Rocot: Reborn

The Shadow Kingdom is silent under the starlight, with only a faint light coming from the palace, looming in the darkness, like a traveler waiting for his fate, full of power and secrets in silence.

In Roccod's room, the atmosphere of conspiracy became stronger. His eyes were sharp, and the worn parchment scroll in his hand seemed to be the key to his future. Fei Luo stood in the corner. Although he was the closest minister, he still did not dare to disturb the king's thoughts easily.

"What's the plan?" Rocot suddenly asked, his voice steady and full of authority that brooked no further questioning.

"Everything has been arranged according to His Majesty's instructions. The fleet is ready and can set off at any time." Fei Luo responded in a low voice.

Rocot stood up from his chair and stretched himself, looking cynical and carefree. "That's good." He turned around, a gleam of light flashing across his cold eyes.

Outside the palace, a group of warriors in dark purple armor stood in battle formation. They were Rocot's best friends and also his pawns in his revenge plot. Rocot walked among them, his eyes like knives, sweeping over every warrior. His vicious eyes revealed promises and madness, and every word was like an order, striking directly at the soul.

"The House of Representatives is already dissatisfied with me. I may not be able to return from this trip." He took a step forward, and his steady voice echoed among the soldiers. "But remember, this world belongs to us. Anyone who betrays me will be cut into pieces by me."

The soldiers were silent for a moment, then raised their heads to the sky and shouted, merging into a thunderous roar. "Long live His Majesty, His Majesty is mighty!"

"Tomorrow morning, we will stir up a storm, and those ants will know what the consequences will be when they clash head-on!" Rocot waved the parchment scroll in his hand as a signal. In an instant, the scene in front of him was engulfed in a black fog.

The dawn in the east gradually pierces the night sky, a storm is brewing in the Shadow Kingdom, and Rocot is about to return to the land of light with his fleet as a dead man.

At this time, an uninvited guest quietly appeared at the door of the Shadow Kingdom. He was wearing a mask, alone, and brought a piece of news that could change Rocot's fate...

The Shadow Kingdom at night was like a sleeping beast, with only the palace in the center of the royal city still emitting a little light. The atmosphere of conspiracy enveloped this ancient land, and Rocot's palace became increasingly quiet and dangerous.

Deep in the hall, candlelight flickered, casting a tall figure of Rocot. He stood in front of a huge map depicting the future continent, tapping his fingers lightly at a certain position, his eyes flashing with sharpness and ambition. Beside him, Fei Luo watched the king's actions intently, and the air was filled with a complex atmosphere mixed with the breath of doomsday and the dawn of new life.

"Firo, look, this land is new and rich. It's just right for my new plan." Rocot's voice was low and powerful. As he finished speaking, his fingertips stopped at an undeveloped area near the East China Sea.

Fei Luo bowed slightly and answered respectfully and cautiously, "Your Majesty is wise. But attacking this area may arouse the vigilance and resistance of neighboring countries."

The corners of Roccod's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a strange smile. "Yes, this is exactly what I expected. Only in chaos can we conceal our tracks and make them realize that the real threat actually comes from within."

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the palace, interrupting the conversation between the two. A guard rushed into the hall, sweating profusely, with a panicked expression on his face.

"Report, Your Majesty!" He knelt on the ground, holding tightly in his hand a black messenger scroll with strange patterns, "An urgent report has been sent from the East Territory. They...they actually dared to rebel!"

Rokod's face changed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He took the scroll from the guard, unrolled it gently, and quickly scanned the contents. Every word on the scroll seemed to mock his ambition and plan.

"Treason? Ha!" Rocot suddenly laughed loudly, his voice mixed with arrogance and anger. "They are courting their own death. Fei Luo, gather my shadow guards. I will go to the East Territory myself and teach them an unforgettable lesson!"

A trace of worry flashed across Fei Luo's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, "Yes, Your Majesty!" He bowed deeply, turned around and acted quickly.

Rocot stood alone in front of the map, his eyes as deep as the sea. He knew that this crisis was not only a test, but also his best chance to regain power and prove himself as the master of the future century. On the eastern skyline, the morning light was slowly rising, heralding the arrival of a new day and a brand new beginning - both for Rocot and the entire Shadow Kingdom.

The first rays of light in the morning shone on the vast Shadow Kingdom, but failed to bring any warmth. Rocot led a huge fleet, like a sword piercing the heart, and marched towards the territory of the Eastern Rebels.

Along the way, both the air and the land were filled with the smell of gunpowder that was about to erupt. The warriors of the Shadow Kingdom all had fanatical fighting spirit in their eyes. They mixed loyalty with killing and vowed to make those traitors who dared to resist the king pay the price in blood.

Rocot, wearing a black robe with gold edges, stood on the platform of a giant warship, his cold face like the god of death. He knew that this trip to the East might not be as simple as suppressing the rebels, and there was an unknown conspiracy in the air.

At the other end of the fleet, an uninvited mysterious visitor was standing among a small group of people watching this amazing scene. The clothes he wore seemed simple but implied something extraordinary, and his eyes met Rocot's from a distance through many obstacles.

Rocot noticed the attention from the visitor, and with his kingly pride, he did not avoid the gaze, but nodded slightly. The visitor also nodded in greeting, left the crowd, and walked towards the warship.

A strange premonition came to Roccod's mind, but he did not distract himself. He knew that no matter what happened next, he had to deal with the current situation first. According to his plan, every obstacle would be crushed, and every existence that dared to openly resist his rule would pay the most painful price.

The warships have sailed into the lower reaches of the Shadow River and are heading towards the vast East China Sea. A bloody conquest is about to begin.

Rocot watched all this in the void, his dazzling black robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes revealing sarcasm and imperial contempt for this game.

As the visitor walked through the crowd and approached the warship, time and space seemed to be frozen. In Rocot's eyes, Fangke's pace became unusually slow, and every movement seemed to challenge his patience.