Rocot: Reborn

Rokodok was stuck in a strange pause, time seemed to freeze, his heartbeat almost stopped, and the blood seemed to slow down. Those were the longest seconds in his life, and every millisecond was a struggle with the fear and uncertainty deep in his heart.

Finally, the sharp whistling sound stopped abruptly. The city fell silent again, with only the intermittent wailing and begging for mercy from the battlefield behind him providing some noise. But the next moment, Si Ye's arrogant voice covered all the noise.

"Finally, you came to me, Rocot." The gloomy and clear words hit everyone's heart like a hammer.

Rokod clenched his hands, and turned his head back, enduring the severe pain on the back of his neck. Behind the old siege puppet, a black figure stood quietly like a ghost, and Si Ye's half-smiled face was gradually outlined in the morning light. He walked towards Rokod leisurely, like a king strolling around his territory.

"It seems that the war has made you a coward, Rocot. You actually used artificial puppets to try to infiltrate my city." Si Ye paused, his arms slightly open, and a dark light surged around him, as if he was proudly announcing his victory.

Roccod ignored Si Ye's mockery, his eyes passed through the ruins of the war and focused on the distant sky that was gradually dyed red by the dawn. "Today, I am not here to discuss."

Si Ye raised his head suddenly and walked directly into Rokod's front room. "Oh? Are you here to challenge me? Can you win on this battlefield full of flaws?"

"It's not a battlefield, it's a competition."

Si Ye smiled contemptuously after hearing this: "It's ridiculous. When your challengers are reduced to a pile of stone and metal, what's the point? Rokod, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Today, you will be defeated miserably."

"No, today is the day of my revenge." Roccod's voice returned to its cold and serious tone.

Si Ye's eyes were as cold as ice. "Oh? But this war will leave you with nothing. The throne of the Shadow Kingdom does not belong to you after all."

"Why do you think I'm here?" Rocot smiled, his gentle gaze falling on Si Ye as always.

Si Ye frowned impatiently, "Does this matter? Are you trying to usurp the throne?" There was sharp contempt in his voice.

Rocot lowered his head, a smear of dried blood widening his smile. "Oh, I wish I had the chance." When he raised his face, he revealed an unusually strong determination that made the morning sun pale in comparison.

"You came looking for the battlefield, or more precisely, you came looking for me."

"Now that you've found me, are you ready to die?"

Rokod shook his head, a horrible smile appeared on his lips, "Today, it's not me who will die, but you."

They looked at each other and smiled.

"You are a strong ant," Si Ye praised, "You let me enjoy unprecedented pain. But I still can't understand why you still dare to threaten me in this ruthless fun? Don't you want to have fun?"

“It is this pleasure that has kept me from having any regrets.”

"Okay," Si Ye also looked at him, "and then? Let's start the game."

In this life-and-death contest, two bright black figures intertwined like ghosts. Rocot's sword was unstoppable, which was a shocking scene for both the Shadow Countrymen, who seemed to have a hard time, and Rocot, who often fought.

Swords, blood, victory, and silence covered this brief moment. In this gloomy finale, only a shrill voice cut through the silence.

"Oh, yes." It was the king's leisurely stroll, and his arrival decided everything.

Rocot finally slowed down his pace, the smell of blood surging in his lungs. He had ascended to the throne of science and technology, but the blade that determined his fate announced the end of his life. At the moment of blood splattering, the sunlight behind him seemed to outline the disappearing soul, a king whose face you may have never remembered.

"I'm rushing to the most amazing breakfast." The dead man under the sword muttered to himself, and there seemed to be a terrifying power in his depths.

After that, there was a long silence. Even the cold wind retreated and he embarked on the same path as many others.

Through this death gamble, Rocot realizes the final bond between him and his brother. Their common struggle makes him the final victim in this chess game of life.

He let out a long breath, his clear eyes glittering with light. Lying in the cold snow, he realized that he was not completely helpless. The slowly emerging figure provided him with the final and steady assistance. Although he lost the gamble, he finally found the confidence to win.

It was not a loss, but a replacement, a new bond between flesh and soul. The young man who once brushed against him, the shadow lost in power and struggle, finally became his last safe haven.

Thunder roared in symphony with the blizzard, a lone eagle flapped its wings and cried loudly under the sky, and his vision began to shake and gradually became blurred.

The blizzard raged again, sweeping away his broken consciousness. Before he fell into deeper darkness, he saw a clear figure. He stood on the top of the Shadow Kingdom Palace in the distance, like a bright star in the dark night. But he could see clearly that it was Rocot standing with a sword on his back, looking down on everyone. It was that bright gaze again, illuminating the footsteps of his rebirth.

In the last memory, everything began to fade away, and Fengming disappeared at the end of him:

"Eric, if you can survive beyond the battlefield, these years of expedition will finally come to an end."

In his darkness, Zhongshan was broken and the flowing mountains were dark red like the sea, but he finally remembered the figure weakly, but it blurred the beginning and burned his rebirth.

When he regained consciousness, he saw a bright room. His father was standing outside the door, and the anxiety between his eyebrows was clearly visible. He began to have a keen sense, and his touch was warm and moist, and there was a silky warmth on his body.

"How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" My father's words were gentle and tender.

"I... I'm fine." His dry throat was a little hoarse.

His father breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his brows, and relaxed. "Where can I find you? I thought something happened on the way."

As soon as you go out, you will encounter a world of snow and silver. Far and near, light and shadow blend into one in the crystal snow.