Rocot: Reborn

The Silver Armor Emperor and Rokod stood in the center of the battlefield, their eyes as sharp as blades.

The confrontation between them is not just a fierce battle, but also a symbol of the fate of the future world. The two are wearing mysterious armor surrounded by glimmering light, which is a microcosm of the technology and magic of this era. Roccod watched all this, with memories of his past life surging in his heart. His dark power is gradually awakening, competing with the glimmering power of the Silver Armored Emperor.

However, at this tense moment, a strange light flashed across the sky, and an unknown energy fluctuation attracted their attention involuntarily.

The Silver Armored Emperor felt somewhat uneasy. He knew that a greater conflict beyond their control was coming. "We must temporarily cooperate to fight this greater threat, otherwise everything we cherish will be lost."

Roccod took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, the grudges between us must be put aside at this moment. Our common mission is to find out the secret behind this unknown light and ensure the safety of our world."

Then, the Silver Armored Emperor took out a silver-white spear from his back, which shone with light, as if it was the source of all his power. He lightly slashed the spear in his hand, piercing through the space, and a silver light channel appeared in front of the two.

"This is the gate of time and space. It will lead us to the source of the light." The voice of the Silver Armor Emperor was deep and powerful.

Rokod followed closely behind, the shadow power in his body surging slightly, ready to deal with any possible danger. Together, they stepped into the gate of time and space, crossed the void, and came to a strange land - the ancient battlefield of Orihagang.

The ancient battlefield of Olihagang is where the ancient monsters once wreaked havoc. The earth was shaken by the roar of the monsters and the sky was covered by their bodies. After years of baptism and the sacrifice of countless heroes, this ancient battlefield has become a legend full of myths.

But beneath this legend, deep secrets are gradually coming to light.

As soon as they arrived at the ancient battlefield of Orihagang, the two felt the heavy energy aftermath in the air and an indescribable tremor. They stopped at the same time, exchanged glances, and saw warning in each other's eyes.

"Attention! The energy fluctuations in the air are abnormal, and seem to be related to that mysterious light." The Silver Armor Emperor warned.

Rocot smiled sinisterly, "This was bound to happen. I never expected this to happen."

The Silver Armored Emperor and Rokod stood at the two ends of the battlefield, with not only deep hatred between them, but also irreconcilable institutional contradictions. The Silver Armored Emperor wore gleaming silver armor and held a long sword symbolizing the protection of light. His eyes were as hot as a torch, and he vowed to defend his beliefs.

"Lokold, there is no absolute right or wrong on this battlefield. But for the sake of the future, we must put aside our personal grudges." The voice of the Silver Armored Emperor echoed on the battlefield, and every word was full of determination and strength.

Rokod, the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, was dressed in a loose black robe, and his face hidden under the hood exuded a dark glow. His sharpened dagger silently revealed the cold breath of death. Facing the shout of the Silver Armored Emperor, the corner of his mouth curled up into a cruel smile.

"Let go of the grudge? I'm sorry, I'm far more detached from the hatred between us than you think. But fate has brought us here, and it obviously has a deeper meaning." Roccod's eyes were sharp, he always believed that fate had special arrangements for him.

Even so, the flame of revenge burned in Rokod's heart. The memory of those loyal soldiers falling one by one under the sword of the Silver Armored Emperor made it impossible for him to completely calm down the anger in his heart.

"Then, let us work together to uncover the conspiracy." The Silver Armor Emperor's eyes became sharp. He felt that the dark forces hidden behind the events here had begun to stir.

The two men's eyes met, and they knew that this battle was inevitable. The situation was constantly changing, new forces were joining, and the originally clear boundaries became blurred. An unknown century-old conspiracy was vaguely revealing its true face in the sparks of their confrontation.

Rocot walked slowly in the dim light, his shadow pulling out strange shapes on the broken ground. Under the seemingly fragile surface, Rocot's shadow power had already surged like a tide.

In his hands, the essence of the dark night gradually condensed.

On the other side, the body of the Silver Armored Emperor was surrounded by faint light, like a guardian of justice. Every ray of light from the tip of his sword represented the responsibility and courage to protect the world.

"The future of the world depends on your and my thoughts!" The Silver Armored Emperor pointed his sword at Rocot.

A sly gleam of light flashed in Locot's eyes. He understood that the current battle was a multi-dimensional game about the future, and a simple victory or defeat could no longer decide everything.

"Then, let us begin this battle of fate and revenge."

"Hey, you seem to be on good terms with that guy, is there any connection?"

After Rokod easily knocked the Silver Armored Emperor several kilometers away, he casually asked the demon general beside him.

That guy was the Silver Armor Emperor who was killed by Rokod before.

"Ah, that's my friend!"

Although the demon general looked stunned, he still spoke up for his friend without hesitation.

"Friends?"

Rocot nodded thoughtfully.

The strange tentacle on its face also trembled.

“Yes, yes!”

The demon general nodded.

"So, if I kill you, I can still be your friend?"

Rocot tilted his head and gave a weird smile.

"Wait, wait a minute, this logic is totally wrong!?"

The demon general was horrified.

But it was too late for him to run, as a huge shadow had already covered him.

A huge foot slowly stepped down from the pitch-black chariot of hell.

One kick, two kicks.

Along with the rumbling demonic roar, a gigantic blood bull made entirely of the power of evil spirits and evil gods slowly stepped over the horizon.

There is a natural triangular protrusion on the top of the blood cow's head.

That is the throne of the Blood Bull King.

And on the throne, Rocot, with huge black wings on his back, slowly straightened up.

He slowly pulled out the weapon from his waist, which was a strange wooden stick.

The wooden stick looked unattractive, and was covered with cheap, yellowed patina.

“Don’t, don’t kill me!”

The demon general was so frightened that his face turned pale. He covered his eyes in horror and begged.

But Rocot just raised the stick in his hand silently.

"One more question, where is my summoned beast?"

"Behind you!"

The demon general answered while wailing.

boom!

With a loud bang, the demon general was beaten into a pulp by Rokod.

Rocot stood up, put away his club, and walked towards the battlefield.