Rocot: Reborn

Rocot sneered, "This is just the beginning, Aurelia. You will see my true power." He took a deep breath, and the energy in his body quickly recovered. He pounced on Aurelia again, and the battle broke out again.

This time, Rocot did not give Aurelia any chance to breathe. His attack swept over like a storm, forcing Aurelia to retreat again and again. Rocot's eyes flashed with a light of victory. He knew that he had the upper hand in this battle.

"Your end has come, Aurelia." Roccod whispered, and the Blade of the Dead glowed brightly in his palm, pointing directly at Aurelia's heart. At this moment, Aurelia suddenly showed a strange smile on her face.

"Locod, do you think you can win like this?" Aurelia's voice was disturbingly calm, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

Rokod's heart trembled, but he did not stop his actions. The light of the Blade of the Dead became more and more blazing. However, just as he was about to launch a fatal blow, a powerful force suddenly burst out from Aurelia's body.

"What?" Rocot was surprised to find that his attack was blocked by an invisible barrier. He quickly retreated, his eyes full of vigilance.

Aurelia sneered and slowly raised the long sword in her hand. "Locked, do you really think you can beat me? You are too naive." As he spoke, the dark energy in his body surged wildly, forming a confrontation with the energy of Locked.

Rocot gritted his teeth and stared at Aurelia. "I won't let you succeed."

"Then let's try!" Aurelia laughed and swung her sword violently. The two powerful energies collided again in the air, causing even more violent vibrations. Under the impact of this force, the walls of the entire corridor began to crack, and rubble flew everywhere.

Rokod felt the energy in his body being suppressed, but he did not retreat. He knew that he had to do his best to defeat the enemy in front of him. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his strength on the Blade of the Dead, and slashed at Aurelia.

Aurelia sneered and rushed forward. The two of them clashed fiercely again. The collision of energy distorted the air. Roccod felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, with a determined light in his eyes.

"Locked, your stubbornness will only lead to a more miserable death." Aurelia's voice was cold and ruthless. The sword in her hand continued to suppress Locked, trying to force him into a desperate situation.

At this critical moment, a gleam of determination suddenly flashed in Rocot's eyes. "Really? Then let's see who will have the last laugh!" He suddenly burst out with a powerful force, and the Blade of the Dead instantly burst into a dazzling light, completely crushing Aurelia's attack.

Aurelia was shocked and stepped back, a trace of surprise on her face. "You actually..."

Rokod didn't give him any chance to breathe. He appeared in front of Aurelia like a ghost, with the Blade of the Dead pointed directly at his heart. "Your arrogance makes me sick, Aurelia. This battle should end now."

Aurelia's face suddenly changed, but before he could react, Rocot's attack had already gone straight to his vital points.

Just as the Blade of the Dead was about to pierce Aurelia's heart, a blinding light suddenly burst out from between the two of them, and the entire corridor was instantly enveloped by dazzling white light. Roccod's vision was completely obscured, and he felt a powerful force pushing him back, his body slamming heavily against the wall, blood gushing out of his mouth.

Rocot struggled to stand up, his eyes full of disbelief. "What... is this?"

Roccod's eyes flashed with cold light. Facing Aurelia's soul-stirring power, he did not retreat. The corridor was full of dust and heavy atmosphere. The Blade of the Dead flashed coldly in his hand. He raised a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. He knew that this was a battle of life and death.

The white light instantly spread in his sight, and even the air seemed to solidify instantly. Roccod felt a powerful force hitting his body. The indescribable pain and vibration made his body almost lose control instantly, and his body hit the wall heavily. The pain made him grit his teeth, and blood flowed out of his mouth, staining his lips red.

He struggled to raise his face, but there was still a dazzling white light in front of his eyes. He squinted his eyes, but he did not give up. In his hand, he still held the Blade of the Dead tightly. Locot's eyes were full of determination and perseverance.

"What is this..." Roccod muttered to himself, looking at the corridor that had instantly returned to calm. The energy barrier had disappeared, and Aurelia was nowhere to be seen. He was the only one left in the corridor, looking so lonely and helpless.

He suppressed the pain in his body and stood up. The walls of the corridor still showed traces of energy impact. Roccod walked to the end of the corridor against the wall and pushed open a wooden door that had been knocked down by the force.

Outside the door was a messy courtyard, with broken furniture and scattered weapons, which were obviously the traces of a life-and-death struggle. However, there was no sign of any living people, only a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Roccod stepped on the solid stone slabs step by step. The lush plants on both sides were chopped to the ground by the weapons, and the branches and leaves were scattered wantonly. The skylight and the colorful neon lights intertwined under his feet to form colorful stars, which seemed particularly dazzling.

He slowly pushed open the damaged door, and outside the stone door came into view a silent courtyard, like a forgotten singer, who stayed alone and quietly on the stage even though the curtain had ended. In the middle of the courtyard was a pool of quiet green water, with broken furniture and scattered weapons scattered on the surface, making it look messy.

He stroked the fragments expressionlessly, as if he could still feel the smoke-filled past, the figures chasing power and fighting for survival, drowned in the torrent of history. He threw the fragments into the pond, creating ripples, and then returned to calm.

"Aurelia, aren't you afraid of regretting it?" Rocot's voice rose, gentle but with a kind of lonely coldness, as if it came from the distant and cold north.

Suddenly, Locot felt a powerful force surging from behind him. His eyes quickly stared at the darkness behind him, and saw a shadow in the darkness slowly coming towards him.

He smiled eerily, knowing that this long-overdue showdown had finally arrived.

The shadow hovered in the darkness, as if mocking Rocco's weakness. The silent irony stirred the sadness in his heart. But Rocco did not feel afraid. He nodded slightly, his eyes as firm as before.

"The time has come, are you ready?" the shadow said gently, his voice as calm and still as the sound of water in an ancient well.

The corners of Rocot's mouth turned up, and his sinister smile looked extremely cold in the night. "Of course. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You should know that running away will not solve the problem." His eyes were firm, and there was no sign of retreat.

The shadow's aura gradually grew stronger, like a black storm fog, terrifying. "Then let's begin." The shadow's words were the final verdict.

Rocot tightly grasped the Blade of the Dead, and his momentum turned into a shocking storm. He rushed directly towards the shadow in the darkness and fought hard. And all this was just the beginning of the tip of the iceberg...