Rocot: Reborn

The night was dark, and the smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated. The road ahead was even more dangerous. What he and Luya faced together might be beyond their imagination.

Roccod raised his eyebrows slightly and carefully picked up the trump card given by his friend on the chessboard.

It was an ancient amulet with a mysterious totem. In his previous life, he had already witnessed its power. Perhaps in this life, it would shine again.

"I have to say, you always bring some surprises." The Shadowbringer sneered, "But the power contained in this amulet is close to taboo. Do you really know what you are holding?"

Rocot smiled calmly and said nothing.

"So, Star Wars, how are you going to control this game?"

He leaned back in his chair, a victor's composure in his eyes.

"First, let's start with a little StarCraft game."

The horn of the starry battlefield has sounded, and he will write his own legend in this endless sea of ​​stars.

And for that revenge, he has his own rhythm. Sometimes, patience itself is a strategy.

"Remember, it's not about becoming a chess player." The Shadowbringer's voice was erratic, "It's about becoming a part of this universe that doesn't follow the rules. Only in this way can your revenge be ineffective."

He nodded slightly, already having a plan in mind.

His journey is definitely not limited to this star field. In the heights that no one can reach, a bigger storm is quietly brewing.

Under the starry sky, in the ruins, Rocot looked contemptuously at the dark messengers around him who were trying to besiege him. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and every step he took seemed heavy and domineering, as if every step had left his mark in this boundless universe.

He looked up at the sea of ​​stars, and the dark aura surged like a rolling sea. Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in the air: "Lokold, do you really think you can rule this sea of ​​stars again? You are just a puppet in our hands, and we can crush you at any time."

A cunning smile appeared on Rocot's lips, and he echoed, "Really? Then let's make a bet!" Before he finished speaking, he quickly waved his cloak and drew a long sword inlaid with a dark night gem from his waist. The sword emitted a faint blue light in the dark.

The dark messengers gathered around him quickly, forming a series of dark shadows around him. An messenger in a dark purple robe waved his hand, condensing several chains of dark energy and rushing towards him.

Rokod spun his body swiftly, slashed the energy chain with his sword, and then took a step forward with a sneer, facing the dark purple messenger. The sword light between the two collided with the dark energy, emitting bursts of dazzling lightning.

At this moment, a mysterious blue light suddenly descended from the distant sky. It was a huge starship that quietly descended. A flash of surprise flashed across Rokod's eyes. The blue light actually carried a familiar and powerful energy - it was Luya's breath!

The starship slowly opened, and Luya stood at the door with her long hair fluttering. Her eyes were firm and deep, as she coldly watched the battle below.

Upon seeing this, the dark purple messenger immediately stepped back, looked at Luya warily, and growled in a low voice: "Luya, why are you helping this traitor?"

Luya did not answer, but raised the guide in her hand and sent a beam of positioning light downward. Rokod felt the beating of that force and understood that this was an opportunity Luya gave him.

He suddenly roared, swung his sword to repel the nearest dark messenger, and then rushed to the center of the beam with all his strength. Behind him, the dark messengers chased after him, and the scene was tense for a while.

As he leaped into the beam, the surrounding scenery instantly distorted and deformed. He seemed to be trapped in a chaotic space tunnel, his body moving forward at high speed, and his destination was the unknown future...

The battle flag was flying. In the endless darkness, Rocot chose to attack. Under the watchful eyes of the gods, he chose to challenge.

The stars trembled and the dark night bowed its head.

Roccod stood at the edge of the future battlefield, his gaze penetrating the boundaries of time and space, as if he had returned to a nightmare hundreds of years ago. But this time, he was watching all this as a controller.

He glanced sideways. Not far behind him, in the void, an interstellar battle was reaching its climax. Soldiers from both sides fought in the energy storm, and every move shook the chessboard of the universe.

Suddenly, a black gap appeared, and a sharp-looking starship sailed out from it. This was the "Dusk Horn" designed by the Queen of Darkness herself, and it was once a symbol of Rocot's galloping across the galaxy. But at this moment, this starship seemed to have a new owner.

A sense of strangeness flashed through Roccod's mind, but soon he noticed the changes in the star map. The huge gap in the enemy's rear defense seemed to be calling him, and the "Dusk Horn" was the key to tearing the gap.

He took a deep breath, leaped without hesitation, and stepped into the heart of the battlefield.

In the energy ripples, the descendants of darkness and light collided fiercely. In this star filled with smoke, Roccod became more and more courageous, and each attack was accurate to the enemy's weakness.

As his figure became more and more eye-catching, the enemy's encirclement began to tighten. However, just when the situation reached a stalemate, a black space channel opened and Luya appeared on the battlefield.

Roccod was slightly surprised. Their tacit understanding was clearly revealed at this moment. Luya's arrival undoubtedly created an opportunity for him to escape.

He glanced at the battle situation and saw that the enemies he had weakened were already at the end of their strength. Without hesitation, he jumped into the space channel and launched a dark night raid without gunpowder.

The fireworks on the star battlefield gradually subsided, and Rocot stayed in the shadows, waiting for the new dawn. He knew that this interstellar war was just a test, and the prelude to the real revenge had just begun.