Rocot: Reborn

"Ivy, come here." Roccod ordered in a low voice, his tone icy but with irresistible majesty.

Ivy stepped forward quickly, her once innocent eyes now filled with determination and coldness. She bowed slightly to Rocot, her tone of gratitude mixed with undisguised loyalty: "My lord, what do you want?"

"From now on, the Dark Night Empire is our territory. And you, Ivy, will become my most trusted executor." Roccod said slowly, his slender fingers gently stroking the silver chain, which was flowing with unprecedented power, "Go and convey the order, destroy those families that have betrayed me, and destroy everything they have."

A cold light flashed in Ivy's eyes, and she nodded, accepting this cruel order without complaint. She knew that Rocot's game could not fail, and those who dared to resist would pay a heavy price.

"Understood, sir." Ivy turned and left, her back gradually disappearing in the evening glow, but her heart was filled with endless expectations for the future.

At the same time, Rocot stared coldly into the distance. The silver chain that strangled all the restless souls made him the master of darkness again. The flame of revenge burned in his heart, and he would not easily let go of anyone who had betrayed him.

"Hamlet," Rocco suddenly whispered, as if talking to himself, "Do you remember my promise to you? From now on, you will no longer be trapped by fate, because fate will be under my control."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, blowing up Rocot's cloak. His eyes penetrated the barrier of time and space and looked at the familiar back. Hamlet, a warrior, a cursed undead, was destined to play an important role on the chessboard of Rocot's game.

"Now, it's time to take off all the disguises." Roccod said with a sneer and expectation. He knew that every step would determine the fate of countless people, and he was the one who controlled their fate.

Ivy quickly returned to Rocot and brought new news. "My Lord, those family members have begun to stir. What should we do?" She asked in a low voice, with a cold light in her eyes.

"Go ahead, Ivy." Roccod said coldly, his voice like a sign of death, "Let those who once betrayed me feel what true despair and fear are."

Ivy nodded slightly, and then left decisively. Her figure disappeared into the twilight again, but this time, she carried endless murderous intent and the fire of revenge.

Rocot stood high up, looking down at the people struggling under the silver chains. He knew that the game had already begun, and he would be the most ruthless chess player. The restraint of the silver chain made everything clear. Those restless hearts were exposed under his cold gaze.

"Come on, let me see how you struggle to the death." Roccod sneered, his eyes like a whirlpool, attracting all the light. The game has just begun, and he will be the real master.

Suddenly, a dark crack appeared in the void, and a hazy shadow walked out. Rocco narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized that it was Hamlet, one of his opponents who had betrayed him.

Hamlet also had a cold smile on his face. He stared at Rocot and said sarcastically, "Rocot, you are not completely dead. How can you still stand here?"

"You will find that I am not only standing here, but I will also make you regret it again and again." Rocot responded lightly, his tone full of endless threats. "Everything you owe me, I will pay with your blood."

Hamlet's smile froze instantly. He obviously realized that the reborn Rocot was no longer the puppet in the scheme. He raised the sword in his hand, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Then let us witness who is the real master." Hamlet growled and swung his sword towards Rocot.

Rocot was not panicked at all. He moved his fingers slightly, and the silver chain quickly rolled towards Hamlet as if it had life. In just a few breaths, Hamlet pushed back Rocot's attacks again and again, and the two fought hard.

At the moment of the fight in the air, Hamlet suddenly shouted: "How can the silver chain be broken so easily!"

Before he finished speaking, countless runes bloomed on the silver chain, and a strong force surged like a tide, forcing Rokod to retreat step by step. However, Rokod did not show any panic, but just turned the black blade in his hand back and forth, cutting off the invisible restraints one by one.

"Oh, such a mere trick." Roccod sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Hamlet, you actually want to trap me with these, it's too self-conceited."

After saying that, the black blade in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light and rushed towards Hamlet aggressively. The dark crack widened again, and Hamlet's expression changed instantly.

"Do you think you can defeat me like this? Don't be too confident, Rocot." Hamlet gritted his teeth and poured all the strength in his body into the sword, which collided with Rocot's black blade with a shocking sound.

The huge shock wave knocked the two men back at the same time. Hamlet managed to stabilize his body in a desperate situation, but his eyes flashed with fear. He knew that Rocot's strength had reached a new peak after his rebirth, and he was simply unstoppable.

Rocot stroked his robe gently and looked at Hamlet coldly: "Sorry, the game has just started, you are not qualified to leave yet."

Before Hamlet could react, the silver chain quickly climbed up his body again, binding him tightly. Hamlet's face turned pale, and he looked more desperate as he struggled.

"You have come to this day." Rocot slowly approached, looking down at Hamlet, his tone full of endless irony and cruelty. "Everyone who has betrayed me will not have a good ending."