Rocot: Reborn

Rocot lay on the ground among the red flowers, the strong smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of flowers irritated his nose. He struggled to get up, and every breath was as difficult as a chance to save his life. The pain of the broken bones made it almost impossible for him to stay awake.

"I'm sorry..." His voice was like a leaf in the wind, shaky and ready to fall. "I...I...didn't expect..."

The petite woman showed no emotion at all, as cold and ruthless as a stone sculpture. "Do you think this will make me forgive you?" She sneered, "Do you think this apology is compensation for the crimes I committed against you?"

Roccod looked at her helplessly, unable to speak. He knew that no matter how he explained, he could not understand the depression and pain in his daughter's heart, the indelible pain brought by her father.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Rocot asked hoarsely. "Why did you have to go through all this alone?"

A complex emotion flashed across the woman's face. "What's the point of telling you?" She sneered, "How can you make up for your sins? Do you think that as long as you apologize and face the truth, you can erase those sins?"

Roccod wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a suitable point to refute. He could only look at her silently, watching her eyes full of indifference and malice. He even saw her huge anger, which was brought by himself.

The clanging arena collapsed, just like his world, shattered, collapsed, and disappeared. There was no longer the once ambitious and iron-blooded knight, and all that was left was a failed father and his wronged daughter, who was his most precious treasure, but was pushed into the fire pit by his own hands.

Blood dripped from Rocot's armor and splashed on the beautiful flowers. He looked up at the sky and saw a full moon hanging in the sky and the Milky Way like a waterfall, as if foreshadowing the life-and-death battle they were about to face.

"I will let you know the price you will pay for your past actions." The woman's voice was harsh and filled with endless resentment and anger.

Roccod looked at her and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. This fear did not come from his daughter, but from his own guilt and remorse. He knew very well that the mistakes he made could not be described with a simple word like "apology".

He lowered his eyelids slightly, with a resolute look in his eyes. A deafening roar exploded among the flowers, and Roccod's body was instantly tightly surrounded by a huge magic circle. Waves of inexplicable magic burst out from his body, covering the entire arena.

He knew that this would be their final confrontation, and he would accept whatever the outcome.

Rocot's resolute gaze was fixed on his daughter. It was a heart-wrenching look. The hatred in her eyes, as deep as the dark night, chilled his heart. The magic circle around him seemed to tremble, and the fluorescence jumped in the dark night, just like the pain in his heart.

He raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly, wanting to touch her familiar yet strange face, but was frozen in place by her cold gaze. The indifferent world, like an iceberg, made him almost forget that he was in a warm sea of ​​flowers. He lowered his head slightly, and his hand fell quietly, falling into a field of beautiful poppies.

"Daughter..." He spoke, his voice low, like a sigh in the darkness. The name that once carried all his expectations has now become so distant. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't let them out.

Rocot gritted his teeth, trying not to appear so weak. He stood up, and although his hoarse body seemed to be about to collapse, his eyes were still filled with an unyielding fire, which was his determination as a father.

The brand on the iron plate continued his former glory, arrogant and fearless, but he gradually trampled it under his feet. He raised his head and looked at his former daughter. Her slender body looked lonely and hard in the moonlight, and her towering figure seemed to become the focus of the entire venue.

"I regret it..." Roccod sobbed, his voice tired and hoarse. The lonely figure trembled in the moonlight, and the cracked heart was torn apart.

"This is your choice, Rocot." The woman's cold voice sounded in his ears, like a cold wind blowing past, making people shiver.

"Yes, this is my choice." Roccod slowly opened his eyes and tightly grasped the sword in his hand. Although the blood seeping from the sword made his palms cold, he raised his head. Although the eyes that were once as warm as spring sunshine had been replaced by cold despair, he still raised the corners of his mouth slightly, even though the smile was so difficult.

He slowly raised the sword and pointed it at her. At this moment, Rocot felt that he could no longer turn back.

The red flowers in the corner swayed in the wind, as if dancing for their final battle. Facing all this, Rocot felt his heart beating as violently as a war drum...

He knew that the next battle would be a battle of life and death.

In front of Locot, the usually weak girl, Tian Leirou, became as cold as a sword, piercing his sinful heart.

"I'll make you pay, Rocot." Tian Leirou's voice echoed in the empty arena, cold and firm.

Roccod closed his eyes, unable to look directly at his daughter who had been so merciless to him. He knew that there was no more painful punishment than this. He took a deep breath and then looked at the girl standing in front of him, a face that no one wanted to see.

The magic circle surrounding him began to tremble, the fluorescence danced in the dark night, and the air seemed to become silent and cold. It was like a bloody oil painting of the devil world, but now the corners of the painting were added with warm colors, and clusters of red flowers swayed gently in the wind, as if foreshadowing the upcoming decisive battle between them.

He slowly drew out the sword of annihilation, the sharp wolf-fangs on the sword flashed with cold light, and the cold light pointed directly at Tian Leirou. He knew that this was the price he had to pay, and he personally selected his own duel weapon - a double-edged sword, one side of which was his guilt for himself, and the other side was his apology to his daughter.

He knew that this would be their final showdown.

Was the final confrontation a duel or redemption? He didn't know, he only knew that at this moment, he had nowhere to escape. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Let's start, Tian Leirou, let this father-daughter battle come to an end."

At the same time, Tian Leirou had already summoned her own weapon. The purple-glowing magic wand was gentle and solid, and the light seemed to reflect her determination. No matter what the result was, she would make her father pay the price he deserved.

"Very good." She lowered her eyes slightly, with a hint of smile on her lips, "Are you ready to meet your destiny, Roccod? No, you should be my biological father."

The cruel sneer echoed in the night sky, chilling people's hearts. Looking at the cold momentum, a strange light flashed in Roccod's blue eyes. This was a frustration and powerlessness he had never experienced before. Although the fear in his heart was like a storm, he still straightened his back and prepared to face this life-and-death battle that he didn't know. This was the choice he made, the choice that sent him to the abyss of destruction.