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

France, a night in the wilderness.

The campfire crackled beside the ruins, dispelling the chill and deathly silence of the night.

What should have been a tense and desperate journey has suddenly transformed into a food show thanks to the addition of these powerful figures who have "destroyed" the world of food.

"Zira—"

Huge iron skewers pierced the cleaned dragon meat and grilled it over a raging fire until it sizzled and dripped with oil.

Luo Chen skillfully sprinkled on a handful of special spices he brought from Fuyuki City, and an overpowering aroma of meat instantly exploded across the wilderness.

"It smells so good...!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat by the campfire, staring longingly at the roasted meat, when her stomach growled loudly.

Mashu couldn't help but swallow hard. Although she wasn't very hungry, the aroma was simply attacking her soul.

"Here, be careful, it's hot."

Luo Chen handed the first skewer he had grilled to Mash and Ritsuka, and then skillfully fed it to Morgan, Artoria, and the others beside him.

"Mmm! What an amazing taste!" Ritsuka took a bite, her eyes instantly lighting up. "It's supposed to be that disgusting flying dragon, so why is the meat so tender?!"

"Because it was handled properly."

Luo Chen smiled and explained, then casually wiped Jeanne's mouth:

"Although dragons are magical beasts, once their venom glands and acid sacs are removed, and their muscle fibers are shattered with magic, they become invaluable food. Supplementing protein is crucial during marches."

"Mr. Luo Chen... he's truly all-around amazing." Mashu looked at Luo Chen with admiration. "Not only is his combat power immeasurable, but his cooking is also incredible... he's practically the perfect partner..."

On the communicator, Dr. Roman was wailing:

"How cunning! I can only eat strawberry cake in Chaldea, but you guys are eating barbecue in the Singularity! I want some too!"

……

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the meeting to discuss the next steps of the operation began.

Joan of Arc took out a slightly worn map, her expression serious:

"Based on my intuition and Dr. Roman's observation just now... the 'Dragon Witch's' headquarters is located in Orleans."

"But now Orleans is guarded by countless dragons and Servants, so it would be unwise to launch a frontal assault."

"We need to head to the nearby town of La Salle, where there are still French outposts that haven't fallen yet. We might be able to gather more intelligence there, or even find our lost Servants."

"Lassarita?"

Luo Chen glanced at the map and nodded:

"Then let's go there."

"Meluse, the reconnaissance mission is yours. Don't fly too high, lest you scare those vulnerable French soldiers to death."

"Understood, Master!"

After finishing the last piece of meat, Melusin wiped her mouth and transformed into a streak of light, shooting into the night sky.

……

The next morning, a strange procession began to move.

The sky remained a depressing dark red, with a few lone wyverns occasionally peeking out from the clouds, but upon sensing the undisguised dragon's might on the ground, they all tucked their tails between their legs and fled.

"Um... Mr. Luo Chen?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka walked in the middle of the group, and couldn't help but look back frequently.

There, Mordred was carrying a huge pile of luggage (supplies brought from the modern world) with one hand, a blade of grass dangling from her mouth, looking impatient.

Mashu, holding her shield, remained vigilant, but her gaze kept drifting towards the silver-haired girl (Melsen) floating in the air.

"What's wrong, Ritsuka?" Luo Chen walked in front, holding Jeanne's hand, as if they were on a picnic.

"No, that..." Ritsuka swallowed hard and asked softly:

"It may be rude to ask, but... are you really 'human'?"

"Dr. Roman just said in the communications that the magical reactions of you guys are ridiculously high..."

"Humans? Of course."

Luo Chen smiled, his crimson-gold vertical pupils narrowing slightly:

"At least in terms of biological classification, I guess I can barely qualify now."

"This isn't even human anymore!" Dr. Roman's frantic voice came through the communication bracelet.

"And that woman in black (Morgan)! Her Spirit Origin reaction is even interfering with the ley lines of this singularity! Is she rewriting the rules of her surroundings as she walks? Where did this god-level Servant come from?!"

"Shut up, you spineless doctor who's all talk and no action."

Morgan glanced coldly at the communicator on Ritsuka's wrist:

"If you keep pointing fingers at me, I'll crawl over using the communication spell and rip your tongue out."

"Eek—!" Dr. Roman let out a scream, and the communication went silent instantly.

Ritsuka and Mashu trembled.

How terrifying! Are these really friendly forces?

"Don't frighten the child, Morgan."

Luo Chen squeezed Morgan's hand helplessly, then looked at the gradually clearing outline of the town ahead:

"La Chariote is just ahead. Although it's somewhat dilapidated, it seems there's still a trace of life about it."

"La Chapelle..."

Joan of Arc gazed at the familiar town, her eyes dimming.

"My most trusted soldiers used to be stationed there. But now..."

"Right now, the people there might not be very welcoming to you."

Luo Chen stopped and looked at Joan of Arc:

"Are you mentally prepared, Jeanne?"

"In this era, your face is synonymous with 'despair'."

Joan of Arc trembled, but then took a deep breath and gripped Luo Chen's hand tightly:

"As long as you're by my side... I'm not afraid."

……

La Chariote, in front of the city gate.

Just as Luo Chen had predicted, the town was in a state of extreme panic.

The French soldiers on the city wall were all emaciated, their eyes filled with fear of death.

They remained relatively calm when they saw the group approaching from a distance, but when they clearly saw the face of the girl walking beside the blond man—

"The witch is here!!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky.

"It's the Dragon Witch! The demon who burned down Orleans!"

"She's coming to kill us! Quick! Fire the arrows! Fire the arrows!"

Fear instantly overwhelmed reason.

Without any negotiation, the soldiers on the city wall trembled as they drew their bows.

A sparse rain of arrows, accompanied by desperate whistles, hurtled towards the group.

"Everyone! Watch out!" Mash instinctively raised her shield, wanting to step forward.

"Need not."

Luo Chen's voice was calm as he continued walking forward.

"presumptuous."

Artoria, walking beside him, sharpened her gaze.

She took a step forward, and an invisible Wind King Barrier instantly opened in front of her.

call--!

The wind howled.

The arrows struck a wall of wind and broke off and fell about ten meters away from the group.

"Is this how you treat your savior?"

Artoria coldly stared at the soldiers on the city wall, her kingly authority fully unleashed:

"Where is the spirit of French chivalry in striking down the innocent without verification?"

"A savior?"

The garrison commander on the city wall trembled as he peered out, pointing at Joan of Arc:

"Don't be ridiculous! That face... that woman is the culprit who brought the dragons! Kill her! As long as she's killed, the war will be over!"

A frenzied killing intent reignited in the soldiers' eyes.

That was the madness that came from being driven to the extreme by fear.

Joan of Arc's face turned pale. She opened her mouth, as if to explain, "No, I'm not..."

But the sound was drowned out by the soldiers' curses.

They were hated and despised by the people they wanted to protect.

This pain was hotter than the flames on the stake.

That's enough.

A deep dragon roar resounded in everyone's ears.

Luo Chen released Joan of Arc's hand and walked forward alone.

He looked up, and his crimson-gold pupils instantly turned into vertical pupils.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire town.

All sound vanished in that instant.

Whether it was cursing, screaming, or the sound of drawing a bow, all of it was forcibly suppressed back into the throat by this domineering will.

The soldiers on the city wall felt their knees buckle; the fear, stemming from their biological instincts, made it difficult for them to even stand.

"Listen carefully, I'll only say it once."

Luo Chen's voice carried clearly throughout the entire town:

"The woman standing behind me is the real Joan of Arc."

"And the one who set fire to Orleans was just an imposter."

"Where's the evidence?!" the garrison officer shouted, forcing a smile. "They all look exactly alike!"

"evidence?"

Luo Chen sneered.

He raised his hand, and crimson magic gathered in his palm, transforming into a phantom of a long spear burning with flames.

"The evidence is—"

"If I wanted to kill you, your ashes would already be mixed into the ground by now."

"I don't need to explain to ants. I'm here to give you a way to live."

boom!

Luo Chen casually tossed the magic spear into the sky.

The red streak of light instantly pierced through the clouds, vaporizing dozens of dragons hovering in the distant sky above the town.

This miraculous power silenced everyone.

"Open the door."

Luo Chen said calmly.

The heavy city gates slowly opened in a suffocating silence.

It wasn't because of trust, but because of fear.

Luo Chen turned around and took Joan of Arc's cold hand again.

"Let's go, Jeanne."

He didn't look at the trembling soldiers, but whispered to the girl beside him:

"Don't worry about their opinions. In this crazy era, only the strong have the right to define good and evil."

"And we are the strong."

As Joan of Arc looked at Luo Chen's profile, the coldness in her heart gradually melted away.

"Um……"

She nodded vigorously, straightened her back, and followed Luo Chen into the town that was hostile to her.

……

La Chariote, temporary command post.

After cleaning out a relatively clean room, everyone finally had a chance to catch their breath.

Dr. Roman was frantically analyzing the data over the communicator:

"This is a complete mess! The Spirit Origin reactions in this singularity are a total disaster! Besides that Jeanne d'Arc Alter who calls herself the 'Dragon Witch,' I've detected reactions from at least seven other Servants!"

"Furthermore... their Spirit Origins all exhibit abnormalities; they all seem to have been endowed with the [Berserk] attribute!"

"Berserk mode?" Ritsuka asked curiously.

"Yes. Regardless of their original class, they were all forcibly given the characteristics of a berserker." Luo Chen sat in his chair, feeding Melusin a sugar cube he had brought from Tulifas, and explained casually:

"This is a 'madness clearance sale' orchestrated by Jeanne d'Arc Alter using the Holy Grail."

"She summoned a group of anti-heroes, or like her, who were filled with resentment towards the world, and planned to burn the country to ashes."

"Then what should we do?" Mash gripped her shield tightly.

"It's very simple."

Luo Chen pointed to Orleans on the map:

"Push it all the way through."

"But before that, we need to deal with those mad dogs blocking our way."

The voice just fell.

Boom!

A loud bang suddenly came from outside, followed by Mordred's excited roar:

"Ha! Finally, someone who can fight! Hey! You sissy-dressed guy, state your name!"

Luo Chen's eyes flickered.

"Looks like the first wave of 'takeout' has arrived."

Everyone rushed outside.

In the town square, Mordred was wielding her magic sword, locked in battle with a figure dressed in medieval noble attire and wielding a rapier.

The person had an exquisitely beautiful face that defied gender, but their eyes gleamed with a murky red light, and their body emanated an ominous black aura of madness.

Saber, Charles Dion.

The famous female knight has now been reduced to a berserker who only knows how to kill.

"Is he also a French knight...?"

Joan of Arc looked at the crazed figure, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

"Berserk EX?"

Morgan stood on the steps and coldly commented:

"His swordsmanship is still there, but it's completely chaotic. This beast that only knows how to swing his sword isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes."

"Dad! Don't interfere!"

Mordred laughed and cleaved D'Eon's thrust with a single sword stroke:

"This guy's mine! He just arrived in this world and hasn't even opened his first business yet! Perfect for practicing with him!"

"A swift and decisive victory."

Luo Chen showed no intention of making a move, but simply offered a gentle reminder:

"Don't tear the town down. Otherwise, you'll be sleeping on the streets tonight."

"knew!"

Mordred's body surged with red lightning, and his helmet and visor closed.

Facing the berserk D'Eon, the rebellious knight revealed a smile that was even more like that of a berserker than the berserker himself:

"Come on! Let me see if your rapier is faster, or my king's sword is more ruthless!"