On the other side, Mollett led more than a dozen melee warriors, and also collided with the four or five dwarves who rushed to the front.

"These dwarves have not regained their strength in life, they will only attack mechanically according to the routine. Everyone pay attention to dodge and entangle them. Give the magicians time to deal with the rest. Morlett shouted.

The holy weapons of these Ancestral Warriors are very powerful, and their own strength is also very amazing, and a spirit warrior who is not careful enough will be split into several pieces by them in a single look, but these Ancestral Spirit warriors are a lot slower than the spirit warriors in terms of reaction. Under the leadership of Morlett, the spirit attendants found the rhythm of the battle and began to grasp the initiative. They pestered a dwarven spirit warrior in small groups, and as long as they cooperated, they could stop them in their tracks.

The warriors' melee weapons do limited damage to these spirits, but they can slowly drain the energy in their bodies.

Also haunting the other four or five dwarven warriors are the ghost warriors and ghost mages summoned by Glade, the ghost mages unleash all kinds of curses and negative energy magic to contain the dwarven spirit warriors, and the ghost warriors fight much more insanely, they use their soul bodies to condense energy to collide with these spirit warriors. The body of the Ghost Warrior is much worse than the Divine Power Body of the Ancestral Warrior, and if the two collide, the Ghost Warrior will receive much more damage, but the cumulative damage received by the Immortal Warrior is not small, and the Ghost is a consumable in a certain sense in Glade's eyes, so it can be used in this way without any scruples. And if a Ghost Warrior takes excessive damage in a collision, he will return to the Gathering Roster to recover. Glade continued to summon mid-level and above-level ghost warriors to carry out suicide attacks, and actually beat the two Ancestral Warriors to a weakened state.

Song Hongyang's team of warriors and mages was responsible for dealing with the ancestral warriors who were carrying out long-range attacks with holy weapons and arrows. Surprisingly, their progress here was faster than Xiao Chen's, and no Ancestral Spirit Warrior could block the combined attack of the twenty high-level mages who cast spells together, let alone add the barrage of twenty air guns and four machine guns.

Two ancestral warriors with the Sacred Bow were torn to pieces in a wail. The two longbows also fell to the ground.

"It's not easy, you guys have hidden such strength. Seeing this, the doppelganger of the God of Forging said coldly, "However, this is just a futile struggle. As long as I pay a small price, all your efforts will be in vain. ”

He danced in front of him with both hands, and then waved his hand to shoot out a few red lights, and flew towards the few holy weapons that had already landed, only to see that the red light turned into a human form after approaching the holy weapons, and staggered into a new ancestral warrior, the new warrior raised the weapons on the ground and continued to attack Xiao Chen and the others.

"Do you think you can win by killing the Ancestral Warriors?Do you know how many strong dwarves have appeared among the dwarves in these thousands of years of history, and you are stronger than the entire dwarven race?" Let's see how long you can hold out. ”

"I knew that I should ignore those dwarves and kill this clone with all my might. Xiao Chen said depressedly.

"It's useless, how can the gods be so easy to deal with, as long as those red divine powers are here, everything will still happen like this, the high priest is just an introduction to divine power. Now that the God of Forging has given up the body of the High Priest and has become a diffuse energy state, it will not be easy to destroy him!"

As soon as Umedada's words fell, the red light mist floating in the room launched an attack, and the energy condensed in the light mist, and a red rain fell from the roof, and each raindrop fell on the shields of the mages on Xiao Chen's side, and the shields were like being hit hard, and they were shaken out ripples. The personal shields of the great mages could still hold on, but the large shields of Song Hongyang's subordinates were crumbling because they had received too many attacks. Luo Ling, Kona, and Elaine each teleported into the big shield, and they all held up new shields with their hands up, and only after the big shield was broken, they withstood the red rain in the sky.

Kona and Elaina's shields were larger than Luo Ling's, and beyond that, their respective shields only lasted a few seconds before shattering.

"Quick! Gather the people and make the shield smaller and release it again, we won't be able to last long!" Luo Ling threw out a hundred high-quality magic crystals from the storage ring. The crystals swirled around her. As the red rain rained down on her shield, the crystals spun and turned into powder in pieces. But she lasted much longer than the other two.

The spirit mages finally summoned a shield again after half a minute and stacked it under Luo Ling's shield, this time shrinking it to a quarter of its size. Finally resisted the red rain.

The melee fighters who fought at the front were in a much worse situation. They don't have a shield on their bodies, so they can only use the Dou Qi transformed from magic to resist the Red Rain, but the effect of the Dou Qi is far less than that of the shield. In addition to the great swordsman, Mollett can barely resist the invasion of the Red Rain. The other melee spirit servants were all protected by the fighting qi penetrated by the red rain, and once they were hit by the red rain, their bodies began to glow red, and then collapsed into powder from the place where they were hit.

And when the ancestral warriors who were fighting them were drenched in these red rains, it seemed to be injected with new energy, and their breath became even more violent. Taking advantage of the injuries of the spirit warriors, they began to kill on a large scale. By the time Tasia appeared behind Moret to raise their shields, except for Morlett and the two highest-level warriors, the other melee warriors had already been wiped out in half a minute. This red rain was even lethal to the soul, and most of the warrior souls that were killed were not able to return to Luo Ling's meditation space, but were scattered on the spot.

Even greater than these warriors were the ghost warriors, who didn't even have elemental body protection, and were wiped out by the red rain almost instantly.

Xiao Chen strengthened the spiritual detonation magic of an origin spell in his hand to the extreme, and used the thorn of the soul to hit the light mist in the sky, this spiritual detonation that reached the level of the holy level exploded on the zenith, and the red rain that was still falling was shocked and distorted, and they were shocked by Xiao Chen's magic and turned into mist again, gathering together while retreating to the corner.

The blow just now had already exceeded Xiao Chen's limit, and he gasped, sweeping around at a glance, and the number of people on his side was one-third less. The red rain had been raining for less than a minute, but it had taken a huge toll on him.