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

Outside the city of Mirania, in the wilderness of Tulipas.

The earth trembled more violently.

The red Berserker named Spartacus is running wildly in a manner that defies biomechanics.

His massive body left deep craters in the ground with every step, and he wore a chilling, unwavering smile on his face.

For this rebellious gladiator, the magnificent castle ahead was a symbol of "oppressor," and destroying it was the ultimate expression of love.

"Oppressors! High walls! And... pain!"

Spartacus cheered, ignoring the lowly golems along the way who tried to stop him.

He casually swung his hand and smashed several bronze golems into scrap metal.

"What a wonderful obstacle! But it's not enough! Love needs more pain!"

Just as he was about to accelerate and crash into the city wall—

Om-!

A sharp sonic boom tore through the air.

Spartacus's instincts made him raise his head.

A white streak of light swooped down from the sky at supersonic speed, so fast that even the retina could hardly track its trajectory.

"What the hell—"

boom!!

A loud bang.

Spartacus's mountain-like body was slammed into the ground by a tremendous force.

The shockwave spread in a ring, ripping off the grass within a hundred meters.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A petite figure hovered above Spartacus's chest, without actually touching his oily skin.

Melusin crossed her arms, her mechanical wings behind her spewing out aurora-like particles, and her deep dragon eyes coldly looked down at the "lump of flesh" beneath her feet.

"So ugly."

Melusen frowned, making no attempt to hide the disdain in her tone:

"This is the gladiator from the pan-human history? A body full of muscles with no aesthetic appeal, and a smile like an idiot. Letting something like this near the Master's palace is simply visual pollution."

"Ooh ooh ooh...!"

Spartacus, who was trampled into the ground, was not angry; instead, he became even more excited.

He felt a terrifying power emanating from Melusin's petite body—pure oppression!

"He's a powerful figure! A tyrant in a high position! What a perfect target for rebellion!"

Spartacus roared, his muscles bulging as he tried to grab Melusin, who was suspended above his chest, with brute force.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Meiluxin's eyes turned cold.

She didn't even use the blades on her arms; the light wings behind her simply trembled violently.

【Innocence Arondight - Mobility Mode】

Two high-energy magic beams shot out from the wings of light in an instant, precisely severing Spartacus's outstretched arms.

"This is just a warning."

With a flash, Meiluxin instantly created a distance of 100 meters and floated back into the air.

However, a disgusting scene unfolded.

At the wounds where Spartacus's arms had been severed, granulation tissue was writhing wildly.

【Crying Warmonger】

A Noble Phantasm that is activated frequently, converting damage received into magical energy and healing itself.

The stronger the attack he receives, the more terrifying his regeneration and power become.

In just a few seconds, his arms regenerated and became even thicker than before, with skin that turned an ominous purplish-red.

"Hahaha! More! Give me more!"

Spartacus crawled out of the pit, his body having swelled up, and charged towards Melusin once again like a fleshy chariot.

"...How disgusting."

High in the sky, Melusin gave a look as if she were looking at trash.

"Does being attacked actually excite you to regenerate? This masochistic tendency is truly a physiological discomfort."

Inside the castle restaurant, the reactions of those watching the live stream through their familiars varied.

"That...that's the Red Berserker?"

Gold wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "What's with that kind of regenerative ability? It even withstood that fairy knight's beam of light?"

No, Gold.

Luo Chen cut off a piece of bacon and calmly said:

"Melsen wasn't serious. She was just testing the target's 'durability'."

"For a true dragon, the only fate of such a punching bag that grows stronger by taking hits is to be completely evaporated in one go."

On the battlefield.

"Since you like regeneration..."

Melusin slowly raised her right hand, and the mechanical structure on her arm armor began to deform, revealing a dark, gaping cannon muzzle.

A massive amount of magical energy began to gather, and the surrounding atmosphere distorted due to the high temperature.

"Then let's burn you to ashes before you can be reborn."

"Full range—lock on."

Just as Melosin was preparing to unleash the pre-attack of her Noble Phantasm to completely erase this smiling fleshy ball.

Whoosh-!

An arrow, imbued with green wind pressure, shot out from the distant forest, accurately predicting Melusin's flight path.

This arrow was fast, accurate, and ruthless, carrying with it a determination to kill.

"Um?"

Melusin's Dragon Senses instantly detected the threat.

She had to stop charging up and her body made a right-angle maneuver in the air that defied the laws of physics.

The arrow grazed her hair, struck the rock behind her, and shattered the entire boulder.

"Who?"

Meilushin turned her head to look in the direction from which the arrow had been shot.

Two figures were faintly visible in the shadows of the woods.

One is a green-clad hunter with animal ears and a tail, wielding a longbow—the Red Archer, Atalanta.

The other was a green-haired youth in light silver armor, whose heels seemed to radiate divinity—the Red Rider, Achilles.

"Hey, boss, that arrow missed?"

Achilles whistled, his eyes wide with surprise. "That little white-haired girl... flies faster than my chariot!"

"That's a monster."

Atalanta's eyes were serious, and the bowstring in her hand was taut.

"This isn't an ordinary Heroic Spirit. That aura... it's pure demonic beast. If we don't act, Berserker will be killed instantly."

"This is really troublesome. Although that smiling madman is a good cannon fodder for scouting, we can't let him die here."

Achilles cracked his neck and flashed a confident smile:

"I'll go and meet her. This speed... let me see if her wings are faster, or my feet!"

boom!

The ground beneath Achilles' feet exploded.

He transformed into a green meteor, hurtling towards the center of the battlefield at an astonishing speed.

High in the sky, Melousin squinted her eyes.

"Two more flies... Are they from the Red Team?"

"Alright."

The young female knight's lips curled into a cold smile, and her wings of light fully unfurled, entering annihilation mode.

"Now that you're here, you're not leaving."

"The Master's dining table needs no extra guests."

Sené, a city in Milernia.

Looking at the main force of the red team appearing on the screen.

Danic clenched his fists nervously: "The Red Rider...that's Achilles, the great Greek hero! A hero with an immortal body! Can that little girl handle him?"

Whom are you suspecting?

Morgan gave him a cold look.

"Just you wait and see."

"In this world, no one but Arthur and I can stop that 'dragon'."

Luo Chen put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth.

"Saber, are you full?"

"Mmm! I'm about 80% full!" Artoria swallowed the last bite of bread.

"Then let's get ready."

Luo Chen stood up and looked through the French windows at the distant firelight:

"Tonight is just an appetizer. Now that the Red team's main force has shown itself, we can't just sit and watch."

"Melushin can fight alone, but Achilles is very fast and difficult to catch."

"Let's add some chips to this 'first meeting'."