Rocot: Reborn

Faced with Rocot manipulating the power of darkness to once again unveil the prelude to revenge, the gravekeeper suddenly felt the fluctuation of magic power all over his body, and he deeply knew that this confrontation was not a simple struggle for power, but a collision of two worldviews, the order of the old world and the chaos of the new world.

Rocot was in a dark corner, his eyes emitting green flames. He stared coldly at the gravekeeper in front of him, and the smile on his lips was like the whisper of a devil. "Gravekeeper, do you really think that your ancient magic can stop me? The new era requires a new master. And I, Rocot, am the pioneer of this new era."

The gravekeeper slowly raised his staff, and the light on the top gradually focused, like the brightest star in the night sky. "Lockold, you were once the king of darkness, but you went astray because of your ambition. Your path of revenge is nothing but self-destruction."

The situation outside the laboratory suddenly changed. Several loud explosions broke the silence of the night, causing the gravekeeper to turn slightly, but not completely away. However, Rocot took the opportunity to quickly cast a shadow magic, quietly transmitting part of his power to an unknown location.

"Old fox, do you think I don't know your idea? It's just a matter of time. Soon, you will witness the changes in this world!" Rocot's voice was full of challenge and arrogance.

The gravekeeper felt the surrounding magical structures being torn apart, and immediately understood Rokod's plan. "It is my duty as a gravekeeper to stop you. Your ambition will only bring us to the brink of destruction."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rocot suddenly raised his hand and released a ball of darkness, attacking the gravekeeper. The gravekeeper instantly raised his staff and summoned a barrier made of magic crystals from the ground, which collided with the ball of darkness, causing a deafening roar.

During the impact, Rocot chuckled and disappeared into the darkness again, leaving behind a provocative remark, "Come on, gravekeeper, our game has just begun!" However, his figure had already disappeared into a mysterious portal, leaving the gravekeeper alone to face the dark night and the unknown challenges that followed.

After Rocot left, the gravekeeper stood there, looking at the dark trench inside the laboratory, his eyes becoming heavier. He knew that once the "ghost technology" was fully activated, it would bring a huge threat to human civilization.

He quickly followed the direction where the power of the night disappeared and entered a hidden passage. At the end of the passage, he found the magic circle left by Rokod, which was filled with the breath of chaos and resentment. The gravekeeper's face became more solemn. He could feel that the magic circle contained an irreversible power. Rokod was using this magic circle to secretly transfer power and build an empire.

The gravekeeper closed his eyes and began to communicate with the natural elements around him. With these elements, he tried to find a way to crack the magic circle. At this moment, he found a weak link in the magic circle, so he quickly manipulated the surrounding elements to gather into a force and directly attacked that link.

The magic circle emitted a blinding light and exploded with a bang. The remaining strength of Rokod was torn apart by a wild beast and suddenly disappeared.

However, after breaking through all this, the gravekeeper did not feel relieved. He realized that Rocot's conspiracy had spread to every corner of the world. He must inform the alliance of everything that happened as soon as possible, in order to unite many powerful people, eliminate the remnants of the dark night, and prevent greater disasters in the future.

The gravekeeper stood up again, and a new light ignited on the top of his staff, representing hope and determination. His figure gradually walked away, like a guardian starlight, silently and firmly disappearing in the darkness. This night, the gravekeeper prevented a disaster with his own strength, but he knew that this battle with darkness was far from over.

The darkness was like a low curtain of a storm, suddenly covering the entire future city, and no light could escape from the endless night. In this apocalyptic darkness, a lonely figure stood on the cold cement - he was Rocot, known as the King of Darkness.

"Ridiculous people, your fear has just begun." An evil smile appeared on Rocot's lips, and his eyes flashed with a light like devil fire.

He reached out and pulled out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve. It was covered with ancient and mysterious totems. Roccod stroked the talisman paper devoutly, as if he was gently comforting a lover who was about to leave. Then, he silently recited an ancient and evil spell. There seemed to be invisible ripples in the air, and a suffocating atmosphere of tension gradually accumulated around.

"Umm... Vanla... Mekinos!" As Rokod's voice rose sharply, the symbols on the talisman paper seemed to gain life, and were gradually eroded by darkness. They began to wriggle and spin, and finally formed a dark vortex.

A distorted spatial fluctuation appeared in the air, and a deep shadow crack slowly opened, leading to an unknown space. Roccod's eyes were full of cunning and pride, as this crack was the key to his control of the future.

Suddenly, a deep voice broke the silence of the darkness, "Do you think that by doing this, you can regain everything you lost, Rocot?"

Roccod turned around suddenly and was confronted by a mysterious man in a white robe and a hooded headdress. The man was holding a finely carved staff, and his majesty and calm aura formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.

"Humph, you're just an ant who thinks he's smart." Roccod grinned, but his eyes were full of vigilance. "Tell me, who are you? And why are you stopping me?"

"I am the gravekeeper, and you, Rocot, have committed many evils and suffered countless punishments. Your ambition will bring disaster to the world. Tonight, I cannot let you succeed." There was an unquestionable firmness in the gravekeeper's voice.

The gravekeeper raised his staff, and the crystal on the top began to emit a soft light, as if to illuminate the polluted darkness. There was no fear in his eyes, only a deep sense of responsibility, as if he had foreseen the battle that was about to happen.

Roccod sneered and waved his hand. The shadow began to engulf the surroundings, and a stronger dark force gathered behind him. The confrontation between the two was like the final battle between an angel and a devil.

Dark energy and light magic intertwined, collided, and exploded in the sky of this desperate city. The entire skyline was illuminated by the battle between light and darkness, as if the gods were engaged in an epic contest.

Rocot finally condensed a powerful dark force into a huge sword made of purple shadows, and the gravekeeper also raised his staff, frozen in a strange posture, ready to launch a fatal blow.

The duel between the two people is about to reach a white-hot climax. At this moment, above the future city, there are only these two figures full of determination and power. The swords that are about to be swung and the spells that are about to be cast both herald the beginning of a new era.