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

boom--!

The black monster clashed once again with the silver knight.

The asphalt road surface crumbled instantly, and the gravel shot towards the surrounding buildings like bullets.

After her fall, Atalanta completely abandoned her skills as an Archer, gaining instead superhuman strength and beast-like instincts that rivaled those of a berserker.

"Roarooooo!!"

She roared, landing on all fours, and used the building's walls to perform irregular triangular leaps.

The black shadows left a grim trail in the moonlight, each claw aimed directly at Luo Chen's vitals.

"The speed is decent, but that's about it."

Luo Chen stood in the middle of the street, without even moving a step.

His crimson-gold vertical pupils coldly captured the crazed figure in the air.

With his [Intuition EX], he saw not Atalanta in the present moment, but all her actions three seconds from now.

"left."

Luo Chen tilted his head slightly.

laugh!

The sharp claws grazed his temples but failed to touch his skin.

"And then...the throat."

Luo Chen did not swing the holy sword in his hand, but instead raised it precisely upwards, and the hilt slammed heavily into the abdomen of Atalanta, who was lunging down.

Bang!

A dull thud resounded.

Atalanta let out a painful retching sound, her entire body momentarily suspended in mid-air by the immense force.

"It's over, beast."

Luo Chen flipped his wrist, and the Holy Sword, instead of revealing its true name, transformed into a golden streak of light, imbued with high-density crimson dragon magic, and slashed down mercilessly.

This is a kaishaku for the "fallen".

Just as the sword was about to sever the neck covered by black mane—

"Stop right there—!!!"

In the distant night sky, a green meteor plummeted with a heart-wrenching roar.

That is the Red Rider, Achilles.

Sensing Atalanta's unusual burst of magical power nearby, he disobeyed Amakusa Shiro's orders and rushed over like a madman.

clang--!!!

At the critical moment, Achilles's meteor spear forcefully pierced the battlefield, blocking Luo Chen's downward slash of the holy sword.

The immense impact caused the Greek hero's knees to sink into the ground instantly, his hands split open and bleeding profusely.

"Boss... wake up!"

Achilles turned to look at Atalanta, who had been completely transformed into a beast, his eyes filled with anxiety and heartache.

However, his response was not one of gratitude.

Atalanta, who had long since lost her mind, only had eyes for the enemy who killed Jack—Luo Chen.

As for who was standing in the middle, she didn't care at all.

puff!

The black claws swung down without hesitation, piercing straight through Achilles' shoulder.

"Ugh...!"

Achilles grunted, but he didn't let go or retaliate. He just looked at his former comrade with his sorrowful eyes.

"It's in the way."

Luo Chen's eyes turned cold.

He had no interest in watching such melodramatic scenes.

Since Atalanta has gone completely mad, let's deal with this hero who's blocking our way as well.

boom!

The Crimson Dragon Furnace Core within Luo Chen's body throbbed violently.

The sword pressure surged.

Achilles, who was barely holding on, suddenly felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him.

"Get out of here!"

Luo Chen kicked Achilles in the chest.

The immortal hero was instantly kicked away, and Atalanta, who was stuck in his shoulder, also rolled to the ground.

Ignoring the excruciating pain, Achilles rolled over, trying to subdue the frenzied Atalanta: "Big sister! Calm down! That's no match for you!"

But Atalanta could no longer hear.

She struggled frantically, even opening her mouth full of fangs and biting hard into Achilles' arm, tearing off a piece of flesh.

"Kill...kill..."

Seeing this, Joan of Arc, who was standing to the side, covered her mouth, her eyes filled with unbearable sorrow.

The once noble female hunter has now become a monster that only bites its companions.

"It's hopeless."

Artoria stepped forward, the invisible sword in her hand humming in the wind.

She looked at Achilles and proclaimed the cruel reality:

"Rider, you've noticed it too, haven't you? Her spirit core has been completely corrupted by that cursed skin. Right now, she's just a shell dominated by the lust for slaughter."

"To liberate her is the ultimate act of mercy."

Achilles shuddered.

Of course he knew.

From the moment Atalanta activated that Noble Phantasm, the ending was already predetermined.

He released his grip on Atalanta, slowly stood up, his back to Luo Chen, his voice hoarse:

"...Could you...let me do it?"

Luo Chen looked at him, the light of the holy sword in his hand dimming slightly.

"Can."

"You have ten seconds."

Achilles took a deep breath and turned to face the black beast that was about to pounce on him again.

He threw away the spear in his hand and opened his arms.

"Come on, boss."

"Since this is the path you chose, I will accompany you on your final journey."

"roar!!!"

Atalanta roared and pounced, her claws aimed straight for Achilles' heart.

But the moment she touched Achilles, he did not flinch, but instead embraced her tightly with his strong arms.

puff.

The sharp claws pierced his chest.

But at the same time, Achilles's hand slash also severed Atalanta's spiritual core.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The red light in Atalanta's eyes gradually faded, and the hideous black animal skin began to peel away, revealing her originally beautiful face, now streaked with tears.

In her final moments before vanishing, she seemed to regain a sliver of clarity.

"...I don't...regret it."

She looked at Achilles, her lips twitched, and her body transformed into countless green specks of light, drifting away in the night wind.

Atalanta, the Red Archer, exits the stage.

Achilles remained in the embracing posture, but his arms were now empty.

a long time.

He slowly lowered his hand and turned around.

At this moment, blood was flowing continuously from his chest and shoulders, but his original frivolous youthful spirit had completely disappeared, replaced by a chilling and murderous aura.

He stared intently at Luo Chen, his eyes burning with a fierce fire of revenge.

"The White Saber... no, King Arthur."

Achilles picked up the meteor spear from the ground, its tip pointing directly at Luo Chen's brow:

"I don't care what your reasons are, nor do I care about so-called justice and evil."

"You ruined her life."

"I'll remember this debt."

Luo Chen looked at him expressionlessly, unmoved by the other party's threat.

"Want revenge? I'm ready anytime."

"But now you are severely injured, your spiritual foundation damaged. To kill you would sully my sword."

Luo Chen turned around, his black trench coat fluttering in the night wind:

"Go back and heal your heel."

"On the day of the final battle, I will make you go to see her in your prime, completely convinced of her abilities."

Achilles gritted his teeth, his grip on the gun barrel creaking loudly.

He took a deep look at Luo Chen's back, then glanced at the spot where Atalanta had disappeared.

In the end, he didn't act impulsively again.

Because he knew that he couldn't defeat this monster in his current state.

"...You just wait."

Achilles left behind a harsh remark, then transformed into green spirit particles and vanished into the night.

Only after confirming that the enemy had completely left did Joan of Arc let out a long sigh, her expression extremely complex.

"This is war. There is no absolute right or wrong, only the clash of positions and the separation of life and death."

"This is just the beginning, Ruler."

Luo Chen looked up at the eastern sky.

There, the first light of dawn is dispelling the fog.

But he knew that an even bigger storm was brewing.

The Red team lost two Servants overnight, and Amakusa Shiro will definitely not let this go.

"Let's go back to the castle."

Luo Chen took Artoria's hand, his tone returning to its usual gentleness:

"Morgan should have finished transforming that 'original man'."

"Now, it's our turn to take the initiative."