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

Chapter 585 First Battle Victory

The defenders took their positions around the crenellations, archers occupied the high firing ports, and mages stood beside the rune nodes at the rear, beginning to charge the defensive array. No one spoke, and no one wandered off.

The atmosphere on the city wall was oppressive, like the suffocating few minutes before a storm.

Lin Tian climbed onto the platform in the middle of the city wall and stood by the crenellations, looking out.

The orc camp in the distance was in chaos. Tents were being torn down, fences were being pushed aside, and black plumes of smoke rose from all over the camp—the orcs were burning unwanted supplies, a standard procedure before launching an attack.

In front of the camp, a large number of gray-green figures were gathering. Not dozens, but hundreds. They were lined up in loose rows, each orc holding a weapon—an iron axe, a bone hammer, a stone spear, some of which were still stained with dried blood.

Infantry group.

Fang Ping had somehow appeared beside Lin Tian. "Have you ever fought a battle of this scale before?"

"no."

"Then remember one thing." Fang Ping stared at the enemy group in the distance, his voice low but his words forceful, "On the city wall, you are a defender, not a lone wolf. No matter how strong a single person is, they can't withstand hundreds or thousands of people charging up at the same time."

Lin Tian did not answer.

"But that move of yours was really impressive," Fang Ping added, patting Lin Tian on the shoulder before striding towards his defensive position.

The horn sounded again. This time it came from the city walls, higher and sharper than the orcs' horns.

The runes on the city wall lit up simultaneously. A dark red light spread across the wall, all the defensive nodes were activated, and energy surged from the crystal core, flowing like blood along the runic pathways. The entire city wall trembled slightly, then stabilized.

The enemy forces began their advance.

The first wave to charge was orcish infantry. They ran on four short, stubby legs, much faster than humans, hundreds of gray-green figures forming a surging gray tide across the wasteland. Piercing roars erupted from their mouths, the sounds mingling together like the simultaneous howls of thousands of wild boars.

"Ballista—fire!"

At the commander's order from the city wall, more than a dozen ballistae fired simultaneously. Arm-thick bolts, whistling through the air, hurtled towards the enemy ranks, exploding in the gray tide. Two orcs were pierced by the same bolt, their flesh and blood splattering everywhere. But more orcs surged forward from behind, crushing their fallen comrades as they continued their charge.

"Archers—Surround Shot!"

Arrows rained down from the city walls, pelting the orc ranks. The first few rows of orcs were riddled with arrows, but the orcs behind them continued their charge, stepping over the corpses.

The catapults were deployed.

Behind the orcish formation, a dozen crudely made catapults roared almost simultaneously. Watermelon-sized stones were hurled into the air, their arcs slamming into the city walls.

The first stone struck a runic node on the city wall; the rune flickered violently but was not penetrated.

But a second stone followed immediately, striking the same spot. The rune shattered.

The third stone crashed through the crack, landing next to an archer. It exploded upon impact, scattering shrapnel that sliced ​​off half of the archer's shoulder, throwing him to the ground by the shockwave.

"Mage! Repair the runes! Patch the gaps!" The commander's roar echoed across the city walls.

Lin Tian stood at the crenellation of the city wall in the middle section. The orc siege ladders were set up, the first ladder resting on the crenellation less than twenty meters away from him, the iron hook at the top gripping the edge of the city wall tightly. Three orcs climbed the ladder at the same time, the one at the top already sticking half its body out.

Lin Tian's teammates made the first move.

Fang Ping was the first to rush to the rampart, wielding both swords simultaneously. One sword severed the arm of the top orc, while the other pierced its throat. The two warriors behind him worked together to support the top of the ladder and pushed it outwards. The ladder swayed a few times in mid-air but didn't fall over—there were too many orcs below.

The archers fired continuously from the side, each arrow hitting the orc on the ladder, but the orc's hide was too thick, and the arrows stopped halfway in, failing to kill him at all.

The sorcerer chanted an incantation from behind, and a fireball condensed at the tip of his staff, slamming into the ladder. The ladder shook slightly from the blast, but remained standing. The ladder's wood was very hard, covered with a layer of damp mud, so the flames couldn't ignite.

Lin Tian raised his right hand.

He didn't use any large-area clearing skills. This isn't the open world; there are too many friendly units here, and large-area skills don't distinguish between friend and foe.

He used only one star ray.

A golden beam of light shot from his fingertip, precisely piercing the head of the orc at the top of the siege ladder. The beam didn't stop there; it continued downwards, passing through the chest of the second orc, through the neck of the third, and finally emerging from the mouth of the fourth.

Four orcs fell off the ladder at the same time, their health bars dropping to zero in mid-air.

Fang Ping turned his head sharply, his mouth agape, almost shouting out loud. He had just struggled to kill one, while Lin Tian had pierced through four with a single shot.

"you--"

"Left side," Lin Tian interrupted him.

Fang Ping was taken aback and turned to look to his left. Another ladder had been erected, even closer than the previous one. He gritted his teeth, grabbed his twin swords, and charged forward.

The battle continues.

The city walls were constantly being breached, only to be patched up again by the veterans' desperate attempts to repair them. Waves of orc infantry surged forward, while the ballistae and archers on the walls relentlessly reaped kills. Casualties on both sides were rising rapidly.

Lin Tian maneuvered back and forth along the middle section of the city wall. He never strayed too far from the crenellations, going wherever there was a gap. A single Star Ray could wipe out all the orcs on a ladder.

He didn't use the Myriad Manifestations of Heaven because there were too many friendly troops on the city wall; nor did he use Starstorm because that skill consumed too much energy, and it wasn't the right time yet.

He only uses star rays. One shot, one point, precise, efficient, no splashing, no friendly fire.

In ten minutes, Lin Tian had cleared away at least nine ladders by himself.

Fang Ping's left arm was slashed by the orc's stone spear, the flesh rolled back, and blood dripped down his fingers, but he seemed not to feel it. He attacked the left side, then the right, and then returned to the middle.

During a lull in the fight, he panted heavily and gave Lin Tian a thumbs-up. "You...you're fucking cheating, aren't you?"

"He's very talented," Lin Tian said.

Fang Ping wanted to roll his eyes, but an orc popped out from the crevice, so he could only grit his teeth and charge forward again.

The shouts of battle from the city wall continued for nearly an hour before gradually subsiding.