Rocot: Reborn

Rokod was slightly stunned, only to find that the former commander had a faint smile on his face. "You are Lord Rokod, the Lord of the Dark Night who has become famous recently, right? It is an incomparable honor to meet you in the afterlife."

"Stop talking nonsense and answer my questions directly. How did Limana come back to life? Why did the Holy See of Light place her on that battlefield? Also, what is your real purpose?" Locot pressed on step by step. He knew very well that the other party must know something he didn't know.

"I will tell you everything you want to know." The former commander still kept smiling, "But sir, there are some very complicated things involved. I can't explain it to you here. If possible, I hope you can move to our secret meeting room."

"Okay, I'll go with you." As Roccod said this, he secretly paid attention to the surrounding environment and the former commander's every move. What he had experienced had taught him not to trust anyone easily.

Soon, they arrived at a secret meeting room that was extremely quiet and private. The former commander motioned for Roccod to sit down and poured him a glass of red wine.

"Lord Rocot, things are not as simple as you see in the video. Before answering your question, I want to tell you a story first." The former commander spoke with a sincere tone, as if he was telling his last words.

The former commander's eyes suddenly became serious. He gently unscrewed the cap of the red wine bottle. The aroma filled the air, but it seemed unable to cover up the conspiracy that was about to be revealed. A barely perceptible sneer passed across Roccod's lips. He knew that the silence at this moment was just the calm before the storm.

"Lord Rocot, the next story will touch upon your deepest secrets, involving ancient prophecies and forbidden powers." The former commander's voice was calm but carried an irresistible appeal.

Roccod narrowed his eyes, his heart was filled with alarm, but his voice remained calm, "Then let's get started. Let me see how much you know."

The former commander folded his hands, stared at Rocot, and began to narrate: "A long, long time ago, there was a king of the night. His power was unmatched and he ruled endless darkness. However, this king had a curse. The prophecy said that he would be betrayed by the person he trusted most, and his empire would collapse..."

Roccod's face changed slightly. This period of history was like a mirror, reflecting the destruction of his previous life. He stared at the former commander, not wanting to miss any emotional fluctuations.

The former commander continued, "However, the curse of this king is not without a way to break it. According to legend, his rebirth will herald the arrival of a new era, and he must find the person who betrayed him and uncover the truth behind the betrayal before he can truly break free from the shackles of fate."

Roccod's heart is in turmoil. How much evil is hidden in this story? What path can it point out for him? After his rebirth, does he really have a chance to crack this chess game that has been arranged by fate?

The former commander gently put down the glass, and his tone suddenly became low, "The power of the King of Darkness is far stronger than you think. However, behind that person's betrayal of you, it was actually..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the meeting room. Roccod frowned, as the commotion was undoubtedly someone coming nearby. The former commander seemed to have noticed something unusual, and his expression changed slightly. "It seems that our meeting must be temporarily suspended."

A sharp look flashed in Rocot's eyes, and he stood up quickly. His intuition told him that there would be an unexpected storm next. He had to be prepared to face all possible situations, including facing the person who made him suffer the pain of betrayal. In this future world, only by never letting down his guard can he ensure that he stands at the top.

The sudden turmoil came to an abrupt end. The figure standing at the door of the conference room brought the grievances and entanglements of Roccod's previous life back to the stage of this apocalypse...

The figure outside the door slowly entered Rocot's field of vision. Although it was only for a moment, he felt the pressure that seemed to freeze the air. The man's steps were steady, as if every step was stepping on Rocot's heart, forcing the King of Darkness to be on high alert.

"I knew you would come," Rocot's voice was low and cold in every word.

The figure finally entered the light, his black clothes were like ink, his face was like a knife, and his eyes were as deep as a black hole that swallowed all the light. He was the Shadow Warrior, a member of one of the most mysterious organizations in the future world, and also his old rival in his previous life.

"Ha, Rocot, you should know that this is no longer the era for you to rule the darkness," the shadow warrior's voice was cold and full of majesty that could not be challenged.

Rocot unnoticeably slid his hand towards the dagger at his waist, but his face remained calm and composed: "Times may have changed, but some things, such as your arrogance, will never change."

The shadow warrior raised his eyebrows. This man was still so unpredictable. He paused, his eyes as sharp as a blade: "You should know my purpose, Rokod, the chains of the forbidden power have been loosened. If it is not sealed, it will cause disaster."

Roccod's pupils shrank slightly, and the memories of his past life came flooding back like a tide. The forbidden power was a power that could destroy the entire world. He began to understand vaguely that this journey of rebirth might really be a big game on the chessboard of fate.

"What I want to know," Rocot said calmly, "is not the power itself, but who is behind all this?"

A strange light flashed across the eyes of the shadow warrior, and he said in a deep voice: "The truth you seek will only be revealed when the final outcome is revealed. I came here today just to give you a warning. Don't be the one who stirs up trouble."

As he was talking, the commotion outside was heard again. Apparently, someone was approaching the secret meeting room. Rokod stood up suddenly from his chair, dagger in hand. The noise outside was nothing to him. What he cared about most was the shadow warrior in front of him who might know the truth about the betrayal.

"Tell me," Rocot gritted his teeth, "who is the betrayer?"

"You think I'll tell you?" The shadow warrior laughed contemptuously, then quickly stepped back and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only one sentence echoing in the air: "Everything has its own cycle, Roccod, when the truth comes, are you ready to face it?"

Just as Roccod was about to chase him out, the door of the conference room opened with a bang, and the person standing at the door was not the enemy who was coming, but someone who was completely beyond his expectations...