Awakening The Weakest Talent: Only I Level Up Chapter 1148: 1148 Passing Through the Portal

The massive Dark Poison Dragon spread its broad wings, which resembled ominous storm clouds, blocking out the sun as each heavy flap generated gusts that swept across the terrain.

With a thunderous cry that seemed to rattle the very foundations of the earth, the dragon launched itself into the heavens.

Its monumental silhouette dominated the expanse above the clouds, appearing as a mythical entity brought to life.

After correcting its trajectory, the Dark Poison Dragon darted forward like a blazing meteor, its astonishing velocity leaving all spectators speechless.

Within a heartbeat, the beast breached the horizon, leaving behind only a faint, scar-like trail etched across the firmament.

Down below, Zhao Qingya’s faint voice reached Lu Yu’s ears: “Hurry back! I’ll be waiting here for you!”

Alas, it was already too late. Lu Yu remained fixed atop the flying dragon, his attention locked onto his target—the ruins.

Upon identifying the familiar landmarks, he cross-referenced them with his map.

He needed to venture another three thousand meters northward to reach the enemy’s teleportation array, an installation already buzzing with activity as the troops of Demon Lord Abyss prepared for their imminent invasion.

Meanwhile, hidden deep within a shrouded valley, a vast and terrifying Beastman host began to take shape in silence.

Orcs from myriad clans maneuvered with expert precision, establishing a perfectly organized square formation that resembled an impenetrable fortress.

Each warrior stood tall, their expressions hardened by grim resolve and their eyes gleaming with unwavering purpose, ready to unleash a brutal assault upon their enemies.

This heterogeneous orcish army boasted warriors from countless diverse races.

Although lingering tensions between clans had simmered in the past, a singular goal—the subjugation of the human realm—had forged a temporary peace.

The gathered Beastmen possessed a remarkable range of unique attributes and talents. From hulking brutes gifted with immense physical might to agile climbers capable of scaling treacherous terrain, and even those who wielded elemental powers, their collective strength promised to be a cataclysmic force.

At the forefront of this formidable host stood a towering Dragonkin.

In this world, Dragonkin were seen as extraordinary creatures. Highly valued for their capacity to tap into draconic essence, ambitious figures frequently sought to merge human biology with dragon, giving rise to this rare lineage.

However, the hierarchy of strength among the Dragonkin remained stark.

Some were as weak as common Lizardmen, whereas others authentically inherited the true power of dragons, elevating them to beings of unparalleled lethality.

This divide fostered a complex social structure among the Dragonkin, which inevitably dictated their status and ultimate destiny.

Weak Dragonkin were often relegated to society’s edges, forced to endure prejudice and systemic oppression.

Without influential patronage, they struggled to achieve any form of recognition, left to silently absorb the scorn and derision of the wider world.

Conversely, those Dragonkin blessed with genuine dragon power occupied the center stage.

Their extraordinary gifts allowed them to dominate, occasionally challenging even the most formidable warriors in existence.

Not only did these elites command deep respect and prestige, but they also enjoyed the fervent adoration of many orcs.

Unsurprisingly, the commander of this Beastman army was one such imposing Dragonkin.

His massive frame stood over thirty feet tall, appearing like a living, mobile mountain. Every bulging muscle rippled with raw energy, capable of unleashing devastating force at a moment's notice.

He wielded a formidable spear, its tip glowing with a menacing light.

His entire body was covered in fiery red scales that flickered like burning embers beneath the sun. He wore sturdy, heavy-duty armor, far more imposing than any human plating, which both offered protection and amplified his dominant aura.

The Dragonkin strode forward, chin raised and chest expanded. Each step shook the earth significantly. His eyes burned with fierce resolve, radiating an intensity that suggested nothing could ever bar his path.

“Hear me, warriors!” the Dragonkin bellowed, his voice vibrating through the ranks. “The horn of war draws near! Intelligence reports confirm that Kane has secured the ancient gemstone. Its power will grant us unprecedented strength! Once our campaign initiates, the human world—this so-called Ten Thousand Dragon Country—shall crumble and bend to our will!”

A thunderous roar surged from the orcish lines. Cries of triumph and bloodlust filled the air. The lure of amplified power and the dream of conquering the human lands stoked their fervor.

Little did they realize, their celebration was destined to be fleeting. On the far side of the teleportation array, Lu Yu had already made his appearance.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Yu funneled his surging spiritual energy into the colossal and mysterious teleportation circle before him.

A soft glow began to emanate from his fingertips as his power intensified. Swift, light-blue beams streaked through the air before slamming squarely into the heart of the formation.

The magic circle roared, blooming with a blinding brilliance that grew rapidly. It threatened to consume everything nearby. Within this radiant display, a massive, ancient teleportation gate slowly began to materialize.

The portal stretched hundreds of feet in height and width. Its surface was carved with dense, enigmatic runes and symbols. These ancient markings hummed with otherworldly energy, betraying the immense power they contained. A potent fluctuation emanated from the gate, a sensation obvious to anyone in the vicinity.

It was clear that this magnificent gateway could facilitate the transport of a vast number of soldiers all at once.

Passing through the portal, Lu Yu emerged inside a canyon. At the far end, nestled into a deep rock fissure, sat the enemy’s primary teleportation array.

As the array flickered into operation, the hundreds of thousands of waiting soldiers broke into a frenzy, all eyes darting toward the newly opened gate.

“The portal is active! Kane has returned!” the soldiers erupted in unison.

“Splendid! Now we sound the horn for our grand counterattack!”

A blaring horn echoed through the canyon, its shrill call reaching Lu Yu. The army celebrated the opening of the portal with unbridled excitement.

However, their joy was destined to be short-lived.