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

60 AD, Rome, the battlefield of the Appian Way.

"Love! This is love! What a devastating blow! What perfect oppression!"

Spartacus, who had been blasted away by the attack, crawled out of the rubble as if nothing had happened.

His purplish-red muscles twitched excitedly from the impact, and his face wore a smile that would drive anyone's sanity to the brink of madness.

"Who are you? The new oppressor? Come! Fill my rebellious heart with your violence!"

"What a disgusting lump of flesh."

Luo Chen ignored the berserker's ravings.

He turned around and looked at the girl in red who was sitting on the ground behind him, pressing her forehead and panting.

Nero Claudius.

This fifth Roman emperor had a face that bore a striking resemblance to Artoria, but their temperaments were completely different.

If Artoria is a cold lily, then Nero is a blooming rose.

At this moment, her large, emerald-green eyes were staring unblinkingly at Luo Chen. The pain she had been experiencing due to her migraine ...

"Hmm...this radiance..."

Nero subconsciously reached out, seemingly wanting to touch the crimson-gold dragon aura emanating from Luo Chen:

"It's like Apollo descending in his sun chariot...no, warmer and more...artistic."

"Can you still stand up, Your Majesty?"

"Of course! I am the Emperor of Rome! How could I possibly collapse from a mere headache!"

Nero tried to stand up on her own, but as soon as her body left the ground, a violent wave of dizziness hit her again, causing her legs to give way and she to fall forward.

A warm and broad embrace caught her.

"If you're not feeling well, don't force yourself."

Luo Chen took the opportunity to put his arm around her incredibly slender waist.

It must be said that although His Majesty the Emperor is petite, he is extremely well-endowed in all the right places (this completely surpasses that of a certain knight king who does not understand human nature).

Through the thin red dress, Luo Chen could clearly feel its softness and warmth.

"Hmm!"

Nero's cheeks flushed crimson instantly.

As an empress, she was used to being surrounded by people, but she had never been embraced so domineeringly and naturally by a man.

Even more miraculously, when Luo Chen's hand touched her back, a surge of intense heat flowed into her body through the point of contact.

The curse that had tormented her for years, known as "chronic headache," miraculously lessened under the wash of this domineering magic!

"Is my head... no longer hurting?"

Nero looked up in surprise and saw Luo Chen's exceptionally handsome face.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Is this... fate?"

Nero muttered to himself, then revealed a smile as radiant as the sun:

"Okay! I've made up my mind!"

She grabbed Luo Chen's collar with her backhand, and disregarding that they were still on the battlefield, loudly announced:

"From this day forward, you will be my performer! The only partner worthy of me, this Olympian flower!"

"Player?"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Sounds good. But before that..."

He turned to look at Spartacus, who was still shouting, and the allied Roman soldiers who had surrounded him:

"We need to clear away these noises from people who don't understand art first."

"Leave it to me, Dad!"

Before Luo Chen could give the order, a red and white afterimage had already rushed out.

Mordred had long since lost her temper. She stared at the muscular freak, and the [Radiant King's Sword] in her hand erupted with crimson lightning:

"Hey! You big oaf who only knows how to grin! You call yourself a rebel? Then let me teach you what real rebellion is!"

"Roar! Rebels! Rebels!" Spartacus excitedly rushed forward.

"How rude."

Morgan gracefully walked to Luo Chen's side, giving Nero a cold glance as he clung to Luo Chen's arms, refusing to get up.

"Arthur, your bad luck with women really knows no time or place. You just arrived and you've already picked up an emperor?"

"And this is...?"

Nero keenly sensed Morgan's hostility and the aura of a "queen" that emanated from her.

"Although your attire is so somber, I must admit you possess breathtaking beauty. Are you...this musician's maid?"

"maid?"

Morgan laughed in exasperation.

The surrounding air instantly plummeted to freezing point, and several black magical spears materialized in the void, aimed at Nero's head:

"It seems the Roman emperor was not only short, but also had poor eyesight. Would you like me to help you get your vision corrected?"

"Oh? Want to fight?"

Nero, showing no sign of weakness, straightened his chest, and the [Primal Fire] in his hand blazed fiercely:

"Although I am not in good condition right now, my imperial dignity cannot be challenged! Especially not in front of my audience!"

It seems the classic drama of "the harem in turmoil" is about to unfold again.

"stop."

Luo Chen sighed helplessly, placing one hand on Morgan's shoulder and gently patting Nero's back with the other:

"This is wartime; infighting is strictly prohibited."

"Lia, Melusin, go clear the area for Mo. We need to get to our headquarters in Rome as soon as possible."

"learn."

Artoria glanced at the red emperor who looked very much like her, but was dressed provocatively and had a free-spirited personality, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Um... although they look alike, they're definitely not the same person."

She shook her head, brandishing the invisible sword in her hand, which transformed into a blue whirlwind and slashed into the enemy ranks.

"Hehe, I want to go play too!"

With a cheer, Meloshen transformed into a white meteor and soared into the sky, launching a carpet bombing attack on the Allied forces on the ground.

……

The battle ended quickly.

Under the crushing force of the Round Table team, Spartacus was once again reduced to a meteor, and the remaining minions were routed.

Ritsuka and Mash from Chaldea ran over, panting.

"Mr. Luo Chen! You're amazing!"

Ritsuka's eyes sparkled. "Is this beautiful lady in red Her Majesty Nero?"

"Hmm! Where did you come from, magician? You have good taste!"

Nero finally managed to get out of Luo Chen's arms (mainly because Morgan's murderous aura made her back go cold).

She straightened her skirt, regained her imperial bearing, and performed an elegant courtly bow to the crowd:

"Nero Claudius! The fifth emperor of Rome! And the only legitimate ruler in this chaotic land!"

"Thank you all for your help! Especially you..."

She looked at Luo Chen, her eyes instantly turning sullen:

"My player, what is your name?"

"Luo Chen".

"Luo Chen... Hmm, what a rhythmic name."

Nero nodded in satisfaction:

"Well then, Luo Chen, and these foreign warriors, although it's a bit rushed, could you please escort me back to our temporary base in Rome?"

"The 'United Empire' over there is expanding wildly. If we don't regroup as soon as possible, the citizens of Yu'ai' will suffer."

"I'd be happy to help."

Luo Chen stepped forward and extended his hand to Nero:

"Now that we've entered into a contract, I will take full responsibility for it."

"Whether it's that so-called united empire, or those old-fashioned emperors who crawled out of their graves..."

"If anyone stands in your path of roses, I'll crush them all for you."

"Waaah..."

Nero looked at the hand and blushed again.

This was the first time anyone had ever said something like that to her.

Not for the glory of Rome, nor for profit, but simply... for her?

"What a domineering player..."

She placed her hand in Luo Chen's palm, feeling its intense heat:

"But... I don't dislike it! Hmm!"

"Umu?"

Artoria, standing beside her, tilted her head, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head twitched.

"Is this a verbal tic? It feels... a little strange."

"Huh? This is art! You blue woman who doesn't know how to appreciate art!" Nero immediately retorted.

"Blue woman? I am the Knight King of Britain!"

"Britain? That's a Roman province, isn't it? So you're my subordinate?"

"Do you want to fight, Red Saber!"

Watching these two Sabers, who have the same face, arguing over such a trivial matter.

Luo Chen and Ritsuka exchanged a glance and shrugged helplessly.

It seems this journey won't be lonely again.

"Let's go."

Luo Chen, holding Nero's hand, led the vast Round Table and Chaldean expeditionary force toward the Roman position that was said to be in complete chaos.

The conquest of the Second Singularity has officially begun.