Roulette World

Zizikaba lowered his head, paying silent tribute to the San Guanshi who had completely disappeared in the sky.

For a person who came into contact with the library palace far earlier than Ye Zhongming, he had deep contacts with many bibliophiles.

Although I didn't have as much contact with the third manager as I did with the ten district chiefs, I still had meals and even drank wine together a few times.

Perhaps if Zizikaba is also a top player, there will be more intersections with each other.

But none of these hindered the deep sadness in Zizikaba's heart at the moment.

Sadness is naturally for the third steward, and also for other bibliophiles.

Because Zizikaba knew that the death of the third steward was just the beginning, and many bibliophiles would die today and in the future.

In his opinion, those people may be the purest people in this universe.

Their desires, yearnings, and desires are all so simple, so simple that anyone who knows it will find it boring and unimaginable.

But this is bibliophiles, a group of simple to pale alternative existences.

All they want is freedom.

For these, they have to pay a lot, including their lives.

Life is gone, what freedom are we talking about?

Zizikaba didn't quite understand it before, because the cooperation between the Library Palace and Ye Zhongming originally represented a subversion of the order, and such a thorough change required too much effort.

He is not opposed to it, but has the worry and confusion that a normal life should have in an uncertain future.

But just now, he felt the obsession and relief of the third steward before he died.

Perhaps what they really care about is not freedom, but to allow all people, all races, to get to know bibliophiles again.

And probably, wanting to awe them all life.

A bibliophile is not a librarian, but a controller of knowledge, a venerable who is not weaker than any life and even stronger than them.

They want freedom and dignity.

Is there still revenge?

Even the beings who set up the curse in the first place have already passed away.

Zizikaba understood that what he had to do now was to help the bibliophiles complete these tasks.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

"You come from many races, you didn't know each other once, you're not even friendly now."

Zizikaba's voice sounded calmly, allowing every soldier here to hear it.

"But it doesn't matter, just a little bit of the same."

"We all survived with the money from the Library Palace, and we all became stronger with the knowledge from the Library Palace."

"Now, it's time to give back to others."

"We will fight with the bibliophiles."

"We're going to fight to break the established rules."

"We will fight to create a new era."

"See those dwarves? Smash 'em!"

After the loud reply, the crowd rushed in like a tide. They were not as neatly dressed as the dwarves, and they had all kinds of protective gear and weapons.

They also don't have the rigorous battle formation that the dwarves still have even after suffering a heavy blow and more than half of the casualties.

But in the eyes of these people, there is something more than the dwarves.

Hope? longing? Forget me?

Maybe all of them, maybe more than that.

In their own way, they collided with the dwarven battle formation from all directions.

Those bibliophiles on the ground joined them and soon became the backbone, fighting with them as the center of battle one by one. With the strength accumulated over the years, Zizikaba began to strangle the third mechanical legion of the Talos red dwarves.

Or rather, strangling each other.

People fall all the time, and most of those who fall never get up again.

The two sides in the battle have no time to watch the battle in the air, even if they know very well that the result there will determine the result here.

They don't care, they just want to kill each other.

The fighting will of the two sides is extremely firm, which is reflected in the actions, which are ferocious, fierce, and decisive.

The battlefields in the sky and the world all witness the fragility of life at this time.

Even the top players are the same.

Keremuken spun his body, and the Vulcan-level helmet formed a whirlwind around his body, making it difficult for people outside to see the situation clearly.

The attacks of the masters of the same level landed on it, and they were either bounced or swallowed.

The ability of the fierce god-level defensive equipment is amazing under the stimulation.

"That's not right." A chief librarian said softly, his body moved in one direction, but just as he moved, the whirlwind that originally protected Keremuken suddenly accelerated its rotation speed, and then suddenly grew stronger.

Because of the unknown situation, the five besieged bibliographers all retreated back.

It was during this brief gap that a figure popped out of the whirlwind, and escaped from the surroundings of the five bibliophiles almost instantly.

The moving direction of the figure is Lingqin's side.

The whirlwind that expanded its range no longer rotated at the high speed before the figure, that is, Keremuken, flew out, and turned into energy that violently overflowed towards the surroundings, which also caused a little hindrance to several bibliophiles.

"Master Lin Qin, let's go!"

After flying out, Keremuken roared towards Lingqin, and at the same time a pair of flute-shaped weapons appeared in his hands. Following the roar, he swung it towards the two bibliophiles who were fighting with Lingqin, and the phantom of the weapons instantly disappeared. Arriving in front of the bibliophile, there was a small but piercing sound wave from the flute weapon.

Lingqin's face became even uglier.

Maybe other people don't know what Keremuken is going to do, but Lingqin does.

The raging god-level equipment held by Keremuken is dedicated to defense. In battle, the main duty of this peak master is also defense.

This Raging God-level defense is not in the narrow sense, but in a broad sense covering many aspects such as individual defense, team defense, and battle formation defense. There are also various defense methods, and it can even produce some gain.

Among the dwarves, everyone is used to calling this helmet, which is not surprising in appearance, the Dusty Sky.

But apart from defense, Keremuken's attack ability and methods are the weakest among the top players. The power of his rules is basically in the aspect of defense.

It is impossible for his attack to have any substantial impact on the two bibliophiles, but Keremuken shot without hesitation without reservation.

Knowing that it won't do much, why do you still do it?

Keremuken gave the answer.

While moving, his body threw the weapon out, and then threw out the dusty sky.

"I can't fight anymore, let's go!"

Keremuken's voice rang directly beside Lingqin's ears. The patriarch's wife understood that everything this companion did just now was to hand over this defensive Raging God weapon to her. For this reason, Keremuken risked his life at all costs.

Behind him, the attacks of the five librarians had arrived. After losing the protection of the dusty sky, Keremuken had no ability or willingness to stop it.

"All of the Third Mechanical Legion! Escort Lord Lingqin to evacuate, and finish the mission even if the last one dies."

"A master craftsman cannot die!"

The mad-like deputy head of the third mechanical regiment issued the last order in his life.