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

Thiers, the northern wilderness.

The night sky was stained a poignant dark red by the burning dragon's blood.

With Siegfried's sword blasting Sanson away, the remaining wyverns completely lost their command and became like headless flies.

But this did not make them harmless; instead, they became even more ferocious out of fear.

"Hahaha! That's more like it!"

Mordred raced across the hill of dragon corpses, each swing of the [Radiant King's Sword] accompanied by crimson lightning.

"Hey! You over there fairy! Don't steal my kills!"

"Who's going to take it from you?"

High in the sky, Meilushin let out a cold snort.

Unlike Mordred, she did not fight a bloody battle, but maintained an absolute purity and elegance.

The mechanical light wings behind him unfolded, like two giant guillotines.

Whoosh!

She transformed into a white aurora, weaving through the dragon horde.

With just one supersonic cut, dozens of dragons disintegrated in mid-air.

"Is this... the power of the Fairy Knight?"

Mashu held up her shield, her eyes filled with shock as she watched the petite figure descend from the sky and slowly land beside Luo Chen.

As a fellow inheritor of the name "Lancelot" (although Mash was unaware that she was possessing Galahad, she was very sensitive to the aura related to the Round Table), she could sense the overwhelming "strongest" concept within Melsin.

"Cleanup complete, Master."

Melusin flicked away non-existent bloodstains from her arm armor, then looked at Luo Chen with a smug expression:

"Three seconds faster than that loud, yelling red idiot."

"here you go."

Luo Chen reached out and patted her head.

However, just as the battle seemed to be over.

Boom! ...

A magical storm, even darker and more turbid than when Sansong appeared before, suddenly exploded in the center of the battlefield without warning.

The ground cracked, and the asphalt pavement crumbled like fragile biscuits.

From within the thick black fog came a low, beast-like growl, along with the ear-piercing sound of armor rubbing together.

"A...r...thur..."

The voice was hoarse and distorted, filled with endless resentment and madness.

Upon hearing this voice, Artoria, who was about to sheathe her sword, froze instantly.

Not only her, but even Mordred, who was wiping sweat nearby, froze on the spot, almost dropping the magic sword in her hand.

As for Mash, she felt a violent throbbing in her heart, a complex sadness and resistance originating from the depths of her spirit origin.

"That voice..."

Artoria slowly turned around, her emerald green eyes fixed on the black mist.

The black fog dissipated.

A knight covered in jet-black armor appeared.

A blood-red light shone through the gaps in his helmet. He held no weapon in his hand, but the madness emanating from him was several times heavier than that of Atalanta before him.

Lancelot, the Black Berserker.

The strongest knight of the Round Table has now degenerated into a mad dog that can only roar at that name.

"A...Ar...thur...!!"

The moment the Black Knight saw Artoria, the red light in his eyes surged.

He roared and grabbed an iron pole from the roadside.

【Knight of Owner】Activated.

The ordinary iron pole was instantly corroded by black and red magic, transforming into a D-rank Noble Phantasm, which crashed towards Artoria with a fierce whistling sound.

"Father, watch out!" Mordred shouted, trying to rush forward to block the blade.

But before her, there were others who were faster and angrier.

"A reckless mad dog who doesn't know what's good for him."

A cold, angry shout rang out.

clang!!!

The lamppost didn't hit Artoria; instead, it was blocked by a slender yet indestructible silver gauntlet.

Meilushin.

The fairy knight was hovering in front of the black knight. Her delicate face was covered with frost, and her dragon eyes were vertical, exuding a suffocating killing intent.

"Bearing the name 'Lancelot,' he's turned into this drooling beast..."

Melusin looked at the tall, black knight before her as if he were some kind of filthy garbage:

"It's disgusting."

"That's the name of the strongest knight in the Fairy Kingdom, not something for a loser like you from the pan-human history to use and embarrass yourself with!"

"roar!!"

The berserk Lancelot couldn't understand what she was saying at all; all he knew was that this little thing was blocking his path to "Arthur".

He roared and gripped the iron bar with both hands, trying to crush Melusin with brute force.

"A contest of strength?"

Meilushin gave a cold laugh.

She is a life form that inherited the remains of the [Albion Dragon], a true dragon.

Trying to outstretch your strength against a dragon?

"Get out of my way!!"

The wings of light behind Melusin suddenly trembled.

That seemingly petite body suddenly unleashed a monstrous force capable of easily shaking mountains.

She gripped the iron pole with one hand, not only remaining motionless, but also pulling hard, causing Kuang Lan to lose her balance.

Immediately afterwards, a knee strike carrying the aurora light slammed into Kuang Lan's chest armor.

Bang! !

With a loud cracking sound as metal twisted, Kuang Lan's jet-black breastplate caved in.

His massive body was blasted dozens of meters away by Melusin's attack, crashing through three abandoned houses before finally coming to a stop.

"So...so strong..." Mashu was stunned.

The strongest of the Round Table, which made countless heroic spirits tremble with fear, was actually crushed in a head-on confrontation?

"It's not over yet."

Meilushin did not stop for a moment.

She clasped her hands together, her arm armor transformed, and two high-energy beam cannons began to charge:

"Since you've gone mad, let me help you find complete liberation. As one of your 'kin' who shares the same name, this is my final act of mercy."

Amidst the ruins, Kuang Lan struggled to her feet.

He seemed to sense a deadly threat and instinctively wanted to activate his Noble Phantasm, "Indestructible Lake Light," to counterattack.

"Melushin, stop."

A calm yet undeniable voice rang out.

The beam cannon in Melusin's hand went out instantly.

She turned back to look at Luo Chen with a somewhat aggrieved expression:

"Master...why did you stop? This filthy thing..."

Luo Chen did not answer, but looked at Artoria beside him.

At this moment, the Knight King was quietly watching the disheveled black knight in the ruins.

Her eyes were filled with a sense of relief and compassion that came from having experienced many hardships.

"This is my responsibility, Chen."

Artoria spoke softly, and the invisible sword in her hand slowly dispelled the Wind King's barrier, revealing the true form of Excalibur.

"He is my knight, and my friend."

"In any world, to let him live in such a frenzied state would be an insult to the name 'Lancelot'."

Luo Chen nodded and encouraged him:

"Go, Lia."

"Give him a quick death."

Artoria took a deep breath and stepped forward.

With each step she took, her aura grew stronger.

"Ar...thur..."

As Kuang Lan looked at the approaching Artoria, the madness in her red eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.

He raised the broken iron bar in his hand, intending to attack, but his movements became incredibly slow.

It was a guilt etched deep in the soul, one that even going berserk could not completely erase.

"Lord Lancelot."

Artoria stood before him, her holy sword raised high.

The golden light illuminated the night and also the mottled scars on the black armor.

"You've been suffering too, haven't you?"

"Because I cannot be forgiven, I crave judgment."

"It was because of excessive loyalty that he went mad."

A mist rose in Artoria's eyes, but the sword did not tremble.

"This time, I won't run away anymore."

"Not as a king, but as Artoria... I forgive you."

"So rest in peace, my friend."

After saying that, she compressed a large amount of magic power onto the blade.

He unleashed a golden slash.

Swish.

A flash of light.

The iron pole in Kuanglan's hand broke.

Then, the black helmet, along with the spiritual core inside his body, was easily sliced ​​open by this sword.

The red light in the Black Knight's eyes flickered a few times before slowly fading away.

His massive body swayed and fell backward.

But at the moment of his fall, a very soft sigh seemed to escape from that throat that usually only roared:

"I'm sorry, my king..."

The black armor dissipated as spiritual particles.

Artoria lowered her holy sword and closed her eyes.

Good night, Lord Lancelot.

Mordred watched this scene from the side, unusually quiet.

She pursed her lips and pulled down the visor of her helmet, seemingly to conceal something.

Melusin flew back to Luo Chen's side and muttered to herself, "Hmph, the knights of Pan-Human History are such a hassle. They make such a fuss over killing someone."

Luo Chen patted Melusin's head, looked at Artoria standing in the moonlight, and said softly:

"This is not a play, Melissa."

"This is their farewell, a thousand years overdue."

He stepped forward and extended his hand to Artoria:

"Are you alright, Lia?"

"It's alright, Chen."

Artoria opened her eyes, grasped Luo Chen's hand, and the gloom in her eyes vanished:

"On the contrary, I feel...very relaxed."

"The shackles of the past have finally been broken."

"That's good, let's go."

Luo Chen smiled and looked in the direction of Orleans.

The dark clouds there grew thicker and thicker, clearly indicating that the "Dragon Witch" had sensed the successive falls of her generals and was brewing a final storm.

"Orleans is still waiting for us."