Rocot: Reborn

Carlos' fingers sank deeply into the metal, as if it was not cold steel, but warm flesh. The black metal climbed up quickly like a greedy vine, wrapping him tightly. Lilith held her breath and watched all this intently, her eyes full of worry and a trace of fear that she herself had not noticed.

"Carlos..." She whispered softly, but she didn't know what she was expecting. Was she expecting him to come back? Or was she expecting him to change his mind?

However, the only response she got was the dull sound of the metal shell closing. The sound seemed to announce some irreversible fate, echoing in her ears and knocking on her heart.

"From now on, I will no longer be Carlos," Carlos' voice in the metal shell became low and cold, as if it came from the abyss, "I am 'Dark Night', the terminator of this world!"

Lilith couldn't help but shudder. Carlos' voice was so strange, so strange that it frightened her. Was this really the man who had made such a gentle promise to her?

Dark Night moved, taking heavy steps towards the exit of the laboratory. Every step seemed to be stepping on Lilith's heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Where are you going?" Lilith couldn't help but ask, with a tremor in her voice, "What are you going to do?"

"Dark Night" stopped and its huge metal head slowly turned towards Lilith. No emotion could be seen in the eyepieces that were flickering with a faint light.

"I will complete my mission," Dark Night's voice was cold and firm, "I will make Lothar and all those who betrayed me pay the price!"

After saying that, it ignored Lilith and continued to walk towards the exit. The huge metal body smashed the door of the laboratory, raising a cloud of dust. Lilith struggled to stand up, but collapsed weakly on the metal table.

"Carlos..." She stretched out her hand in despair, but could only watch the figure of "Dark Night" disappear into the darkness.

"Dark Night" walked out of the laboratory and came to the outside world. This is a future world where technology and magic are intertwined. The towering buildings are flashing neon lights, and suspended cars are shuttling in the air, forming a prosperous and cold scene.

The appearance of "Dark Night" immediately caused panic. People screamed in fear and fled in all directions, as if it was a demon crawling out of hell.

"What is that?!"

"Oh my god! Is that a war machine?!"

"Run away!"

"Dark Night" didn't care about the reactions of these ants. It walked straight to the center of the city, where stood a magnificent palace, which was the center of power of Lothar.

"Lorthar, here I come..." "Dark Night" roared in a low voice, his voice filled with the flames of hatred.

It raised its huge metal arm, and a dazzling ball of energy condensed in its palm, which it slammed fiercely in the direction of the palace.

boom--!

With a deafening roar, the magnificent palace instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the flames shooting into the sky illuminated half the sky.

The revenge of "Dark Night" has begun.

……

In a hidden valley not far from the city, Rocot suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Carlos, are you finally willing to show up?" He sneered and slowly stood up.

"Master, where are you going?" A graceful woman at the side asked respectfully. She was Rocot's right-hand man and one of his most trusted people.

"Go meet an old friend," Roccod said with a playful smile, "It's time to settle some accounts..."

"Master, do you need a flying machine?" The woman's voice was as sweet as if it had been soaked in honey. Her name was Nightingale, and she was a "pet" that Rocot had rescued from the arena.

Rocot glanced at her with contempt, and Nightingale immediately lowered her head and pulled her collar lower, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin and the branding iron mark with the word "LK" on it.

"You need to ask me about such a small matter?" Roccod's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth, just like the black mist rolling around him. "Get the shadow leopard ready. I want to let him see what true fear is."

"As you command, my master." Nightingale did not dare to speak any more, but bowed and retreated, twisting his waist and walking into the depths of the valley. After a while, a low roar of an animal came from the depths of the valley, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

Rocot impatiently tapped the armrest of the throne with his index finger. The scarlet metal rings collided and made a crisp sound, like the drumbeat of the god of death. His handsome face was full of sinister expression, as if a devastating storm was brewing.

"Carlos, you traitor, do you think I can't do anything to you just because you hide in a body of steel?" Rocot roared in a low voice, with the flame of revenge flashing in his eyes.

Soon, a huge black leopard-like creature walked out from the depths of the valley. It was completely black, without a single stray hair, except for a pair of eyes that flashed a faint green light, like a ghost from the depths of hell. Every step it took left a deep claw mark on the ground, as if it was tearing the earth apart.

"My baby, are you ready?" Rocot walked forward, gently stroked the Shadow Leopard's head, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.