With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 587 You fucking killed me in 3 hits!

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A ladder was placed directly in front of him, and three orcs, empowered by the Bloodrage spell, charged at him simultaneously. They were stronger, faster, and more ferocious than ordinary orcs, their breath steaming in the air, their eyes as red as burning embers.

He raised his hand, and a Star Ray pierced the chest of the first orc. The second swung its axe, but he dodged to the side and countered with a Star Ray that grazed the orc's face, striking its head. The third orc seized the opportunity to pounce from the side, its iron axe slamming against the battlement just past his shoulder, sending shards of stone flying.

Lin Tian did not retreat. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed the orc's wrist, while the starlight ray he had gathered in his right hand erupted again, piercing through the orc's chin and exiting from the back of its head. Its health bar was empty.

Three corpses lay fallen beside the battlements.

Xiao Bai's breath, like an ice dragon's breath, poured down from the tower, a thick, ice-blue beam of light sweeping across the outer side of the city wall, freezing three siege ladders under construction into ice sculptures. The orcs on the ladders were frozen solid before they could even react, then the ice ladders shattered, sending them crashing down into the horde of beasts below.

Celia emerged from Lin Tian's shadow. She didn't speak, but simply flicked her fingers. Shadowthorns exploded outside the city wall, black thorns entangled several orcs who were setting up ladders, slowing them down and continuously dealing shadow damage.

The defensive line in the middle section of the city wall has been temporarily stabilized.

But even more intense shouts of battle came from the direction of the city gate.

A huge creature is smashing the city gate.

It was an elite orc far larger than its kind, over three meters tall, its muscles bulging like stones. It wore a suit of heavy iron armor, a horned iron helmet on its head, and held a two-handed warhammer—the head of which was as big as an iron pot.

Level 80 elite, city wall guardian.

It was enveloped in the shaman's green aura, and the Bloodrage spell boosted its power and speed to their peak. With each strike of the warhammer, the city gate trembled violently, and dents appeared on the surface of the iron gate.

The soldiers guarding the city gate couldn't hold out any longer. Their weapons struck the enemy, leaving only shallow marks on the iron armor. A single blow from the enemy's hammer sent them flying, shields and all.

Lin Tian flipped and jumped down from the top of the stack.

His figure plummeted more than thirty meters through the air, and just before landing, he activated a stellar leap, transforming into a streak of light that passed through the chaotic crowd and appeared directly behind the city gate.

The orc elite was raising its warhammer, preparing to strike. The two were less than three meters apart.

Lin Tian looked up at the other person. The shadow cast by the three-meter-tall figure almost completely obscured him.

The orc elite lowered his head, his two blood-red eyes, as big as copper bells, staring at the tiny human at his feet. He let out a low gurgling sound, as if to say, "You're asking for death."

The warhammer was raised high above his head.

Lin Tian's right hand was faster.

Stellar rays.

A golden beam of light pierced the orc elite's chest with pinpoint accuracy. His iron armor was like paper before the beam, burning a fist-sized hole through it. High damage numbers floated above the elite's head, and his health bar visibly dropped.

The elite orc let out a painful roar and slammed his warhammer down. But Lin Tian's figure had already vanished from the spot—a stellar leap. He appeared behind his opponent, his left hand pressing down on the back of the opponent's neck, while his right hand once again condensed a stellar ray.

Second shot.

The beam entered through the back of the neck and exited through the throat. The health bar dropped significantly again.

The elite orc whirled around and swung his hammer, the warhammer whistling through the air as it swept across. Lin Tian crouched slightly, the warhammer passing over his head and shattering half of the wooden stake behind him. He didn't give his opponent a third chance to swing; the third Star Ray had already been fired, this time aimed at his opponent's brow.

The beam pierced through his forehead, through his iron helmet, through his hard skull, and out from the back of his head. Three hits, and his health bar was reduced to zero.

The massive, three-meter-tall body froze in place, its warhammer slipping from its grasp and crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. Then, its body slowly tilted backward, collapsing like a crumbling iron tower. The ground trembled, and dust billowed up.

All the guards near the city gate stopped moving. Some held their shields in a defensive stance, while others drew their swords, ready to rush in and provide support. When the dust settled and they saw the corpses of the orc elites lying on the ground, everyone was stunned.

A soldier guarding the city gate stammered, "Three...three times?"

Fang Ping had just returned from the east side with his patrol team when he saw this scene from afar. He stumbled and almost fell flat on his face. He leaned against the city wall, panting heavily, and then held up three fingers at Lin Tian—not a thumb, but all three fingers together, as if to say, "You're a madman."

"Three hits! An 80th-level elite, you fucking killed him in three hits!"

He was so excited his voice cracked. The archer on patrol stared wide-eyed, his lips trembling for a moment before he finally managed to stammer, "Boss, do you take apprentices?"

Lin Tian did not answer. He stood beside the corpses of the orc elites, raising his gaze over the gap in the city gate to look at the battlefield outside.

The ballistae on the city walls continued firing, and the archers' arrows rained down relentlessly; one of the shaman's totem poles had been blasted down, but the other two were still emitting halos. The ground was littered with corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of gunpowder and blood.

Further away, the orcish central phalanx was slowly retreating. Not because of heavy casualties, but because all their catapults had been silenced, and one of their shamanic totems had been broken. Without cover and protection, charging forward would be suicide.

Two hours later, at the barracks of the third garrison.

The bloody battle on the city wall lasted for nearly three hours, with both sides suffering considerable casualties, but the orcs eventually retreated.

Inside the barracks of the Third Garrison, a dim crystal lamp shone. Fang Ping was bandaging the wounded, while several patrolmen sat around the wall, wiping their weapons.

The door was pushed open, and Colin walked in. He was still wearing that silver-white plate armor, which now bore several claw marks and bloodstains, some from orcs and some from his own.

"Lin Tian." Colin walked to the center of the barracks, his gaze falling on Lin Tian. His tone was as low and steady as ever. "I've already seen your personal kill stats from today's city defense battle."

The barracks fell silent. All the patrol members stopped what they were doing and listened intently.

"Seventy-eight orc infantrymen, twelve slingers, and six wolf riders were killed." Colin paused, his gaze shifting almost imperceptibly, "plus one level 80 elite. His total kills rank first in the Third Garrison."