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

60 AD, the ancient road of Apis, noon.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and even the air was distorted by the high temperature.

Ahead of the Round Table Expeditionary Force, a well-disciplined Roman legion, exuding an eerie deathly aura, blocked their path.

There were thousands of them, a dark mass, spreading across the barren yellow earth like a black tide.

At the very front of the army stood two distinctly different Servants.

The bulky man on the left, dressed in a crimson toga robe, is wielding the broadsword "Crocea Mors" with a surprisingly agile gait.

He wore a shrewd, greasy smile like a businessman, and his squinting eyes gleamed with calculation.

Saber, Julius Caesar.

The one on the right is a giant man with a bare upper body and bulging muscles.

His eyes had no pupils, only two chaotic black lights, saliva constantly dripped from the corners of his mouth, and he made unintelligible growls from his throat.

Berserker, Caligula.

"Oh my, what a grand welcome ceremony!"

Caesar stopped spinning his sword, his gaze sweeping over Luo Chen and his group before finally settling on Nero, letting out an exaggerated sigh:

"Is this my lovely successor? Although rumors say you are a spendthrift spendthrift, this appearance certainly has the qualities to make the Romans fall for you."

"What do you think, Nero? Rather than making futile resistance, why not join the 'United Rome'? The great god Romulus is quite tolerant."

"Shut up, you fat pig!"

The Primal Flame in Nero's hand ignited with furious flames, her red dress billowing in the heatwave:

"I am the true heir to Rome! And you are nothing but a bunch of resurrected ghosts! Especially you—Caesar! Your use of Rome's glory as a bargaining chip disgusts me!"

"Oh dear, that's a really harsh assessment."

Caesar shrugged, not angry, but instead raised his sword.

Skill activation - [Incitement EX].

"Soldiers! Look! That's the usurper who seized the throne!"

Caesar's voice instantly became incredibly penetrating, possessing a bewitching magic:

"Kill her! For the true Rome! For the ancestral gods! Your swords will be blessed, your deaths will be glorious!"

"roar--!!!"

The previously lifeless Allied soldiers seemed to be injected with stimulants in that instant.

Their eyes turned bloodshot, their muscles bulged, and even the corpse soldiers with severed limbs let out beast-like roars as they charged towards the group.

"Tch, just a fat guy who talks big."

Mordred spat, hoisted the heavy sword known as the "Damn Sword" onto his shoulder, and shattered the rocks beneath his feet with a single step.

"Hey! Dad! That fat guy is mine! I'm going to chop all that fat off him!"

"Granted."

Luo Chen stood calmly beside Nero and began assigning tasks:

"Lia, keep an eye on Mo, don't let her charge too aggressively. Melusin, provide aerial suppression."

"As for that madman..."

Luo Chen looked at Caligula, who was staring intently at Nero and exuding an ominous black aura:

"Nero, you handle that opponent yourself."

"I... know."

Nero's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

That was her uncle, the one who once loved her the most, but whom she destroyed because of his madness.

"Nero...Nero...!!"

In response to Nero's gaze, Caligula, who had been silent all along, suddenly roared to the sky.

boom!

The berserk attribute erupted instantly.

The ground beneath his feet cracked, and he ignored all the obstacles around him, crashing straight into Nero.

That was a grappling move powerful enough to shatter steel.

"Uncle!"

Nero gritted his teeth, not daring to take the blow head-on. He activated the Golden Dance Steps, and his red figure slid to the side.

Boom!

Caligula slammed his fist into the open ground, creating a crater five meters in diameter.

"Is this... the power of Berserker?" Ritsuka and Mash watched from behind, their hearts pounding with fear.

"Don't just stand there! We're going in!"

Mordred has charged into the enemy lines.

A crimson bolt of lightning swept out, instantly clearing a fan-shaped area.

Those soldiers who had been "incited" and strengthened were far too weak in front of her.

"What energetic young people!"

Caesar nimbly leaped backward, avoiding the splashing debris.

Despite his enormous size, his agility is ridiculously high.

"However, brute force alone is not enough."

Caesar's broadsword traced an eerie arc, a slash that gave the illusion that it was impossible to dodge.

"Death to Huang!"

clang!

Mordred raised her sword to parry, but felt a strange force coming through the blade, causing her hand holding the sword to tremble slightly.

"That fatso's got some strength!"

"I'm a man who commanded the Gallic Wars," Caesar said with a sly smile. "Don't underestimate the fat girl."

……

On the other side of the battlefield.

Nero's situation was not optimistic.

Caligula was completely irrational; his attacks were haphazard and relied solely on the monstrous strength and durability granted by his "Emperor's Privilege" to overwhelm his opponents.

"Nero...loves...kills...!!"

Caligula roared broken words as he swung his iron fists.

boom! boom! boom!

Each punch was accompanied by the sound of wind breaking through the air.

Despite his exceptional skills, Nero could only dodge and evade in the face of overwhelming power.

Her breathing became rapid, and old shadows swirled in her mind, making her hesitate as she swung her sword.

That was her uncle… She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

"What are you hesitating about?!"

A sharp shout rang in Nero's ears.

Luo Chen appeared at the edge of the battle at some point:

"Those are the dead! Empty shells, devoured by a frenzy!"

"Nero Claudius! If you can't even sever the shadows of your past, what right do you have to call yourself the Emperor of Rome?!"

"But..." Nero's eyes reddened slightly, "He did it because he loved me..."

"Then respond to his love with a sword!"

Luo Chen's voice pierced through Nero's confusion:

"Let him be free! This is the final act of mercy from a family member and an emperor!"

call--

A gigantic fist, accompanied by wind pressure, hurtled towards Nero's head.

"...!!!"

At Luo Chen's roar, Nero's eyes finally changed.

That vulnerability as a young girl was forcibly suppressed, replaced by the pride and determination of being a "Roman Emperor".

"Yes...you're right, player."

Nero abruptly stopped his retreat, and the [Primal Flame] in his hand erupted with unprecedented flames.

"Uncle...you look terrible right now!"

"Let me—Nero Claudius—see you off!"

"—Setting sun, burn bright!"

Nero no longer hid.

She stepped forward to meet the giant fist, raising her greatsword upwards at an extremely tricky angle.

After being cured by Luo Chen, she now displayed strength far exceeding her peak.

puff!

The blade sliced ​​through Caligula's tough skin and plunged deep into his chest.

At the same time, Caligula's fist stopped an inch from Nero's forehead.

The chaotic black light in the emperor's eyes seemed to dissipate for a moment as his heart was pierced.

He looked at the girl in front of him, tears streaming down her face, yet still gripping her sword tightly.

A hideous yet gratified smile appeared on that distorted face.

"Nero..."

"I've grown up... ah..."

Caligula's hand fell gently, clumsily trying to touch Nero's head, but before it could even touch him, his body began to disintegrate.

"Uncle-sama!!"

Nero tightened his grip on his sword, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't cry."

Luo Chen walked over, placed his hand on Nero's trembling shoulder, and injected a stream of magic into her body to help stabilize her emotions.

He passed away peacefully.

"You did a good job, Nero."

With Caligula's departure, the morale of the Allied forces instantly collapsed by half.

"Oh dear, oh dear, we've already lost?"

Caesar, watching this scene from afar, sighed helplessly, but the smile on his face did not disappear:

"The power of family ties is truly terrifying. Now that Berserker has already gone home, shouldn't I, who's just doing this for money, also consider leaving?"

"Trying to run away?"

Mordred grinned maliciously, and his magical power surged once more, directly blocking Caesar's retreat:

"Weren't you having a good time, you fatso! I'll keep your head and use it as a football!"

"Liya, cut off their retreat," Luo Chen ordered.

"clear."

Artoria flashed and appeared behind Caesar, the Wind King Barrier sealing off the space.

First Mordred, then Artoria.

There is a beautiful woman in the heavens.

Beside them stood Luo Chen, a red dragon eyeing them menacingly.

Caesar's smile finally froze, and cold sweat slid down his chubby cheeks.

"Hey, is it possible to reconcile? I have quite a bit of experience with Rome's financial management..."

"At this very moment? Caesar, you must be joking!"

Luo Chen coldly pronounced the verdict.

"Give him a quick death."

Two sword lights, one red and one blue, flashed and intertwined on the ancient path of Apis.