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

Chapter 615 Frenzied Slaughter of Alien Races 2

The third second.

The repulsive field has expanded to cover the entire valley.

The orc soldiers were thrown out of the camp as if by an invisible giant hand, crashing into the rocky walls at the edge of the valley.

The sounds of impact rose and fell, like someone repeatedly pounding the mountain wall with a giant hammer, each sound accompanied by the muffled thud of bones and flesh shattering.

Black blood mist splattered up from the rock face.

One of the wolf riders was thrown against a rock wall thirty meters high. His body was bent at an impossible angle at the moment of impact, and then he slowly slid down, leaving a long trail of blood on the rock wall.

One shaman was lucky—no, perhaps even more unlucky—he didn't crash into the rock wall, but instead crashed into a dead tree growing out of a crevice in the rock.

The branches of the dead tree pierced through his chest, suspending him in mid-air like a tattered flag.

The weight of the minotaur war beasts prevented them from flying very far, but this very reason led to their most terrible fate—

Instead of being flung against the rock face, they were pressed to the ground by repulsive forces.

The immense impact shattered the minotaur's bones from the inside, tore his muscles to shreds, and caused his internal organs to gush out of his mouth and nose.

Their bodies smashed five shallow craters in the ground, the edges of which were filled with a muddy mixture of brown soil and red blood.

Of the five war behemoths, none survived.

The fifth second.

Lin Tian withdrew his left hand.

The valley returned to silence.

The corpses of three thousand five hundred orc soldiers were scattered in every corner of the valley—under the cliffs, in the grass, in the streams, and even a few were hanging on dead trees halfway up the mountain.

Some bodies were intact, but twisted into positions that humans could not possibly achieve; others were unrecognizable, resembling a bag of shattered bones and flesh.

The blood pooled into a stream, flowing along the valley's terrain to a low-lying area, forming a small, dark red pond.

A thin layer of blood foam floated on the surface of the pond, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

From start to finish, it took less than ten seconds.

Three thousand five hundred orc soldiers were completely wiped out.

"Next." Lin Tian had already turned and flown towards the ridge.

Celia snapped out of her daze, her white hair fluttering in the wind, and quickly spread her wings to chase after it:

"Brother Tian, ​​wait for me! The next tribe is thirty miles north! It's a bit smaller than this one, about two thousand eight hundred people!"

Lin Tian nodded.

My pace quickened a bit.

The next ten hours were a nightmare from which the beastmen and barbarian tribes within a 500-mile radius north of Juxia City could not wake up.

Lin Tian did not deliberately choose a target.

His route was simple—starting from Great Gorge City, he advanced in a straight line to the northwest, annihilating any tribes he encountered, slaughtering any camps he came across, and cleaning up any patrols he encountered.

No orc or barbarian stronghold could stop him for more than fifteen seconds.

A barbarian nomadic tribe of two thousand people.

Barbarians are more savage, stronger, and less tactically minded than orcs.

Their warriors were shirtless, wielding battle axes taller than men, and riding wild, savage bulls larger than oxen.

Their shamans don't use complicated spells, only the simplest Bloodlust and Blessing of Fury.

Their camp had no permanent buildings, only quick-disassembly animal skin tents.

Such a tribe is considered to be of medium size among barbarian tribes.

But in front of Lin Tian, ​​there is no difference between medium-sized and no-sized.

The moment the light of [Universal Guidance] illuminated the sky above the barbarian camp, two thousand eight hundred barbarian warriors simultaneously felt the breath of death.

Then there is no more then.

After the light faded, only 2,800 corpses remained in the camp.

Lin Tian stood in the center of the battlefield for three seconds, allowing the system to automatically pick up the dropped items, and then continued on his way.

next.

A mixed tribe of orcs with 4,300 members.

This tribe is larger and has a more diverse troop composition than the previous Bloodfang Outpost.

In addition to the regular wolf riders and shamans, there are orc mages—a rare orc variant that uses elemental magic—and two wyverns—orc aerial units.

With 4,300 men, plus air support and magical attacks, this configuration would be a force capable of turning the tide of any battle between NPCs.

But for Lin Tian, ​​the difference between having a few more types of soldiers is just a matter of pressing a few more keys.

[Dominator's Eye] activated.

A dark light shone in Lin Tian's eyes.

The two bipedal dragons let out a scream in the air at the same time and fell directly from a height of 100 meters.

Their mental strength is insufficient to withstand the mental attacks of [Dominator's Eye].

True mental damage, ignoring defense, resistance, and shields.

Then, the combination attack of [Shinra Bansho - Gravity] + [Shinra Bansho - Repulsion] is used.

Lin Tian had mastered this combination technique to perfection—attraction to gather monsters, repulsion to clear the field, with the two skills less than three seconds apart, so no creature could react in such a short time.

The scale of 4,300 people is indeed larger than that of 3,500 people. It took half a second longer to gather the monsters and another half a second longer to clear the field.

The next tribe, a large nomadic alliance of barbarians.

This was a temporary alliance of three barbarian tribes, with a total population of over six thousand.

They had gathered together to launch a massive autumn offensive against the city of Great Gorge—autumn was, according to barbarian tradition, the season of hunting and plunder.

They carried leather bags filled with strong liquor, roasted meat, and sharpened battle axes, ready to wreak havoc beneath the walls of Great Gorge.

Then they met Lin Tian.

[Astral rays].

A beam of silver light shot out from his fingertip, piercing through the entire camp.

Where the beam of light passed, the tent was neatly cut in two, a scorched trench was carved into the ground, and the barbarian warrior's body was split in the middle, with starlight shimmering at the cut.

This is not an ordinary laser or energy beam.

This is pure star power, possessing 50% spell penetration.

The barbarian warriors' thick hides and crudely made iron armor, which they were so proud of, were like paper in front of the star rays.

A row.

A row.

Another row.

The area swept by the [Star Ray] beam formed a death zone approximately 400 meters long and 5 meters wide.

Three hundred barbarian warriors fell in that instant.

not enough.

Lin Tian changed his skill.

【Starstorm】.

The sky was torn apart.

A rift opened up above the camp, and purple light poured down from it, illuminating the entire wasteland.

The barbarian warriors looked up and witnessed the most dazzling, and also the most deadly, scene they had ever seen in their lives...