Rocot: Reborn

Rocot's eyes penetrated the smoke and rubble on the battlefield and stared at the gravekeeper who was retreating in a panic in the distance. He always had a smug and mysterious smile on his face, as if he had seen through everything.

"Hey, old man, you've used up too much strength? You're breathing like an old cow." Rocot's voice was free and sarcastic, and the look in his eyes seemed to be mocking this unequal duel.

“Hahaha, Rocot, you bastard!” The gravekeeper panted and staggered to his feet, all he saw was ruin. “But I won’t let you succeed. This war will never develop as you expect.”

"Really?" Rocot seemed to be enjoying it. He flicked his bat wings and flew through the air, arriving in front of the gravekeeper. "Then show me your 'surprise'. Let me see how long your trick can last."

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook violently, and a huge crack gradually opened like a dark mouth. The gravekeeper's eyes flashed, this was a move he had prepared in advance.

"Do you think you understand this world, Rocot?" the gravekeeper said loudly, and from the cracks in the ground, there seemed to be some kind of low, inhuman chanting coming out, ancient and mysterious.

"I... am not here to listen to your explanation." Rocot responded, but there was a hint of solemnity in his voice. "I am here to end this."

Suddenly, an eerie aura that did not belong to this world gushed out from the gap. Dark matter with a vague shape but carrying boundless horror emerged from the ground and headed straight for Roccod.

Facing this surging dark force, Rocot seemed unusually calm. He did not take action immediately, but a trace of scrutiny appeared in his deep eyes.

In an instant, a magical black mist surrounded Locot, and when the strange air touched his body, it was as if he was swallowed into a bottomless abyss.

"That's more like it, old man." Roccod said calmly, and his body made up of true dark power seemed even more indestructible in the face of such an attack.

Suddenly, a strange orange-red light shone from the gravekeeper's shoulder, which was particularly dazzling in this dark battlefield. "Lockold, don't underestimate me..."

Before he finished his words, a beam of orange-red vortex shot out and shot towards Rocot accurately. It was so fast that it was about to penetrate Rocot's chest in an instant.

"Do you think I'm dead?" Rocot sneered and dodged the attack. However, the changes at this moment did not stop there. The position where the vortex was shot suddenly changed. The orange-red light was like a disintegrating star. The sight of all the creatures present was attracted by this sudden brilliance.

An orange-red light shone brightly at the mouth of the gap. The source of the light did not look like matter, but more like an open door - it turned out to be a portal.

"I told you. Your paranoia and arrogance will destroy you." The gravekeeper's voice rang out from the portal, but with an echo that did not belong to him. "And now, you will see the real great magic."

A sense of foreboding suddenly came over Roccod. Even for him, it was difficult to see the full picture behind the portal.

As the light that covered the sky and the earth shone, the other side of the portal finally revealed its true appearance - countless steel bodies armed to the teeth, like a tide, filed out of the portal, the sound shook the world. Behind these robots, a unique figure came into view.

Rocot's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, instantly locking onto the familiar figure: a faint sneer appeared on his cheek.

"Damn it! Little Mustache, you bastard..." Rocot couldn't help but curse out loud.

The next moment, the robot with a smart little head led his mechanical regiment and launched a fierce attack on Lokod.

The light faded, and in the middle of the battlefield, there was a life form that was completely different from other humans. Its body was orange-red, its skeleton structure was completely different from that of an ordinary person, and it had a pair of scarlet eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts... Roccod had never seen such a life form before, but he could feel the overwhelming sense of oppression from the other party, which was far beyond the technological power of this era.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Rocot." The strange life form made a hoarse voice, and its jagged body slightly unfolded, as if opening the most spectacular prelude in the universe.

"You are already familiar with the way of life and light right after you were born. It is indeed rare." Rocot put his hands behind his back and stared at the monster in front of him. "I think this is the only reason why the old gravekeeper raised you."

The gravekeeper stood behind the strange life form, swaying but with a hint of stubbornness. His face was ashen, but he looked relieved after being exhausted after doing all the evil things, and he looked very happy.

"Do you think you've won, Rocot?" The gravekeeper laughed wildly, with an evil orange-red ripple on his bony fingers.

"Then take a closer look. The future ruler of the world."

A sharp beam of light penetrated the chaotic darkness, and the high-rise buildings of the future city loomed under the sky. Roccod stood on a deserted rooftop, with a pile of broken machinery and black metal fragments behind him. His eyes, like a cold abyss, reflected the hatred of the past life and the hatred of this life.

When the wind blew, the sound was looming, and what it brought from all directions was not tranquility, but the omen of a new disaster. Rocot lowered his eyes slightly, and under his calm expression, there was a lingering anger that was ready to stir.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and a strange light wave came from the end of the sky, as if breaking through the curtain of the future world. A huge spaceship broke into the clouds, bringing a piercing roar, breaking through the dark clouds, revealing sharp wings and cold armor, and gradually landed in Rocot's sight.

Roccod raised his head slightly and sneered, "It seems that the welcome ceremony of this future world is quite special."

The hatch of the spaceship slowly opened, and a line of armed robots walked out. Their cold, precise steps echoed on the broken rooftop. A tall figure stepped out from between them. This person was wearing heavy armor, with a deep gaze that could not be seen under the mask, and holding a futuristic weapon that flashed with cold light in his hand.

"Lockold, your days of scheming and plotting are over." The masked man said in a deep voice, and his voice was transmitted through the loudspeaker so that the entire battlefield could hear it clearly.

Roccod adjusted his clothes slowly, and a vague black mist began to gather around him. "How ridiculous! You puppets of the new era dare to speak so arrogantly." His voice was filled with an extremely cold irony.

The atmosphere between the two was extremely tense, and the air seemed to freeze. Suddenly, the ground shook again, even more violently. Roccod raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth rose into an evil arc. Then, a crack appeared in the sky, time and space were distorted, and a strong attraction emanated from the crack, and the rubble and ruins on the roof began to gather towards the crack.

"This is... your ultimate plan?" Roccod's voice was filled with the indifference and contempt of someone who was in control of the overall situation. "It seems that you have underestimated..."

Before he finished speaking, a brilliant light burst out from the cracks. Everything stopped at this moment, and the boundary between the future and the past blurred. A bigger battle was quietly beginning.