Rocot: Reborn

Rocot stood at the top of the black tower, looking at the busy city below, his eyes flashing with the cold light of the dark night. Now, he is the shadow master of this city, the king of the Dark Night Empire, but his heart is always consumed by the flames of revenge.

He slowly placed the communicator in his hand to his ear and said in a cold and commanding voice: "Send the Shadow Song Team to confirm the whereabouts of the traitor. I want to personally teach him how to define loyalty."

The hustle and bustle of the city and the lights seemed to be the background for this moment. The Shadow Song Team was the elite assassins of the Dark Night Empire, specializing in eliminating those traitors and obstacles. As soon as the cold order came out, the whole city seemed to be a little quieter, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed in this starless night.

Soon, Captain Shadowsong's report came through Roccod's earphones: "Your Majesty, the target has been located. He has nowhere to escape."

Roccod raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth: "Very good, get ready for action."

However, just as he was about to issue the final death order, an urgent message suddenly appeared on the screen. His eyes fixed and his brows knitted. It was the latest report about Cyrodiil and Lyon - their joint fleet was attacked by the Ninger Alliance and was completely silent.

His cold heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable anger. Cyrodiil and Leon, his most trusted generals, were now reduced to pawns and sent to their deaths.

Rocot's voice echoed in the black tower, and every word seemed to carry suppressed anger: "Use all resources to immediately find out who is behind this. I will make them pay with blood."

He turned and looked at the city, the dark light in his eyes was like a raging tide in the abyss, his determination was boiling there, and the thunder and lightning on the horizon seemed to be the extension of the anger in his heart.

That night, the Dark Night Empire's war machine quietly started up, containing the power of destruction. In the distance, in the territory of the Ninger Alliance, a storm gradually gathered in the clouds, foreshadowing an unavoidable disaster.

Rocot returned to the inner room and stood silently at the window, letting the thunder roar in his ears. The storm was coming, and this was just the beginning of Rocot's revenge. He knew that after the bloody storm, he would face a new order and his lifelong enemy - time itself.

In the depths of the silent universe, Roccod led his shadow fleet, silently and fatally shuttling through the interstellar dust clouds. His eyes were like the deepest black holes in the void, hiding endless secrets and brewing a storm that was about to erupt.

"Your Majesty, we have entered the border of the Ningger Alliance." The communications officer's voice rang out in the quiet command room, like a stone thrown into a lake, breaking the silence.

Roccod nodded gently, his fingertips lightly touching the virtual map in front of him, and every touch seemed to weave new clues of fate on this star map. "Keep still, reduce energy output, and let us be like ghosts in the night, silent." His voice was low and full of magic, making people obey involuntarily.

As the order was issued, the light of the entire fleet gradually dimmed, like the stars disappearing in the middle of the night, completely blending into the dark universe. However, Roccod's eyes became more and more blazing. He not only wanted to take back everything he had lost, but also to write his own legend under this starry sky.

The shadow fleet quietly approached the main energy station of the Ninger Alliance. Rokod stared ahead, and had already planned every step in his mind. "Activate the dark web, I want to know their every breath." He whispered, his voice full of undisputed majesty.

Suddenly, the fleet's alarm sounded, and an urgent intelligence message was transmitted to Rokod's retina through the encrypted network. On the display screen, it was the dense counterintelligence network of the Ninger Alliance, which had initially detected some abnormality. Rokod's eyes slightly raised, this challenge was exactly what he expected.

"Switch the plan, activate the shadow jammer." His cold command broke the silence of the warships, and the commanders responded quickly. For a moment, the entire fleet was like a changing phantom, constantly disappearing and reappearing in the Ninger Alliance's detection network, leaving the other side helpless.

At this moment, a premonition suddenly arose in Rocot's heart. His intuition told him that all this was not so simple. He slowly stood up, walked to the front of the fleet, and stared at the planets emitting cold light in the space. He knew that the real battle had just begun...

He stretched out his hand, his shadowy body was cold and mysterious, and the stars in the sky seemed to be dancing in his palm. His sight went through the window of the ship and into the void of the universe, and the stars seemed to be under his control. At this moment, he seemed to be the master of the universe, and nothing in the universe could escape his eyes.

"Scan this planet. I want to know the location of every enemy hiding in the dark." Rocot's orders came out like a tide. His voice was calm but irresistible.

Immediately executing his order, every ship in the fleet began to boil, and the cutting-edge detectors began to spread out in all directions, forming a huge net. This net was silent and invisible, but it continued to spread in the darkness, completely covering the enemy's energy station.

Suddenly, Rokod's pupils shrank, and a string of data appeared in front of him, with unusually obvious changes in the data. "Report, we have discovered a secret space hidden deep below the surface of the Ninger Alliance." The ship's computer screen flashed a dazzling red light, and every fluctuation in the data showed an ominous omen.

A glimmer of excitement suddenly flashed in Rocot's eyes. "Then let's go meet our old friend." He raised a smile, and his shadow fleet aimed at the secret space of the planet and slowly opened the twisted portal.

In the cold cabin, Roccod's shadow grew heavier, as if the universe was waiting for him to intertwine with fate. He slowly passed through the portal, leaving a trail of shallow footprints on the cold ground station. This was a brand new battlefield, and he was ready for the next battle...