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

【The Hanging Gardens of Vanity】, in front of the Great Grail altar.

Cough, cough.

Thick, fresh blood dripped from the corner of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's mouth, staining the cross on his chest and also dripping onto the complex magic control panel beneath him.

He tried to prop himself up, but the excruciating pain in his abdomen caused all the muscles in his body to spasm.

Luo Chen's knee strike, imbued with the power of the Crimson Dragon, not only broke several of his ribs but also shattered the magical power gathered within his body.

"It's not... over yet..."

Amakusa's fingers trembled as he drew the last rune on the control panel, his fingers stained with blood.

Even with his internal organs damaged and his vision blurred, his eyes remained fixed on the Great Grail floating in front of him.

A sixty-year obsession.

For that salvation where there is no strife and all mankind lives forever.

How could he collapse here?

"Give up, Amakusa."

A foot stepped on his wrist.

Luo Chen looked down at the boy named Kotomine Shirou, his crimson-gold vertical pupils showing no mockery, only a cold indifference towards a loser.

"Your 'miracle' is built on plunder."

"You want to save all of humanity, yet you can't even save the empress who burned her spirit core for you."

"Semiramis..."

Amakusa's body jolted violently, and he turned his head with difficulty.

The side wing of the main hall was a scene that broke his heart.

The proud Assyrian empress was now pinned to a broken stone pillar by countless black, gravity-infused spears.

Although she was not fatally injured, Morgan's Fairy Cage completely sealed off her magical flow.

Her prized poisonous fog had long since frozen into frost before Morgan's domineering, extreme cold magic.

"Master..."

Semiramis looked at Amakusa, who was being trampled on the ground, and for the first time, an emotion called "despair" appeared in her golden eyes.

It wasn't because of his own defeat, but because that boy's dream was about to be shattered.

"Let him go!"

Semiramis let out a piercing scream, attempting to forcefully burn her spirit core to break the seal.

"Quiet down, you loser."

Morgan stood elegantly a short distance away, toying with an ice crystal folding fan in his hand. He didn't even glance at the Empress, but simply snapped his fingers.

hum!

Gravity doubles.

Semiramis groaned, her entire body pressed down into the stone pillar, making it impossible for her to even move a finger.

"Did you see that?"

Luo Chen withdrew his gaze and looked back at the Amakusa beneath his feet:

"This is reality."

"An ideal without the support of power is nothing but a fragile bubble."

"Your act of charity simply won't work in this world called 'survival of the fittest'."

"Joan of Arc," Luo Chen called softly.

"exist."

Joan of Arc, who had been standing to the side, stepped forward.

She looked at the disheveled Amakusa, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes, but more so a resolute determination.

As Ruler, she must put an end to this unlawful Holy Grail War.

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada".

Joan of Arc raised the holy banner in her hand, and its sacred light illuminated the dimly lit hall:

"As the adjudicator, I hereby declare you disqualified from your Master status."

"Relinquish control of the Greater Grail, and I can grant you a final act of courtesy."

"Decent...?"

Amakusa suddenly laughed.

His blood-stained face revealed a fanaticism bordering on martyrdom.

"If the future of humanity requires me to become a demon, then I have already abandoned all pretense of dignity."

"Lancer!!"

Amakusa used his last bit of strength to roar out.

The Command Seal on the back of his hand lit up instantly; it was the final stroke.

"In the name of the Command Seals! Come to my side! Even if it means burning your Spirit Origin, you will protect the Greater Grail!!"

boom--!!!

The dome of the main hall suddenly collapsed.

A golden beam of light, like the sun falling, smashed through dozens of layers of defensive magic, crashing down with devastating heat.

Luo Chen's eyes narrowed.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed Joan of Arc beside him and stomped his foot, pulling her back dozens of meters.

Boom!

A heat wave swept through the entire venue.

Amidst the swirling rubble and dust, a figure slowly rose to his feet.

The God-Slaying Spear in his hand was still burning with flames, and although his golden armor was somewhat damaged, his fighting spirit was even more intense than before.

Karna, the Red Lancer.

Forced by the Command Seal, he forcibly broke away from the battlefield with Artoria and arrived here with the speed of spatial teleportation.

"Lancer..."

Amakusa looked at the back of the figure blocking her way and breathed weakly.

"Master."

Karna didn't turn around; his gaze was fixed on Luo Chen ahead.

"Sorry I'm late."

"White Saber is very strong, and I can't defeat her in a short time."

"Are you... alright?" Amakusa asked.

"It's nothing serious."

Karna's voice remained calm, as if the fierce battle just now was merely a warm-up:

"It's just that it consumes a lot of magic power. But..."

He raised his spear, the tip pointing directly at Luo Chen:

"As long as I stand, no one can touch you or the Aeon Grail."

"What a touching display of master-servant affection."

Luo Chen loosened his grip on Zhen De and walked forward alone.

He brushed off imaginary dust from his clothes and looked at the man blocking his way:

"Karna, you are a true hero."

"Knowing that the tide has turned and your Master is making a terrible gamble, will you still remain blindly loyal?"

"This is not blind loyalty."

Karna's flames surged dramatically, distorting the surrounding air:

"Having accepted the contract, I will fulfill it to the very last moment."

"He's the kind of fool who would reach out to save something even if the world despises him."

"Since it's a fool's dream, then I, the hero who gave him this gift, have an obligation to accompany him through this dream."

"very good."

Luo Chen smiled.

That is recognition of the strong.

"Since that's the case, there's no point in saying more."

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Two whooshing sounds rang out.

Artoria and Melsin rushed into the hall at the same time, landing behind Luo Chen.

"Master! That heel has been eliminated." Melsin puffed out her chest with a hint of pride.

"I'm sorry, Luo Chen, I couldn't keep him." Artoria felt somewhat guilty.

"It's alright, you've done a great job."

Luo Chen looked at Karna, and the Crimson Dragon Heart within his body began to accelerate, with silvery-blue magic power condensing into tangible dragon scale phantoms on his body.

"Saber, Meloscin, and Morgan."

"You may all step back."

Luo Chen's gaze was intense, his fighting spirit boiling:

"This is the last gatekeeper, and the last vestige of dignity for the Red Team."

"I want to give him... a 'king' funeral."

Upon hearing this, Karna's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"That suits me perfectly."

"King of the White, come forth."

"Use your sword to weigh the sun!"

Inside the main hall, the air began to freeze.

On one side is the hero of charity, wielding the spear that kills gods.

On one side is the king of another world, who possesses the blood of a crimson dragon.

The decisive battle is about to begin.