Crossover Anime: Starting by fusing with an old sword and summoning Morgan

Alcatraz Island, exit of the underground prison.

The long-awaited sunlight shone again on Rama and Sita.

This pair of star-crossed lovers, cursed for thousands of years, now clung tightly to each other, as if the other would vanish like a bubble if they let go.

"It really...can be touched..."

Sita stroked Rama's cheek, tears wetting the boy's battle armor.

She turned around and bowed deeply to the man standing atop the ruins, looking down upon everything like a god:

"Thank you. You not only saved Rama, but also saved our hearts that had long been in despair."

No need for thanks.

Luo Chen waved his hand, his black trench coat fluttering in the sea breeze.

He did not immerse himself in this deeply moving atmosphere, but instead turned his gaze to the distant East—to Washington, the capital of the United States of America and the headquarters of the Celtic army.

"Now that the person has been rescued, our warm-up exercises are over."

Luo Chen turned around and looked at the "Round Table Expeditionary Force" behind him, whose fighting spirit was high:

"Now, it's time to get down to business."

"Dr. Roman said that Edison's mechanized army would need another three days to advance to Washington. But I didn't have the patience to wait for a bunch of tin cans to move slowly."

"Three days?"

Mordred slung the cursed sword over his shoulder, scoffed dismissively, and kicked away a pebble at his feet.

"What a joke! By the time that lion's head crawls past, it'll be too late! Dad, let's just charge in! I've wanted to chop down that Mad King for ages!"

"That's natural."

Luo Chen snapped his fingers.

The Crimson Dragon Furnace Core within his body trembled slightly, resonating with the Great Source Magic Power in the air.

"Morgan." Luo Chen turned his head to look at the Queen beside him.

"understood."

Morgan le Fay gracefully closed the grimoire in his hand.

She seemed to have anticipated Luo Chen's thoughts, and a calm smile appeared on her lips:

"Since we are going to 'take over' the enemy's throne, we must make our entrance in the most dignified manner."

"In this singularity filled with filthy magic, opening a clean passage is a piece of cake for me."

【Fairy Kingdom - Garden Corridor】

Morgan lightly tapped the ground with his magic gun.

Om-! ! !

A massive portal, tens of meters high and with edges shimmering with a ghostly blue aurora, appeared out of thin air before everyone.

On the other side of the door, there was not emptiness, but a direct reflection of the city shrouded in blood-red sky—Washington, D.C.

"Spatial...transfer?"

Mashu's eyes widened, and her hand holding the shield trembled.

"Spanning the entire North American continent? That's a magic trick on a whole different scale..."

"This is the true value of the Age of Gods Witch, Mash."

Ritsuka was also shocked, but after these past few days, her ability to accept things had greatly improved, and she even had the mood to make sarcastic remarks:

"Anyway, as long as we follow Mr. Luo Chen, we can just throw away common sense."

"Let's go."

Luo Chen took the lead and stepped into the portal of light:

"Go deliver a 'package' to that mad king."

……

Washington, D.C., the White House.

This white building, once a symbol of freedom and democracy, has now been transformed into a fortress filled with primal savagery and bloodshed.

Countless pale skeletons adorn the walls, and dark red patterns flow across the ground.

In the center of the hall stood a ferocious throne forged from countless weapons.

Cú Chulainn (Alter), the mad king twisted by the desires of the Holy Grail, sits on his throne.

He was covered in red, thorny armor that resembled an exoskeleton, and his barbed tail lashed irritably behind him, shattering the stone bricks on the ground.

His eyes were empty and violent, only revealing a hint of wariness, almost like a wild beast guarding its prey, when he looked at the Holy Grail in his hand.

Beside him lay a woman with long pink hair and an extremely hot figure.

Queen Maeve of Connaught in Celtic mythology.

She wore a revealing fur coat, swirled a glass of liquid in her hand that was hard to tell if it was red wine or blood, and wore a seductive smile as she drew circles on the Mad King's hard breastplate with her finger.

"Hey, Ku~"

Maeve's voice was so sweet it made your bones melt:

"It seems Arjuna, that good-for-nothing, failed. He's utterly useless; supposedly a 'divinely chosen hero,' he couldn't even stop a few invaders."

"I heard... that leader is very strong? Even stronger than you?"

Maeve licked her lips, a greedy glint in her eyes:

"If it's true... then I'd really like to see it for myself. After all, only the strongest man is worthy of Queen Medb's favor~"

"Shut up, woman."

The Mad King's voice was hoarse and deep, like two rough rocks rubbing against each other:

"Keep quiet if you don't want to die."

"I smell... a nauseating odor."

"It's that old woman...and..."

The Mad King suddenly raised his head, his beastly eyes fixed on the void above the hall.

The space there is undergoing violent distortion.

"And... the true taste of a 'king'."

Boom! ...

There was absolutely no announcement or warning.

The White House’s solid dome collapsed completely in an instant under a terrifying force of gravity!

Countless pebbles fell like raindrops, but were shattered by the Mad King's magic the moment they touched the area around the throne.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A massive, dark blue portal stood in mid-air.

Luo Chen, along with his Round Table Team, looked down at the Mad King and Queen below.

"Hey, looks like we've come at just the right time."

Luo Chen stood with his hands in his pockets, his feet treading on the void, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground, finally settling on Maeve's astonished face:

"Is this how Celtic people treat guests? They can't even fix the roof?"

"you……!"

Maeve rose from the throne.

She wasn't angry; instead, she stared intently at Luo Chen.

That upright figure, that impeccably handsome face, and that crimson dragon's aura emanating from the depths of his soul, enough to make all things submit.

This is simply... this is simply the "ultimate spouse" she has always dreamed of!

"Ah... Ahhh..."

Maeve's cheeks flushed instantly, and her legs even felt weak. She pointed at Luo Chen, her voice trembling:

"That's amazing...that's amazing!!"

"Ku! I want him! I want that man!!"

"Bring him here! Break his limbs, as long as he's alive! I want him to be my newest addition to my collection! I want him to kneel at my feet and lick my toes!"

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

An aura of absolute zero, like killing intent, erupted instantly from three directions behind Luo Chen.

"What is that bitch... saying?"

Morgan's magic spear cracked with a snap, and the black magic behind him surged like a tsunami. His gaze was as if he were looking at a maggot that deserved to be torn to pieces.

"Turning my husband... into a collectible?"

"Very well, Maeve. I will tear your mouth apart and then extract your soul to burn at the stake in the fairy kingdom for ten thousand years."

"act recklessly."

Scáthach instantly drew her twin pistols, her killing intent palpable.

"Dare to have designs on my Master... even if she is the Queen of the Celts, she must die here today."

"That pink-clad old woman is disgusting!!"

Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) is engulfed in black flames of vengeance, her banner waving:

"I'm going to burn her! I must burn her! Luo Chen is mine!!"

Even the usually dignified Artoria silently released the Wind King's barrier, her golden holy sword humming in her hand, her eyes as cold as if she were looking at a dead man.

Luo Chen felt the resentment behind him that was almost materializing, and sighed helplessly.

He looked down at Maeve, who was still swooning over her crush, and shook his head.

"Queen Maeve, you have good taste, but your brain isn't very sharp."

"Didn't you see... my 'harem' is already full, and every single one of them is better than you?"

"and……"

Luo Chen's gaze passed over Maeve and fell upon the red-armored warrior who sat on the throne, radiating a frenzied aura.

That is the core of this singularity.

That was also his real goal for this trip.

"Cú Chulainn".

Luo Chen slowly descended, his toes touching the ground, and stood at the same height as the throne.

He stretched out his hand and beckoned to the Mad King with his finger:

"Your master is right behind me. As his disciple, shouldn't you come over and pay your respects?"

"Or... has that so-called Holy Grail turned you into a mad dog that only knows how to bite indiscriminately?"

The Mad King slowly stood up.

He ignored Medb's screams and paid no attention to the murderous female Servants around him.

His eyes were only for Luo Chen.

That instinct, that desire to fight, that desire to tear this powerful being in front of him apart, overwhelmed all reason.

"Master... that kind of thing... I don't care about it anymore."

The Mad King's red demonic spear, Gáe Bolg, began to spin, its tip pointing at Luo Chen's heart. His voice was low and dangerous:

All I want is... your heart.

"That thumping sound...it's too noisy. Let me dig it out...and crush it!"

boom!

The Mad King's figure vanished instantly.

The floor cracked.

The crimson spear light, like the scythe of death, traversed the distance of space and pierced straight into Luo Chen's chest.

"You want to mess with him?"

A purple afterimage was faster than the Mad King.

Scáthach had somehow appeared in front of Luo Chen.

clang--!!!

With his two pistols crossed, he steadily blocked the Mad King's powerful attack.

"Foolish apprentice."

Scáthach looked at Cú Chulainn, who was so close to her, her wine-red eyes devoid of any warmth, only the coldness of a strict teacher:

"Since you're so eager to die, then I, as your master, will do it..."

"I'll personally send you to hell."

"Everyone, get involved!"

Luo Chen gave the order.

"Tear this palace down!"

"yes!!"

The great battle erupted in an instant.

The White House dome was completely blown off.

Round Table Expeditionary Force VS Celtic Myth Legion.

The final battle has officially begun.