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

Rome, 60 AD, during a military march.

The morning bugle call dispelled the beauty of last night.

When Nero, arm in arm with Luo Chen, walked out of the main tent with a beaming smile, the soldiers in the entire camp seemed to see two suns.

One is hanging in the sky, and the other is hanging on the face of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Mmm! The sun is shining exceptionally brightly today!"

Nero was in an amazing state at this moment, his skin was fair and rosy, and even the golden greatsword, which was usually a little heavy, felt as light as a feather in his hand today.

She was practically clinging to Luo Chen, completely oblivious to the stares of the soldiers and followers around them.

"My beloved, after this battle is over, I will build a statue of you in Rome! Right next to my theater!"

Nero enthusiastically planned for his famous future:

"I've already thought of a name: 'The Man Who Conquered the Emperor'! What do you think? Isn't it artistic?"

"That's humiliation play, isn't it?"

Luo Chen tapped her forehead helplessly, but the smile in his eyes was undeniable.

The roses were indeed in full bloom last night, which greatly pleased him, the "gardener."

However, this sweetness did not last long.

Because what stood in their way was a black, luxurious carriage that exuded a heart-stopping magic.

The carriage was not pulled by horses, but by four black nightmare beasts made of magic.

The carriages were carved with intricate fairy script, and the windows were draped with purple velvet curtains, making them stand out conspicuously and ostentatiously in this dusty ancient Roman battlefield.

The car door slowly opened.

Morgan sat upright on the velvet seat, still holding that seemingly endless cup of red tea.

She wasn't wearing sunglasses today, and her icy blue eyes swept indifferently over Nero, who was clinging to Luo Chen.

"Now that you're awake, it's time to get down to business, Your Majesty."

Morgan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable tone of command:

"Your army needs a commander, your soldiers need encouragement. As an emperor, what kind of decorum is it to constantly cling to a man's arms?"

"Well……"

Nero was taken aback and was about to retort when he saw Morgan put down his teacup and extend his hand, clad in a black lace glove, toward Luo Chen.

"Arthur, come up here."

Morgan looked at Luo Chen, his eyes no longer showing the coldness he had when facing Nero, but instead revealing a deep-seated resentment and possessiveness:

"There's too much dust here, I don't like it. Come with me in the car."

"Oh? The musician wants to ride a horse with me..." Nero tried to persuade him.

"Shut up, you little dwarf."

Morgan interrupted her coldly, his eyes gradually turning dangerous:

"I generously lent you my husband last night. What, you want to steal even a little bit of his time today?"

"One shouldn't be too greedy, otherwise... I might turn you into a pig."

Nero felt the palpable killing intent emanating from Morgan, and the ahoge on his head twitched twice.

Although she was very unwilling, as a "newcomer", she knew that she had indeed gained a great advantage last night.

And... that black woman's aura was really terrifying!

"Tch... fine, I'll take a car!"

Nero released Luo Chen's hand, and to hide his embarrassment, turned to Mash and Ritsuka and shouted:

"Hey... Shieldbearer! Magician! Stick close to me! I'm taking you on a forced march!"

Watching Nero's retreating figure, Luo Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

He stepped into the carriage, took Morgan's hand, and sat down next to her.

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

Luo Chen closed the car door, shutting out the noise outside.

The carriage had been magically expanded, becoming as spacious as a small room, with Morgan's distinctive cool fragrance filling the air.

"Jealous?"

Morgan gave a light snort, turned to the side, and placed his leg directly on Luo Chen's knee, his posture lazy and arrogant:

"I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine."

"You are my husband, and also the king of the Fairy Kingdom. Although, for the sake of convenience in this singularity, I will allow you to show some favor to that native emperor, you'd better not forget..."

Morgan reached out, his long, slender fingers pinching Luo Chen's chin, forcing him to look at him:

"Who is your 'official wife'?"

"Of course it's you, my Morgan le Fay."

Luo Chen took her hand and kissed it gently.

He knew that Morgan's dominance was merely a facade.

This witch, who was betrayed and tormented by madness throughout pan-human history, is actually more insecure than anyone else after finding happiness in this life.

"Simply saying nice things is useless."

Morgan withdrew her hand, but instead of pushing him away, she snuggled closer to him and lay down in a comfortable position.

She pointed to her somewhat stiff shoulders:

"Last night, I used up a lot of magic power to reinforce the camp's defensive barrier for you bunch of idiots."

"Now, give me a massage."

"Yes, ma'am."

Luo Chen's palm covered her slender, fragrant shoulder, the heat of the Crimson Dragon passing through the fabric as he skillfully massaged her acupoints.

"Um……"

Morgan let out a comfortable sigh, his previously tense nerves completely relaxing.

She closed her eyes, like a lazy black cat, enjoying this rare moment of solitude.

"Arthur".

"Um?"

"That Nero... he's a bit noisy, but his aptitude is pretty good."

Morgan suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat casual:

"If you really like it... I'm not in a position to not tolerate another mouth to feed when we get back to Fuyuki."

"After all, only I know how to make potions and manage finances. That idiot who only knows how to spend money can't threaten my position."

Luo Chen paused for a moment.

Looking at the woman in his arms, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Is this Morgan-style gentleness? Although it's full of calculation and arrogance, ultimately, it's still for his sake.

"Thank you, Morgan."

Luo Chen lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

"Hmph, don't flatter yourself."

Morgan opened her eyes, her blue pupils shimmering:

"I just don't want to see you bothered by such trivial matters. You are destined to be the king who conquers the world; as the queen, I will naturally take care of these petty affairs of the harem for you."

As she spoke, she straightened up slightly, leaned close to Luo Chen's ear, and breathed softly:

"As a reward... today, you are not allowed to look for the red one, nor are you allowed to look for the blue one."

"Today...you are mine."

The temperature inside the carriage suddenly rose.

Luo Chen looked at the stunningly beautiful witch before him, his throat bobbing slightly.

"I would be delighted."

……

Outside the carriage, at the front of the marching column.

"Achoo!"

Nero, who was riding on horseback, suddenly sneezed.

"Strange... Could it be a cold? No, someone must be jealous of my beauty!"

"Senior, look at that carriage..."

As Mashu walked, she glanced with some concern at the luxurious carriage in the middle of the procession, which emanated an eerie black aura.

"I feel like... the car is shaking a bit too much? Is some kind of spell being cast inside?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Mashu on the shoulder with a serious expression:

"Mash, that's adult magic. Children shouldn't ask questions."

"Let's focus on getting on our way; the terrain seems to have changed ahead."

As Ritsuka said, as the army advanced, the surrounding scenery gradually became more treacherous.

The original plains were replaced by jagged rocks, and the road narrowed, becoming a canyon passage that could only accommodate a few people side by side.

At the end of the canyon, a battle aura as hard as steel and as fiery as fire was rising into the sky.

"That is..."

Artoria rode at the very front, reining in her horse with a solemn expression.

"Such a strong defensive aura. It's like a mobile fortress."

Canyon mouth.

Three hundred soldiers, armed with round shields and spears and clad in bronze armor, blocked the way.

At the very front of the formation stood a man wearing a dignified helmet.

He was shirtless, revealing his well-honed muscles, and the spear in his hand gleamed coldly.

Lancer, King of Sparta, Leonidas I.

"This road is blocked!"

Leonidas's grand voice echoed through the canyon:

"I am the spirit of Sparta! If you wish to pass through here, you must first step over our corpses!"

"Mash Kyrielight! You shield-wielding girl! Let me see your resolve!"

"I...I was tagged?!"

Mashu was taken aback, then gripped the cross shield in her hand tightly.

Inside the carriage, Luo Chen felt a surge of exhilarating fighting spirit.

He patted Morgan's thigh, signaling to suspend service.

"Looks like we've arrived at a nice place."

Luo Chen pushed open the car door and got out.

He looked at the Spartan king in the distance, who stood like an iron tower, and a hint of admiration burned in his crimson-gold vertical pupils.

"The 300 Spartans?"

Luo Chen smiled, and the holy sword wrapped around the Wind King's barrier appeared in his hand:

"While I admire your courage, it's regrettable..."

"My racing team never hits the brakes."

"Lia, Mordred, Melusin."

Luo Chen gave the order:

"Prepare to break the formation."

"As for Mash... that Spartan seems to want to teach you something. Don't disappoint him."