Rocot: Reborn

Rocot listened to Ivy's words quietly, his heart filled with shock and astonishment, but he was the monarch who controlled the Shadow Kingdom after all, and he regained his composure in an instant. "I already know roughly what you are here for. You are here to kill me, right?"

Ivy's eyes were as sharp as a knife. She responded sarcastically, "Yes, Roccod, this trip through time and space is just to send you back to zero."

As the voice fell, Ivy's figure suddenly disappeared. Roccod's pupils shrank, and he quickly waved the scepter in his hand, releasing a black mist. In the mist, a spider silk passed silently, accurately cutting off the key structure of the scepter's energy release.

Roccod was shocked. He felt a chill on his chest, followed by a sharp pain. He looked down in disbelief at the broken scepter that had pierced his chest. He wanted to say something, but the sound was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

Ivy reappeared, slowly pulling her hand out of Roccod's chest, her cold eyes falling into Roccod's eyes. "I told you that you must pay with blood."

Rocot fell down helplessly, his life gradually slipping away, but a look of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes. Perhaps, death is also a kind of relief for a soul that has borne too much pain.

Ivy looked at Rocot's body. There was no joy of victory in her eyes, only deep sorrow and endless darkness. She knew that this ending was their fate, and no matter how many times they repeated it, they would end up at the same destination.

The night grew darker, and Ivy turned around and disappeared into the endless darkness. In the abandoned factory under the moon, only the sound of cold raindrops hitting the ground remained.

The cold wind cut like a knife, penetrating every crack of the Dark City on the wasteland. In this future ruled by high technology and magic, Roccod stepped on heavy mechanical boots and found himself in a desolate land. Surrounded by long-abandoned factories and cold railroad tracks, he stood on the top of the wasteland, looking at the wind and sand blowing towards him without paying any attention.

A faint beam of light was projected from the broken window of the factory, and the dim light barely illuminated the outline of Roccod. His cold face, sharp eyes, and the dark aura surrounding him all indicated that he was not a gentle master.

He raised the black scepter in his hand and gently rotated it. The dark element spread along the vortex of the scepter. It seemed that a suffocating force was brewing in the dark.

"Lord Rocot, the preparatory work has been completed. We are only waiting for your orders." A voice came from behind, with awe that could not be ignored.

Rocot turned around and looked expressionlessly at the group of black-clad men following him. They were his shadow, his left and right hands, and his sword.

"Very good, start the sequence. From now on, the world will tremble at my feet." He said softly, and the magic in his tone seemed to make people willingly follow him to hell.

A low mechanical startup sound was heard, and the forbidden weapon hidden deep underground was slowly activated, emitting a cold blue light, which cast a mysterious hue over the entire factory.

At this moment, a sudden abnormal vibration interrupted the strange tranquility. The ground began to tremble, and a fast-moving light spot quickly lit up on the surrounding screens.

"Report, an unidentified energy body is approaching!" There was a hint of panic in the voice of a man in black.

Roccod's eyes darkened, and he walked quickly towards a huge screen, which showed an unknown signal approaching rapidly.

"Who is so bold as to come here and act wildly..." A cruel smile appeared on Rocot's lips.

He returned to the screen again, and the uninvited guest was not far away from him. Roccod calmly gave the order, "Deploy the defense line. I want to see for myself who is so reckless."

Everyone moved quickly and headed for their defensive positions. Under Roccod's deep gaze, an inexplicable premonition told him that what happened tonight was destined to leave a deep mark in his life. He straightened his body and waited for the unknown to come.

The wind gradually died down, and the atmosphere in the factory became so tense that it was almost suffocating.

In the darkness, the hum of machinery and the sound of heavy footsteps intertwined, and Rocot's iron-blooded heart was not moved by any threat. However, the outside world did not seem to intend to let this night pass peacefully.

The sudden turbulence finally broke the silence of the wasteland. The tranquility of Rokod was violently torn apart, and the approach of the unknown energy body made the entire space tremble. With a slightly sarcastic sneer, he hurried to the operating table, as if waiting for a long-lost opponent.

"Deploy a defensive line!" His calm voice spread to every corner in the darkness. "Don't let me down."

The guards dispersed and preparations for battle began in an instant. Every one of them knew that in Rocot's empire, mistakes were synonymous with no chance.

Rocot stood in front of the huge observation window, his whole body covered by the dark red warning light. His eyes passed through the not-so-distant distance and fell on the barren grassland. There, a strange beam of light was extremely conspicuous in the night, like a smart snake, winding towards him.

"Ha, how arrogant of you," Roccod's smile deepened, "You come straight to my door?"

The tense atmosphere became worse and worse as time went by, but Roccod's heart was like a stone sinking into the abyss, cold and steady. He knew that this battle would not be against an easy enemy, but so what? His invincible history was enough to make any challenger shudder.

The light outside the window was getting closer and closer, and the alarms in the factory were ringing one after another, but none of this could shake Roccod's determination. The only thing he cared about was whether this uninvited guest could bring him enough fun.

The light outside the window gradually became clearer, and a strange-looking spaceship broke through the clouds and approached the factory at an incredible speed. Roccod stepped forward suddenly, knowing that this would be a contest of strength and wisdom.

"Determine the target," he ordered sharply, "and meet the enemy with all your strength."

All weapon systems were activated, and everyone in the factory held their breath in the shadow of waiting for death. A new storm was about to roll over this isolated island, and the arrogant Roccod was about to meet his new fate.

Just when Roccod thought everything was under control, there was a strange vibration in the air. A bright light brighter than the stars suddenly burst out from the spaceship. Covered by that beam of light, the spaceship rushed towards the factory like a bursting meteor, carrying a broken dream.

The factory's defense shield was distorted by the impact, and all the weapons were reduced to scrap metal before they came into contact with the strong light. A trace of surprise flashed in Roccod's eyes. He had to admit that he underestimated the opponent in front of him. He quickly adjusted his tactics, his voice still calm and powerful:

"Everyone, prepare to attack. Do not let any information leak out. Only we know about this battle."

However, in this urgent preparation for battle, the spaceship suddenly slowed down and took a landing posture. In shock, Rocot's pupils shrank slightly. He knew what this meant - this was not a battle, but a visit from a messenger. But what kind of news would the messenger bring? On the edge of chaos, this night, the unknown was waiting for Rocot to tear open its veil.