Rocot: Reborn

"Keep your distance! Sprint at full speed!" Rocot's voice spread from the command center throughout the ship, and everyone could hear his extremely calm command.

With a powerful burst of power, "Sprint One" instantly flew to the other side of the space crack. The tranquil and deep starry sky made it hard to imagine that they were still in a fierce battle just now.

"Speed ​​One, keep your distance!" Yajeks responded loudly, his sweaty appearance illuminating the dim command room.

At this moment, a familiar figure flashed in the starry sky in Locot's eyes. There was a hint of sneer in his eyes, and the baton in his hand rhythmically cut through the air, as if playing a chaotic yet harmonious melody.

The corners of his cold and hard mouth rose slightly, as if looking at the frightened expression of his opponent, his heart was filled with playful satisfaction, and an eternal and unchanging rule of the game was being controlled in his hands.

In the distant starry sky, beams of rays burst out with shocking light in the enclosed space, and the stars are spliced ​​into a huge drama.

"You can escape this time, but can you escape next time?" He had a sneer on his face. This was his decision to risk his life.

The hull shook more violently, as if all the energy in the body was being output crazily, but Rocot still maintained his elegant posture, as if he was watching a circus performance.

However, the next moment, all color seemed to be wiped out of Locot's face, and his eyes turned pale. In an instant, the smile on his face froze, and doubts and confusion intertwined, and then turned into a deep fear.

What he saw was a seemingly simple and extremely familiar orbital calculation pattern. He thought it was a mistake, but it was indeed an orbital calculation that he had seen and studied and influenced on the spiritual level countless times.

Every cell in his body was telling him that this calculation formula would change the direction of the starship and send "Speed ​​One" into the abyss.

The people on the bridge all felt Rocot's panic. They were on edge, preparing for whatever might happen next. They knew that now was the time for them to show their determination to the universe.

Roccod clenched his teeth, thinking of all possible calculation methods, and finally came to an absolutely unacceptable conclusion.

"Impossible." He growled, "My baton didn't issue such an order. What's going on?!"

All logic told him that this was a misunderstanding, but the complex senses in his body told him that this was real and that "Speed ​​One" was about to deviate from the previously preset course. All these changes originated from his thoughts and his command stick.

Roccod secretly compared the facts with the thought that flashed through his mind. The facts were getting closer and closer to what he had imagined, to the point where he began to be afraid.

He began to admit that the source of the incident might be himself and his thoughts, and the struggle and struggle that flashed through his mind for a moment caused the Speed ​​One to deviate from its course.

The long battle had already exhausted him. Along with the fatigue of consciousness came the fear of an unpredictable future. He felt a cold fear and a deep powerlessness.

He carefully observed the blue light that had become icy and bone-chilling. The closer it got, the colder it became, and finally it penetrated into his heart and lungs. It seemed as if everything had frozen.

His gaze and clenched fists were full of power, and his whole body was shaking, but he did not retreat or escape. What lay before him was the unknown, an unimagined future, and the shadow of death. He knew that now was the time for him to make all his enemies pay the price.

At that moment, he finally understood the cruelty of fate, understood that there was only a fine line between life and death, and understood that he needed to make a decision: escape or complete his mission?

Roccod was silent, the guilt in his heart drowning out all the sounds. He raised his hand, trying to control the situation, but he found that he couldn't make a judgment on the next step. His fingers waved in the air, unable to find a direction.

"Tremble, Rocot," laughed the men on the battleship, who were watching his struggle, dazzled by the excitement. "You are only terrified. You have lost control. Your fate will be determined by us."

Thinking of this, Rocot suddenly stopped moving. He stared coldly at the blue light that was so cold that it chilled him to the bone, and his complacent face was shattered. He had spent a long life on the stage of the universe. Was he tired of this endless game?

Looking up, he looked at the empty hall in front of him and suddenly smiled.

"All this, why should the world suffer, just for your victory?" He slowly stood up from the throne.

"To deny myself and accept my fate is my true will." His voice echoed through the bridge, shocking everyone.

However, with a roar of metal, the throne fell into chaos again. The fire swept across the space, and Rokod suddenly jumped, and a strong shock hit his heart. It turned out to be that blue light. He recognized the world, and this was his choice.

"I, Rocot!" he declared. "The world will break, and I will stand! This is my choice!"

"You, how dare you..." The man's terrified voice came from the end of the bridge. Rocot waved his baton, and huge energy bloomed between his fingers. In a moment, the dark space was occupied by white light.

The attack that came at full speed was rebounded with great force, and the way it shot back into the sea was like a huge death knell, mourning this apocalyptic destruction.

Rocot clenched his fists, concentrating all his strength on his fingertips, and emitting the last glimmer of light. He knew that this was the final battle against fate where he would risk everything.

At the end of the Milky Way, those who were expecting the elegy of doomsday saw Rocot waving his baton on a speeding warship, like an indestructible stone statue.

His eyes were firm and his figure was standing still. That was his decision, his choice. At that moment, he finally understood that there was only a thin line between life and death, and he also understood that he needed to make a choice: escape or complete the mission.

At that moment, people at the end of the galaxy saw a dazzling light suddenly rise from the baton in his hand. It was the last ray of light after the collapse of the mountains and the cracking of the rocks, and it was also the final result of his battle with the demons in his heart. He staked his life and announced his declaration to those enemies who were looking forward to victory.

Rocot stood on the top of a tall dark tower, looking down at the blue mist that had once been the glory of his kingdom, now a symbol of gloom and brokenness. The towers around him pierced the sky like sharp arrows, and the stars danced in it, looking both desolate and beautiful.

His nails dug into his palms, and his teeth clenched in anger. "Do they think it's over?" Roccod whispered, his voice like ice slag sliding across the exposed metal surface, chilling him to the bone. He recalled the betrayal that night, the trusted brother and the cold steel blade. Everything seemed so sudden and cruel.

Suddenly, a whisper from the shadows interrupted his recollection. "My king, you have been plotting revenge in solitude, but the time has come." Rocot turned around and faced his old friend and advisor, Fausta, a man with a humble attitude but ambition in his eyes. His eyes were as silent as a cheetah, but full of murderous intent.

"You mean..." Rocot said in a dull voice, with a hint of expectation in his voice.

"Yes, my king. The enemy's celebration banquet is coming soon. They will be drunk and confused. That is our best chance." Fausta unfolded a complex palace blueprint in his hand and pointed to a secret passage. "Here, we can sneak into them and capture them all in one fell swoop."

Rocot stared at the blueprint, his heart pounding like a drum. The knowledge of his past life and the appearance of this world were intertwined, making each of his plans sharp and deadly. "We need more power, Fausta. I want to restore my power and take back my throne."

"Your Excellency is wise. I have a plan. If it succeeds..." The light in Fausta's eyes flickered in the candlelight. He knew that every step must be taken carefully in this complicated and dangerous game.

Rocot and Fausta's plan began to move forward rapidly. Under the veil of night, they moved like ghosts, summoned old loyal ministers, secretly formed alliances, and prepared for rebellion. Every chess piece moved was full of murderous intent, and every secret meeting was full of strategies.

In the galaxy not far away, mysterious forces are surging. Only Roccod can feel this force. They are waving at him and leading him into a deeper game. The combination of technology and magic in the future world is quietly rewriting the rules...

As the night deepens, Rocot stands on the high tower, the cold wind blowing his black robe, and the crown under the starlight reveals a cold splendor. He is about to embark on the road to seize power again, and this time, he vows to catch all those who betrayed him. In the deepest darkness, the flame of revenge is burning.