Rocot: Reborn

The castle was brightly lit at night. Rocot, wearing a black robe, stood in front of the mirror, his eyes deep and firm. Beside him, Judge Seral, shrouded in a cloak, looked silent and mysterious.

Seral broke the silence with his hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, the portal to the other world is ready, and the Inquisitors are on standby at any time."

Rocot slowly turned around, his golden eyes shining with wisdom under his cloak. He took a deep breath and said, "Open the portal and execute the plan."

In the silent hall, an irregular beam of light suddenly spread out in front of them, forming a strange magic circle. In the magic circle, the air was twisted, and it seemed that even space and time were stirred. In this strange magic structure, a portal to another world quietly opened.

The white-robed judges lined up silently and passed through the gate. In Rocot's eyes, they were like stars in the darkness, shouldering the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Dark Night Empire.

Under the moonlight, Roccod's figure was stretched out, and each of his steps was extremely firm. When he stood in front of the door, the light in his eyes was like two burning flames, "Let's go."

In the air, there was only the dull sound of thunder and the faint sound of electricity in the magic circle. Roccod and Judge Seral stepped into the portal to the other world, and the only remaining light quietly extinguished behind them.

At this moment, all words seem pale and powerless, and only darkness and storms become witnesses of this magnificent journey. Are they about to touch the haze of fate or the dawn of history? Facing the foggy future, Rocot and the heroic Inquisitors are ready to meet the unknown challenges and adventures.

Under the command of Rocot, the huge army gathered quietly. When the last ray of sunset sank behind the horizon, in the boundless night, the gate of the castle was like the mouth of an abyss, swallowing up the soldiers one by one.

The procession in the dark night was like a silent river. The soldiers did not say much, only their determined eyes shone brightly in the night. Rocot and his generals rode at the front of the team, their armor flashing a cold light under the sparse moonlight.

"The army is ready, Lord of the Night," Isabel's lieutenant reported, his figure appearing stealthily beside Rocot.

Rocot nodded slightly, "Notify the White Group to maintain radio silence. The lightning tonight must not be heard by the enemy."

"As you command." The adjutant's figure dissipated in the shadows and disappeared like a phantom.

Rocot raised his eyes, and the distant nebula burned quietly in the night sky. He whispered to himself: "Under the night, no one can stop my army's advance." In his eyes that saw through the world, the battlefield on the other side was already clear.

Rokod was in the storm. Outside the towering walls of the fortress, dark clouds rolled like tides. When sporadic lightning flashed, the faces of the soldiers stood out in the flickering light, determined and brave. Rokod stood on the wall, looking down at the assembled legions. He knew clearly what a tough battle this would be.

The sound of fighting in the night wind gradually intensified. Every slash and every piercing carried the soldiers' tenacious resistance to life and death. Rocot's raised arm was like the judgment of fate. With that swing, many destinies were rewritten.

In the dark night with stormy weather, his golden gaze became the most dazzling light on the battlefield, guiding the soldiers in the direction of advance.

Under the gaze of the lightning that cut through the night sky, the army of the Dark Night began to march forward. The army's pace was like the drum of fate, ruthless and determined. That night, Yanyue Forest witnessed too much blood and sacrifice.

In the face of the future of the Dark Night Empire, will Rokod once again become a variable in the gears of history? Not only him, but every soldier on this battlefield, their every move may change the pattern of the future world.

The night and the rainstorm became the faithful companions of this journey, and they witnessed the heroic sacrifice of one soldier after another. At the end of the battle, Rocot stood on a high place, his eyes piercing through the fog and enemies, as if he was examining a future king.

Rocot issued his final order, a judgment unique to the Night King: "Eliminate the rebellion. From now on, no one can stop my legion from being invincible."

No one knew how many lives would be lost in this battle. But when the dawn illuminated the land of Ninger Alliance, this once bustling land was left with only sad mist and dried blood.

All this is just the beginning of Rocot's conquests. The death anniversary of the old world is quietly approaching.

After the Dark Night Legion won the battle of the Crescent Moon Forest, Rokod did not slack off. He launched a thunderbolt attack and brought the war to the core of the enemy. The administrative center of Rokod was destroyed by the sudden arrival of the Inquisitors, and high-ranking government officials and many important criminals died in the process. The remnants who escaped the brink of life and death saw that the situation was hopeless and could only evacuate in a hurry in the smoke of gunpowder.

The Inquisitors then launched a full-scale manhunt under Rocot's instructions. They vowed to find the supporters behind Roclyo and eradicate the enemies of the future world hiding in the dark.

A large number of illegal alchemical product transactions and armed forces were uprooted, and the biochemical technology power hidden behind Rocleo finally revealed its wide range and deep penetration, which surprised Roccod.

Just as Rocot was about to take drastic measures to eradicate this corrupt power, he learned of the bad news: Cyrodiil and Lyon were ambushed by the Ninger Alliance and were completely wiped out. The combined fleet of the Night Army and the Auxiliary Corps was completely destroyed, and Admiral Cyrodiil and former Night Navy Marshal Lyon were both killed in the melee.

There is no doubt that this is another dark conspiracy against Roko. The joint fleet of Cyrodiil and Lyon was arranged on a fateful trajectory from which they were doomed to fail.

Rocot's anger spread and turned into dark clouds over Chaos, pressing down on the city and threatening to destroy it. The flame of revenge burned fiercely in his heart like a beast.

Conspiracy, death, and betrayal, mixed with bad blood, flowed quietly in the polluted river. At the same time, the power from the other side of the sea quietly approached the center of the storm.

Under the turbulent sea, the hidden scenes gradually become clear in front of Roccod. They are connected with each other, weaving a spider-web-like conspiracy.