Rocot: Reborn

The blinding light instantly flooded Roccod's vision. He instinctively closed his eyes, his ears filled with deafening explosions and the wailing of twisted metal. The violent shock wave knocked him to the ground, his body seemed to be torn apart by countless fragments, and the severe pain almost made him faint.

“Ahem… ahem…”

After an unknown amount of time, Roccod managed to open his eyes. The control room had become a ruin, with flashing sparks and twisted metal debris everywhere. The air was filled with a nauseating smell of burning.

"Ares..."

Roccod struggled to stand up, but found that his body was extremely heavy, as if he was pressed by a huge rock. He looked down and found that his legs were pressed tightly by a huge metal plate, and blood was slowly flowing along the edge of the metal plate.

“Damn it…”

Roccod gritted his teeth and tried to move the metal plate, but no matter how hard he tried, the metal plate did not budge. Despair and fear surged into his heart like a tide, and he shouted hoarsely: "Help! Is there anyone? Save me..."

The only responses he got were the shrill wailing of the base alarm and confused shouting in the distance.

"I...I can't die here...my revenge...my plan..."

Roccod's consciousness began to blur, and he felt his vitality was rapidly fading away. Just as he was about to fall into a coma, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Looks like you're in some trouble, Rocot."

Rocot raised his head with difficulty and saw a figure in a black cloak standing in front of him. The shadow of the cloak obscured the face of the person, but Rocot still recognized the person from the pair of blood-red eyes.

"It's you... Ghost..."

"Are you surprised? My dear partner." The ghost chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm and teasing, "I am here to fulfill my promise."

"Promise? What promise?" Rocot endured the pain and looked at the ghost warily.

"Of course, I will help you realize your plan." The ghost squatted down, staring at Rokod with blood-red eyes, "Don't you want revenge? Don't you want to destroy this world? I can help you. I can give you everything you want."

Roccod was silent. He certainly would not forget who the Ghost was. This was a mysterious being that roamed in the darkness. According to legend, it had the power to control souls and distort reality. He had tried to use the power of the Ghost, but in the end, he was tricked by him and fell into an irretrievable situation.

"What do you want from me?" Rocot asked coldly. He knew that the ghost would never help him for no reason.

"It's simple. I want you to be my agent and execute my will for me in this world." The ghost's voice was low and seductive. "I will give you powerful strength so that you can control everything, and you only need to pay a tiny price."

"What's the price?"

"Your soul."

The ghost's mouth curled up into an evil smile, and he stretched out his finger and gently touched Rocot's forehead.

"Come, Rocot, sign a contract with me and become my servant. Together we will drag this world into an endless abyss..."

Roccod felt a piercing chill coming from the ghost's fingertips, as if it was freezing his blood and devouring his soul. The ghost's words echoed in his ears like the breath of a poisonous snake, tempting him to walk into the abyss of destruction.

"Your soul?" Rocot sneered, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips. "I have died once, ghost. Do you think I have any soul left that is worth your covetousness?"

"No, no, no..." The ghost shook his head, his blood-red eyes flashing with greed, "Your soul is different, Rocot. Your desire for power, your obsession with revenge, and the dark fire that never goes out in your heart, all of these fascinate me. Your soul will be my most perfect masterpiece!"

"Hahaha..." Rocot suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter full of bitterness and ridicule, "How ridiculous! I used to be the King of the Night, the master who controlled the power of darkness, but now, I have to sell my soul to a rat hiding in the shadows?"

"Rat?" The ghost's voice became sharp and piercing, and the space around him seemed to be distorted by his anger. "How dare you call me that? I will make you regret it, Rocot. You will kneel down and beg me, beg me to accept your soul!"

"Really?" Roccod endured the severe pain in his body, struggled to raise his head, and looked directly into the ghost's eyes, "Then come on! Let me see what you are capable of!"

The ghost was angered by Rocot's eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and black mist gushed out from his fingertips, turning into a huge black claw and grabbing towards Rocot.

"boom!"

Just as the black claws were about to touch Roccod, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from his chest, shattering the black claws. The golden light became more and more dazzling, and finally enveloped the entire command room.

"What is this?!" The ghost took a few steps back in horror. He felt a powerful force awakening from the golden light. That force made him feel fear and tremble.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar came from the golden light, as if it came from the roar of an ancient beast, and the entire base shook violently. The golden light gradually dissipated, and a tall figure appeared in front of Rokod.

It was a warrior wearing golden armor, his face hidden in the shadow of his helmet, but judging from the pressure he exuded, he was definitely an extremely powerful existence. The warrior held a golden sword, with blazing flames burning on the sword, as if it could burn away all the evil in the world.

"Who are you?!" the ghost asked in horror. He had never seen such a powerful being before, and even his own strength could not sense the depth of the other party.

The golden warrior ignored the ghost. He slowly turned around, cast his gaze towards Rokod, and said in a low and majestic voice: "I am your guardian, your contracted one. I will respond to your call and destroy anyone who dares to hurt you!"

Rokod looked at the golden warrior in front of him in surprise. He didn't know the origin of this suddenly appearing guardian, nor did he know why he called himself a "contractor". But he was very clear about one thing, that is, the ghost's plan failed, and he was no longer a lamb to be slaughtered!

The ghost also realized this. He glared at Rocot fiercely, then turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared into the air.

"Damn it! You're lucky, Rocot!" The ghost's angry voice echoed in the air, "But this is only a temporary failure. I will come back! When I come, I will let you watch the world burn under my feet!"

"Guardian..." Rokod looked at the golden warrior, his eyes full of confusion, "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

The golden warrior did not answer Rocot's question. He walked to the metal plate that was pressing down on Rocot's legs and lifted the metal plate with one hand, as if it was just a light wooden board.

"Your injuries are serious and need treatment as soon as possible." The golden warrior's voice was deep and powerful. "I will take you away from here."

Rokod nodded, and he struggled to stand up, but found that his legs had lost feeling. Seeing this, the golden warrior bent down and picked up Rokod.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The golden warrior seemed to see through Rokod's thoughts and said lightly, "I'm just doing my duty."

Rokod didn't say anything. He leaned his head on the golden warrior's chest, feeling the warmth and strength coming from him.

The golden warrior held Roccod in his arms and walked out of the command room. The base was still in chaos, with explosions and shouting everywhere, but the golden warrior ignored them and walked through the corridor with firm steps, as if no danger could stop him.

Just as they were about to leave the command room, Rokod suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness. He raised his head sharply, looked at the golden warrior, and asked, "Wait, where do you want to take me?"

The golden warrior stopped and looked down at Rokod, a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

"Going to a place you can never escape from..."