Rocot: Reborn

As the silver-armored warrior in front of them turned into a cold corpse, the entire light camp fell into complete chaos and panic. The flag they held high had fallen, symbolizing the collapse of justice and order. The soldiers were in a panic, some abandoned their weapons, some fled in all directions, and some tried to organize an effective counterattack.

Rocot, wearing a pitch-black battle armor, stood in the center of the battlefield. He looked up at the confused and chaotic sky. For a moment, an unknown emotion emerged in his heart. Was it compassion? Or a sense of accomplishment? He seemed to be thinking about why these people, these creatures, had evolved to this point.

He turned his head to look at his subordinates who were full of admiration and fatigue, and then looked at the desperate and panicked enemies in front of him. Locot took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, which was a farewell to the past and a desire for a new life.

He did not give the remaining soldiers a chance to kill them all. As proud as he was, he disdained to deal with those who had no power to resist. He knew that the situation on the chessboard was clear. The light camp, which had lost its leader and courage, was already a candle in the wind.

Rocot put away his weapon and let the strong wind on the battlefield blow his long hair. Seeing this, his subordinates also stopped. The war horses neighed, the dust settled, and this battlefield that had lasted for thousands of years finally wrote a new chapter in the dark night today.

He walked slowly into the distance alone, his dark figure gradually disappearing between heaven and earth, disappearing into the endless dark night. People of that era said that a thousand years later, there would be such a dark night walker who would guide the direction of destiny. And his name would become a legend...

Roccod walked alone in the desolate land a thousand years later. It was filled with the carnival of viruses and the breath of death. The first place he went to was the place where his concubine in his previous life lived - the laboratory of Ivar Gene Technology Company, where Morisa worked.

After arriving in this era, he quickly found this place. Ironically, this place was not far from his palace in his previous life. In his previous life, he was a supporter of dark technology. He believed that dark technology was the next stage of civilization evolution, carrying the hope of mankind to elevate itself to the realm of God. Yes, he was a supporter, but he was also the first victim.

In the underground passage of the Ivar Corporation headquarters, Roccod encountered a team of fully armed guards. These guards used ancient gunpowder weapons and even cold weapons. They were dressed like medieval knights, but they walked between the laboratories of the future.

"Who is it?" the captain of the guard growled in alarm.

Rocot made no reply, but stepped into the darkness.

The guards sensed the murderous intent coming from the shadows and raised their guns. However, they were still a little slow.

There was only a slight sound, and then Rocot leaped out of the darkness, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch him. Every time he swung his arms, there was a dull sound and spurting blood.

In an instant, deathly silence returned to the passage. The guards were lying in pools of blood or leaning against the wall, dying. Rocot stood in the middle of the passage, holding the broken automatic rifle in his hand, like a kitten carrying a trophy.

Even with the knowledge and memories of the previous thousand years, he still had to have an identity to survive in this era. Moreover, he needed an identity to approach Morisa who was hiding in the Holy See of Light.

Facing the guards' obstruction, Rocot slowly took out a silver pocket watch from his pocket and gently opened it. When the captain of the guards saw the identity emblem engraved inside the pocket watch, his pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly saluted and apologized.

"I am Lord Rocot." Rocot's voice was low, and no emotion could be heard.

"Lord Locot, my apologies. I wonder why you are here? We will arrange a guided tour for you immediately." The captain of the guard was extremely respectful and did not dare to be negligent at all.

Roccod took out a photo from his pocket and said slowly: "I'm looking for this person. Do you know where she is?"

The captain of the guard took the photo and after carefully examining it, his expression became quite strange.

"Sir, this... lady should be with Father Rodman now." The captain of the guard spoke carefully, not daring to meet Rocot's eyes.

"Rodman?" Rocot frowned. In his memory of his previous life, this name did not have a good reputation. As a close confidant of the Pope and a priest of the Church of Light, Rodman was known for his cruelty and ruthlessness.

Rocot knew that the power of the Church was huge and omnipresent. As the monarch of the Dark Night Kingdom, it was impossible for him to challenge the Church openly. Although he did not take the Church seriously in his previous life, he had to consider a more appropriate method now.

He looked at the captain of the guard and asked calmly, "Do you know how to contact Rodman? Tell him that I want to visit him and hope to be received by him."

The captain of the guard responded with a "Yes, sir," feeling relieved, and immediately went to convey the order.

The captain of the guard left in a hurry, leaving Rocot standing alone in the dim passage, watching the faint halo in front of him coldly. That was the only way to the Church of Light. The sneer on Rocot's face was particularly conspicuous in the darkness. He knew that Father Rodman would not easily meet a monarch who rose from the Shadow Kingdom, let alone him - a famous and ruthless Shadow King.

"I found you, Morissa." Rocot whispered to himself, his eyes were firm, but a hidden worry was rising in his heart.

Rocot walked through a series of winding corridors and arrived at a hidden door in the underground hall. He took a deep breath and leaned over the small hole in the door. His blue eyes shone strangely in the darkness. After a barely audible mechanical sound, the door slowly opened. Rocot walked in confidently.

The hall was brightly lit, and Rocot's eyes, which had seen life and death, scanned the surroundings, full of vigilance and calm analysis. The reception hall of the Church of Light was decorated with golden splendor, and the holy atmosphere formed a sharp contrast with the darkness of the exterior. A solemn altar stood in the center of the hall, and disciples in clerical robes stood on both sides with solemn expressions.

"Hmph, light? Ridiculous." Locot sneered in his heart and adjusted the collar of his clothes hidden under the dark cloak again. Several clergymen of the Holy See were already walking in front of him.

"Lord Rocot, I am Robert from the Holy See. The priest asks you to wait for a moment. He is dealing with some important matters now." A clergyman whose voice was as clear as a winter spring bowed to Rocot.

Rocot nodded slightly, the curve of his mouth almost invisible. He looked across the hall, but the figure he saw was not the one he expected.

"The question is, 'wait a moment', how long can it be?" Roccod sighed inwardly, but the other party remained unmoved, as if he had expected everything.

Just as Roccod was calculating the time and preparing for his next move, a steady and slightly magnetic voice suddenly sounded.

"Lord Rocot, welcome to the Church of Light. I'm Rodman, and we have prepared a delicious dinner. I hope you don't mind." As the words came, a man in luxurious priest robes walked into the hall. His eyes were stiff and harsh, revealing a subtle cruelty.

Roccod's heart was filled with alarm. This warm welcome seemed too sudden, and the hostility he should have had disappeared without a trace. He knew Rodman's methods very well. Behind this scene of enthusiasm, there must be a crisis that he could not predict. Just as he was about to respond, Roccod's sight was attracted by another person who walked into the hall - Morissa, his concubine in his previous life, who was accompanied by another priest and walked into his sight.

Morissa's face was still beautiful, but her eyes had lost their former vitality and agility, leaving only a deep and indiscernible loneliness. Her eyes met Rocot's for a moment, and at that moment, the world seemed to stop, with an invisible undercurrent and tenderness flowing between the two. However, just as Rocot was about to speak, Morissa, who was beside the priest, suddenly showed a strange light in the corner of her eyes - it was like a flame in the wind, fleeting.