Rocot: Reborn

"Then," Rocot smiled, stroking his throne with his fingers, "let's start with our contract."

In the shadow-shrouded Shadow Kingdom, in the throne room located atop a towering castle, golden sunlight pierced through the darkness and sprinkled on Rocot's large and noble black throne like a miracle. Rocot stood quietly in front of the window, his silent and majestic figure like a stone sculpture projected on the shabby floor, forming a long shadow.

Looking at the country below where darkness and dawn intertwined, Rocot had an incomprehensible smile on his face. This world was like a dark night, and he was the brightest star in the dark night. In his eyes, the betrayal and death of the past were just stepping stones to a higher position. Now, he wanted to make everything settle.

"You, Rocot!" A trembling voice broke the silence of the throne room. The owner of the voice was a servant with weak legs, who stumbled into the hall with a terrified face.

Rocot turned around gently, looking at the miserable appearance, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and then there was a bottomless indifference. "What is the slightest disturbance that makes you so panicked?" His tone was gentle, but it revealed an irreversible majesty.

"My lord, there's news from outside that the Oroz Empire has issued a hunting order. They've sent..." The servant was choked with fear before he could finish his words.

Rokod smiled calmly, "Hunting the Holy Knights? It seems that they think I am still the monarch who was troubled by internal and external troubles in the past."

At this time, a bottomless black gas slowly rose from his palm, like a living python dancing in the air. As he spoke, the black gas spread, condensed into shape, and finally condensed into a pitch-black sword. "Let them come. Even the elite of the Oroz Empire cannot escape the fate of being swallowed by the night."

As if something was calling him, Rocot raised his hand and gently touched the blade of the black long sword. A dark blue light suddenly flashed on the sword, and an ancient and mysterious power echoed in the depths of his subconscious. Yes, it was this power, silently nourishing in the darkness, like the last touch of warmth in the dim light. Rocot knew that it would be the key to his rise again.

He turned his head and looked down at the country below. Every corner was filled with the haze from the abyss. "The future will definitely belong to me."

A figure in the darkness smiled softly, as if waiting for something. At this moment, deep in the castle, Roccod was watching all this, quietly thinking about the next move.

At dawn, at the edge of the future world, an ancient castle made of dark stone was sleeping in the dawn, looking particularly lonely and mysterious. In the castle, the dense black fog was flowing slowly like a living thing, flickering with a faint blue light under the first rays of dawn. At this moment, Rocot, the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, was standing in front of a huge window, his eyes piercing through the darkness and looking at the hazy skyline in the distance.

"Lord Rocot, the hunting paladins have been dispatched, and their target is our Shadow Kingdom." A low voice came from behind. The speaker was wearing a black robe and his face was covered with a layer of mist, so his true appearance could not be seen.

Roccod folded his hands in front of his chest. He did not turn around, but nodded slightly. His calmness and composure seemed to flow in the air. "It seems that it is time to let them see what true darkness is."

"Sir, how do you plan to deal with this?" the man in black robe asked in a deep voice.

"Directly." Roccod chuckled, with a subtle edge hidden in his voice, "Let them all sink into the eternal night."

At this moment, another voice interrupted the conversation between the two. A woman in red suddenly appeared in the room. She walked gracefully, every step seemed like dancing, and her beauty could almost freeze the air. The woman in red whispered, "Lockold, don't forget the ultimate goal. Hunting down the Paladins is just a small matter. We should look further."

Roccod then turned around, his eyes intertwined with the woman in red. Her appearance was like a flame, burning in the dark castle. An inexplicable tenderness appeared on Roccod's cold face, "Of course I know. After all, this is just the beginning of taking back everything I have."

He walked towards the woman in red and extended his hand. When he touched her hand, an unknown force quietly surged between the two of them. That was the first step to regain everything - to form an alliance in secret and serve as each other's arms.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the distance, breaking the silence in the castle. A figure staggered into the room. It was Roccod's loyal scout. He reported with horror, "Sir, the hunting of the Paladins is faster than expected. They... they are almost at the bottom of the castle."

A sharp light flashed in Rocot's eyes, and he gently put down the hand of the woman in red. At this moment, he once again became the coldest commander in the darkness.

"Prepare for battle." There was no fluctuation in Roccod's voice, but it made everyone present feel unprecedented pressure. "Let them see that even the Holy Light cannot illuminate the darkness."

At this moment, the entire castle seemed to be activated by an invisible force. The gaps between the dark stones began to emit a faint blue light, and a murderous atmosphere quickly spread. In the center of all this, Roccod stood calmly, his eyes that could penetrate the darkness, hiding his determination and ambition for the future.

Outside the castle, the hunting paladins are marching towards this sinful land. The crisis is imminent, and the fate of Roccod and his allies will change as a result.

While the world was still being pulled by some force, Roccod had secretly transferred some important assets, and he found that one of his loyal allies was the person who had hurt him. After feeling that the second loyal ally was hiding something from him, he began to feel that the truth was slowly coming to light.

Under the night, the castle reveals a mysterious luster. Rokod is changing the trajectory of his fate. He has just secretly passed on a piece of false information about "development of human potential" to the outside world, deliberately guiding them to focus on the third district. At the same time, he stole the coordinate system analysis data within the Rokodron Group and found several important clues that may hide the hunting of the Paladins. At that time, everyone around him was deceived by his acting skills, and no one would have thought of the true purpose of this artificial intelligence from the future.

However, he not only requires himself to be the best actor, but also has to prepare for the most difficult part - winning the heart of his future enemy. He keeps his plan secret for the time being, just waiting for the final moment of victory.

At this time, a scout rushed into the castle, looking panicked and almost unable to stand. Seeing this, Locot's eyes flashed with pity, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

"Lord Rocot, the army hunting the Paladins is gathering outside the castle. They... they threaten to wipe out all the dark forces." The scout's words showed panic, but more of it was loyalty.

Rocot walked towards the balcony of the castle step by step, with the dark kingdom behind him and the shining paladin in front of him.

"What is to come will come, it's just a matter of time." Rocot looked around at the people around him, "Now, it's time for me, the Shadow Realm, to prove myself to the Holy Light."

Just as he finished speaking, a low sound was heard from inside the castle, and the fusion of magic and technology began to surge, preparing for the upcoming life-and-death battle.

As the battle flags of the Paladins fluttered in the wilderness outside the castle, Rocot stood on the edge of the castle's tallest tower, looking down at the force of pure faith and steel-armored cavalry. His face was no longer filled with the arrogance and fierceness of the past, but was replaced by a kind of loneliness that was unparalleled in the world.