influential backing hindered them from achieving recognition and equal treatment, leaving them to silently bear the brunt of scorn and ridicule from the outside world.

Conversely, the Dragonkin blessed with genuine dragon power became the center of attention.

Their extraordinary abilities allowed them to dominate the world stage, even posing challenges to the world’s most formidable warriors.

Not only did these Dragonkin command immense respect and prestige, but they also garnered the fervent worship of countless orcs.

As a consequence, the leader of this Beastman army was none other than this imposing Dragonkin.

His colossal frame towered over thirty feet, resembling a mobile mountain. Each bulging muscle rippled with raw power, seemingly capable of unleashing devastating explosive force.

A formidable spear, its tip gleaming with a menacing glint, served as his weapon of choice.

His entire body was clad in a layer of fiery red scales, each one shimmering like a burning ember under the sun’s gaze. A sturdy suit of armor, akin to a human’s but far more imposing, adorned his torso, offering protection while amplifying his air of dominance.

The Dragonkin marched forward, head held high and chest puffed out. With each earth-shaking step, the ground trembled beneath his immense weight. His eyes burned with unwavering resolve, radiating an aura of power that suggested nothing could impede his path.

“Hear me, warriors!” the Dragonkin boomed, his voice echoing across the assembled army. “The horn of war will soon sound! Our latest intel confirms that Kane has secured the ancient gemstone. Its power will grant you unprecedented strength! Once our plan unfolds, the human world, this so-called Ten Thousand Dragon Country, will crumble and fall under our dominion!”

A thunderous roar erupted from the orcish ranks. Cheers and shouts of excitement filled the air. The promise of augmented power and the prospect of conquering the human realm fueled their fervor.

Little did they know, their triumph was short-lived. On the other side of the enemy’s teleportation array, Lu Yu had already arrived.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Yu channeled his surging spiritual energy into the colossal and enigmatic teleportation array before him.

A faint light flickered at his fingertips as the energy surged. Light blue beams, swift as meteors, streaked across the sky before slamming into the center of the magic circle.

The magic circle roared to life, bathed in a blinding light that intensified with each passing moment. It threatened to engulf everything within its radius. Amidst this dazzling brilliance, a colossal, ancient teleportation gate materialized slowly.

This portal towered hundreds of feet in both height and width. Its surface was etched with intricate and enigmatic runes and patterns. These ancient symbols pulsed with an otherworldly light, hinting at the immense power they held. A potent energy fluctuation emanated from the portal, a sensation readily perceptible to anyone standing nearby.

This magnificent gateway could evidently accommodate a vast number of individuals simultaneously.

Stepping through the portal, Lu Yu found himself within a canyon. At the far end, nestled within a crack in the rock face, was the enemy’s teleportation array.

As the teleportation array flared to life, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers stationed there erupted in a frenzy. All eyes fixated on the newly risen portal.

“The portal is open! Kane returns!” they roared in unison.

“Excellent! It’s time to sound the horn for our counterattack!”

A blaring horn echoed through the valley, its sound reaching Lu Yu’s ears. The army celebrated the portal’s opening with unrestrained excitement.

However, their jubilation was destined to be cut short.