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The blacksmiths on the mountain began to mobilize.

"The ancestor is resurrected?"

"What the hell!"

"The boss dungeon has refreshed."

"Stop it, the ancestor has died once and has recovered from the awakening, becoming ordinary Embers, no need to kill again."

"Everyone go for ancestral worship."

Everyone clamored noisily.

They were very curious about the mysterious ancestor.

After all, they'd met the previous two; only the last one was left.

Those with a full collection compulsive disorder finally awaited this day.

Jiucai Rong started to organize everyone:

"Even though according to reliable intelligence, reborn Embers probably don't have memories."

"Still, we must be cautious; those familiar with having hacked the ancestor before, step forward."

More than twenty blacksmiths awkwardly stepped forward.

"Money Child, step forward."

A group of Money Children also walked out awkwardly.

"Very good, our ancestor's Human Race bloodline, charge forward."

With the teleportation array activated by Ning Zheng, they started to arrive at Bottle Ancestor's paper house location.

The place was already in ruins, with various remnants and broken walls, many wandering Embers were surprisingly loitering here.

And they were the kind with red eyes, extremely furious.

Seeing these delicate and delicious little blacksmiths, they instantly rushed over in excitement.

Right away, some blacksmiths got bitten.

"Help!" "What the hell" "Sneak attack, no martial virtue" "Damn planner playing insta-kill"

A chorus of miserable cries echoed.

The blacksmiths behind, seeing this scene, didn't rescue anyone either.

Mainly betraying brothers.

"Hahahaha" Amidst laughter, they bolted back to the teleportation array.

They weren't cherishing their lives but wanted to die worthwhile!

If died by Embers, bones and flesh would be sucked away, becoming part of Embers Void Bubble.

If the corpses can't be forged, wouldn't that be dying for nothing? Big loss?

The group returned to the teleportation array, speaking to the blacksmiths queuing to enter:

"Damn it, don't go, there are tons of monsters on the other side!"

"Those brutes got bitten to death."

"Hahaha, they lost everything!"

Su Yuniang was stunned too, asked those gloating blacksmiths:

"On the other side of the teleportation array, it's all monsters piled on the ancestor's paper house ruins, why haven't they come up the mountain to the inn."

"Eyes are blood-red; this characteristic likely means they've started to lose it." Daojiu analyzed: "Estimate they're about halfway up the mountain, as they approach, they gradually lose reason and wander here."

Everyone thought it made sense too.

Probably heard the tavern's rumors and rushed over.

But Red Sun was too close, especially the last three days, the ultimate big riot.

They lost their minds and directly went berserk.

Therefore, they stayed where originally were, wandering around like zombies?

"What to do then?"

"We need to worship the ancestor, repair his house, but that place is full of monsters."

"Of course! The ancestor's location is the mansion's defense gap, certainly many monsters."

"Fight, let's eliminate the monsters and build the house."

Everyone discussed intensely.

The ancestral worship event was indeed not so simple.

This sneaky planner really knows how to play.

This time the main line was very clear.

Jiucai Rong immediately took a sign, planted it at the mansion entrance.

[Emergency Task: Third Ancestral Worship]

[Task Description: Please traverse the teleportation array, establish a forward base, hold against the monster sea, repair the ancestor's paper house, last until the ancestor's resurrection CD.]

Everyone instantly got excited.

This is another siege warfare!

Unlike the aerial battle with the crows, this time it's land warfare.

Though forging clang, clang is fun, some thrilling activities are nice too!

They calculated.

There are two types of monsters to guard against:

Five-Body Realm Fierce Ghost: Like most of the Five-Body Realm ones, all are close-combat.

Four Viscera Realm Fierce Ghost: Moves nimbly, has abundant visceral mana, mainly adept at long-range spell attacks.

"Should we slash the Adoptive Father? Adoptive Father spawns troops, more the better, a bunch of archers come over to clean up, it's so simple." Someone suggested.

"Bah, this would lower the rating." Jiucai Rong disagreed, "We have chances to win!"

"If they riot, it likely means lost their reasoning; dealing with brainless ghosts, we can set traps."

They devised a plan and prepared to start.

"Charge!"

"Kill the duck!"

The first wave of the teleportation array team, led by Money Child strong shield soldiers.

Thump! Thump thump! Their steps steady, carrying the Magic Copper Shield ahead, ready to clear a landing site.

Splash!~

Upon entering, the imagined massive siege did not occur; most of the ghosts were still gnawing on corpses.

"Those dead ironworkers ended up being of great merit."

"Damn it, it's even scarier. Did you see those two leading the corpse-eating? The others don't dare to even show anger. Could they be Four Viscera Realm fierce ghosts?"

"Boss, there are actually two of them!"

"Quickly plant the shields into the ground."

"Wall defense line."

"Damn, I'm all fired up, cold weapon warfare."

The Magic Copper Shield is an exceptionally good defense, even weak ghosts at the Five-Body Realm cannot easily break it.

It even greatly restrains spell-type fierce ghosts at the Four Viscera Realm.

Because the essence of these magic coppers is energy storage.

Spells are also a form of energy and can absorb some of the spell damage.

In fact, it's only because these ironworkers have mines at home that they can afford to use Magic Copper Coarse Embryos, copper shields, and Magic Copper arrows for combat.

This is equivalent to using half a Magical Artifact to block spells.

Of course, these Magic Copper Coarse Embryos are smelted and recast, without any loss.

When those wandering ghosts finished eating, they indeed began to besiege them.

Especially those two fierce ghosts at the Four Viscera Realm. After consuming flesh, they seemed to regain some sanity, looking at them.

"Hehehe, what are these people doing?" one was a skinny, sickly scholar.

The other one, a scrawny middle-aged man, said, "I remember they just ran away in fright, laughing mockingly, and now they're back."

That's a bit odd.

Laughing, clearly callous, yet they came back to save the corpses? That's baffling.

"Do they seriously think that a group of Unity Realm cultivators can fight us?"

The two thought they hadn't died.

But they were far from being good people.

Originally Talisman Masters, they fled the city and temporarily switched to become Tribulation Cultivators.

Even if they weren't in a combat profession, their talent was merely an auxiliary spell for drawing talismans.

But a Four Viscera Realm is still a Four Viscera Realm.

Relying purely on realm suppression, they could kill most Five-Body Realm combat cultivators.

To them, mortals were like ants.

The Unity Realm cultivators before them, at best, could keep up with their mental actions.

But could their hands and feet keep up?

"Kill!"

The two teamed up to cast a few general-purpose wood series spells, striking the Magic Copper Shield, only to find it merely killed people and knocked shields flying.

Behind them, not a single person was dead.

"So tough, it's Magic Copper. How do they have such things as shields?" Their gazes flashed with heat and astonishment.

If spells are useless, then they won't use spells.

They directly charged into this group of shield soldiers.

"The boss is coming up."

"Raise the shield! Raise the shield!"

"Block it!"

"What should we do next?"

"Are you dumb? Hold the boss, clear the rest of the instance's little monsters first."

The ironworkers bore their shields in front.

But before they could hold up for long, someone got scared, dropped the shield, and ran away.

"Shit, run!"

"I don't want to die."

"Damn it, you cowards, where the hell are you running off to?" Someone led the run, and the remaining ironworkers followed, abandoning their shields.

"Is the morale gone just like that?"

"Truly weak."

The two Tribulation Cultivators let out a cold smirk.

Chasing them down, blood splattered, one by one falling in pools of blood.

But after a few ironworkers were killed, the fleeing ones turned to look:

"Damn, this time they're not eating the corpses."

"Perhaps the previous ones filled their void bubbles; their bodies no longer need flesh."

"Then there's no point in running! If they're not eating corpses, anything is negotiable."

The two Tribulation Cultivators frowned secretly, what do they take them for?

Although they kill and plunder, they weren't so perverted as to eat people; it was psychologically and physiologically unacceptable.

Even though they couldn't understand what was being said, it didn't hinder them from continuing to chase and kill these deserters.

But a terrifying scene appeared.

Those deserters suddenly regained their morale.

"Brothers, kill the boss!"

"He doesn't eat people. I told you this damn plan, not that pitiful."

"Then I'm not afraid of death, my body can go into the forging furnace."

...

They too stopped running, turned to pick up the shields on the ground, and faced forward.

Shields were raised from all sides, surrounding to squeeze the two of them as if turning the two cultivators into a sandwich cookie?

"It's the first time I've seen such idiots. Are they scared crazy? Who fights like this?"

"Raising shields to squeeze in, is this a volunteer death mission?"

"I don't know either! Damn, why do their eyes look all red, a bit excited, I'm getting a little scared."

Though they looted refugees, loose cultivators, they were essentially pampered Talisman Masters.

Having never experienced a decent combat, this was ridiculous in their sight.

These people with shields forcibly enclosing them, who was the dominant pursuer?