Rocot: Reborn

The undercurrents of the Dark Night Realm surged, and the powerful and influential people were scheming against each other. Rokod was like a hunter lurking in the shadows, quietly manipulating everything. Just when his ruling position was in jeopardy, the news that Run Jianfeng, the strongest man in the righteous path, took on the responsibility of the Guardian, pierced the haze of the Dark Night Realm like lightning.

The changes brought about by this wind of justice were swift and violent, like the heroic epics in ancient mythology, inspiring the hearts of those who followed the right path. Newcomers rushed to join the ranks of the apostles, and with the oath of eradicating evil, they plunged into this vigorous reform.

But beneath the scenes of grandeur, the truth is often more complicated. Roccod keenly smelled something unusual, and there seemed to be endless darkness hidden behind justice. He calmly analyzed the situation, and it seemed that Run Jianfeng's self-torture, the infighting of the First Family, the desire of the White Saint to die, and the truth of his own assassination were all inextricably linked.

He opened the window and let the night wind blow away the dullness in the study. Under the night sky, the lights of thousands of houses in the dark world were like stars, but mysterious. He knew that under this calm appearance, everyone's desires and ambitions were like the stars in the night sky, with their own orbits.

Suddenly, a figure quietly appeared outside the window, wearing a coat that blended into the night, and looked at him with a smile. Roccod raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm another lurking hunter in this world of darkness," the man replied with a smile, an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

"Oh? What's your prey?" Rocot raised the corner of his mouth slightly and slowly closed the window. He knew that the fun show in the dark night world had just begun.

The night wind blew through the dark night, bringing a hint of chill. At the top of the tower, Rocot stood by the window, his deep eyes piercing through the night, observing the complicated streets below. His face looked particularly gloomy in the dim light, and the smile on his lips carried an unfathomable deep meaning.

His sight was fixed on a figure shrouded in a black cloak. The figure moved swiftly, sliding from one dark corner to another, like a star that was afraid of light. Roccod narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the window frame with his fingers, and whispered to himself: "Shadow, what is your master planning?"

With a sudden thunder, he turned and walked towards an ancient device in the center of the room. It was covered with dust, but at this moment it emitted a soft blue light. Roccod tapped a few times, and a complex network diagram appeared on the screen, showing the flow and connection of various forces in the Dark Night Realm. His eyes gradually sharpened, and he accurately selected one of the lines. The screen immediately enlarged and displayed the detailed information of Run Jianfeng.

"Run Jianfeng, what kind of storm will this rising star in the Dark Night Realm bring?" Roccod muttered in a low voice, and then a cold smile quietly passed across his face. He quickly entered the command on the screen, and then a series of data began to change rapidly, like a ghost fire floating in the night, mysterious and unpredictable.

The biting wind blew again, and he suddenly stood up straight, looking out the window at the vast dark world, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if to pierce through the layers of darkness. He knew that the game he was in was much more complicated than what he saw on the surface.

At this time, the moon peeked out from the thick clouds, and the cold white moonlight shone on Roccod's face, adding a bit of mysterious luster to his evil aura. He took a deep breath of the damp and cold air in the night sky, turned his head, and stared at the unusually bright line on the increasingly blurred screen: "It's time to see the real dark night hunting."

Slowly stepping into the deeper shadows, Rocot's black robe merged with the night. In the distance, the newly revealed moonlight was gradually swallowed up by the clouds, and the entire dark night world was once again immersed in the bottomless darkness.

The nights during the rainy season were always covered with dark clouds, and the lights of the Dark Night Castle were only dimly lit in the haze. Rocot stood by the window, his robe fluttering slightly in the cold wind, his eyes deep and sharp, as if he could penetrate the dark sky.

A thunderbolt split the night sky, followed by a rumble of thunder, as if it was the angry whisper of the sky. Roccod slowly raised his hand and stretched it into the rain curtain. The raindrops slid down along the traces of his skin, cold and piercing. His expression was a mixture of unyielding and ambition. This storm seemed to have awakened his desire for power.

"The stone walls of this castle have a history of thousands of years, and it is up to me to continue its glory." Rocot's voice was almost drowned out by the thunder, but his determination was clear.

The wind blew his black hair, and he turned and walked back to the simple study. Under the light, ancient books piled up like a mountain. His fingers gently slid across the covers with traces of time. Each book was the crystallization of power and wisdom. Rocot seemed to be able to feel the breath of his predecessors through these pages.

He stopped in front of a heavy book. On the silver cover was a family seal. It was his family—a family that had gone through storms and still stood. Rocot gently turned the first page. Every word seemed profound and important.

"The family's honor must not be lost. My rebirth cannot be just for revenge." He muttered to himself and suddenly looked up, as if he had decided on something important.

The door of the study opened silently, and a figure stood silently at the door. It was his chief guard, Leah. Her face was beautiful and serious, and her eyes were full of loyalty.

"Lord, there is news that there are signs of unrest in the Cangxu area." There was a hint of urgency in Leah's voice.

Rocot nodded slightly, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "Prepare my horse and equipment, we will set off immediately."

Leia was slightly stunned, then saluted solemnly, "Yes, my lord."

Rocot put on his black cloak again, and his figure looked even taller under the light. The night was as dark as ink, and the storm was getting more and more intense, as if foreshadowing a bigger storm to come. And Rocot, the ruler of darkness, was preparing to meet his fate in the storm, and all this was just the beginning.

As the rainstorm raged, Rocot and Leah quickly moved through the dark passages of the ancient castle. Torches flickered on both sides of the bottomless corridor, stretching their shadows long, twisted and strange.

Suddenly, Rocot stopped and said in a deep voice, "We are not alone." Leah looked around nervously. She was good at perception and well-trained, and soon she noticed a hint of unusual movement in the darkness in the distance.

"It's the 'Shadow Assassins'. I can feel their aura assimilating into the night." Just as Leia finished her words, several black shadows separated from the darkness like ghosts and quickly approached them.

Rocot smiled slightly, a smile that showed a desire for a challenge and an unquestionable sense of oppression. "Let them come, it will make this scene more interesting."

Instantly, he pulled out a dark long sword from his cloak, the tip of the sword flashing with cold light. Leah followed closely behind, drawing her double blades, her movements as agile as a cheetah.

The shadows seemed to be aware of Rokod's extraordinaryness. They paused for a moment, but soon rushed forward at a faster speed. Lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the fight at that moment. The sword shadows and sword lights intertwined, like weaving a deadly web.

Each of Rocot's swords contained great power and unfathomable wisdom. He not only fought physically, but also used every attack and defense to test the enemy's bottom line and intention. Leah was agile and graceful, her two swords shuttled between assassins like butterflies, swift and deadly.

As the battle progressed, a shadow fell, but they seemed to be endless, and the situation became more and more dangerous. "Lord, we need to retreat." Leah called out urgently after completing a sharp spin and knocking two opponents away.

There was a hint of coldness in Rocot's eyes. He swung his sword and cut off the head of the last assassin. "No, we must move forward. Every threat must be eliminated."

The two continued to go deeper into the bottom of the castle and came to an old library that had been severely neglected. Rocot pushed open the heavy door and dust flew. Their goal was here, a hidden secret room where a mysterious item that could change the power structure of the dark world was buried.

As they stepped into the dusty library, an ancient and mysterious atmosphere came over them. The dust and spider webs on the bookshelves seemed to have witnessed the changes of countless years, and a secret compartment in the deepest part attracted Roccod's attention. He took a few steps forward and was about to reach out to touch the hidden mechanism...

At this moment, Leah's nervous voice came from behind: "Master, be careful!"