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

In 60 AD, in the heart of the United Empire.

Having left the blood-red canyon guarded by Leonidas, the road to the United Capital should have been smooth sailing.

However, as the army ventured deeper into the territory, the surrounding scenery began to turn eerie.

The once clear road was swallowed up by the thick white fog, and the jagged rocks around them seemed to come alive, their positions subtly changing every time the group blinked.

Something's not right.

Artoria, mounted on her horse, pulled on the reins, her brow furrowed.

"We seem to be going in circles. This is the third time we've seen that lion-shaped rock."

"Huh? Lost?"

Mordred, frustrated, brandished his cursed sword, attempting to cleave through the thick fog around him:

"What's wrong with this godforsaken place? I can't even see the sun! Hey, Nero! Isn't this your backyard? Lead the way!"

"Hmm... well..."

Nero scratched his cheek somewhat awkwardly, his eyes darting around:

"Although this is my territory, this strange formation... I've never seen anything like it before. Could it be some kind of Eastern magic?"

"It's a formation."

Morgan, who had been sitting in the carriage the whole time, finally spoke.

The car door opened, and the Fairy Queen stepped out gracefully.

She didn't look ahead, but instead looked up at a point in the void, a cold smile playing on her lips:

"Using the flow of ley lines, combined with the visual and spatial illusions created by the rocks and mist. Although the method is somewhat outdated, the person who set up the formation is quite skilled to achieve this level in this low-magic environment."

"Can you untie it?" Luo Chen walked to her side.

"Untie it?"

Morgan seemed to have heard a joke:

"Arthur, there's no need to 'decipher' this kind of trick."

She raised her hand, and a jet-black gravity magic ball condensed at her fingertips:

"Once all the stones that form the key to the formation are crushed, the path will naturally appear."

……

Deep within the mist, atop the highlands.

Two figures were looking down at the group of people at the round table who were trapped in the formation.

One of them was a boy with red hair and red eyes, riding a black horse.

His eyes were clear and intense, and he exuded the fearless spirit of a newborn calf.

Alexander the Conqueror as a child.

Beside him stood a man dressed in an oriental robe, holding a feather fan, with a furrowed brow and a look of deep sorrow and resentment.

Zhuge Kongming (El-Melloi II/Weber Velvet).

"Teacher, your 'Stone Soldier Eight Formations' doesn't seem to be able to trap them."

Alexander, watching the increasingly agitated magical reaction below, gripped his short sword with a mixture of excitement and amusement.

"Is that woman in black preparing for a massive magic trick? Is she planning to blow up the entire mountain?"

"...Damn it."

Kongming took a deep drag on his cigarette, his face, always etched with fatigue, contorted in pain.

"What kind of monster configuration is this?!"

"I already tried to overestimate the enemy's strength, but I still underestimated them! Is that black-clad woman a magician from the Age of Gods? The scale of her magic is simply unfair!"

What made Kongming feel even more nauseous was the blond knight riding a white horse.

Saber, Artoria Pendragon.

Although he wasn't wearing armor, that familiar magic, that figure he could never forget until his death...

"King of Knights..."

Kongming's stomach clenched.

Memories of the Fourth Holy Grail War flooded back like a tidal wave.

The girl who once argued with his king (Iskandar) about the difference between tyranny and righteousness has now appeared in this singularity.

"And...who is that man?"

Kongming's gaze finally fell on Luo Chen.

Although the man didn't make a move, he stood there as if he were the center of the world.

Even the arrogant fairy witch and the knight king subtly regarded him as their leader.

"This sense of oppression... is more terrifying than any Servant I've ever seen."

"Teacher! They're about to break through the formation! I'm going to confront them!"

Alexander didn't care about any of that; he had seen a powerful figure, and his fighting spirit was already boiling.

"Since formations are useless, let's decide the outcome with cavalry!"

"Wait! Alexander! Don't be impulsive!"

Kongming tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The steed named Busephalos had transformed into a black lightning bolt, carrying the young conqueror king down the high slope.

"Sigh...really, this guy always messes things up, whether it's big or small."

Kongming sighed helplessly and could only wave his feather fan to dispel the fog surrounding the Stone Formation, while simultaneously enhancing Alexander's various stats.

Since we can't avoid it, we might as well go and say hello.

……

The battlefield below.

"boom--!!!"

With Morgan's gravity cannon shot, the boulder blocking the road instantly turned to dust, and the mist dissipated.

"They're out!"

Mordred's eyes lit up as he looked at the cavalry charging towards him:

"Hey! A little kid? Riding a black horse... Are you someone's lost child?"

"I am Alexander Iskandar in his youth!"

Alexander was not angered by Mordred's taunts; instead, he smiled warmly.

"Hey big sister over there! Your sword looks really good! Come and have a match with me!"

"Huh? Big sister?!"

Mordred's forehead veins bulged:

"Am I that old?! And besides, my name is Mordred! Remember the name that will knock you off your horse!"

clang!

The short sword clashed with the heavy sword.

Despite the vast difference in size, Alexander, with the protection of Zeus's Thunder, managed to withstand Mordred's monstrous strength.

"Interesting!" Mordred laughed, and the crimson lightning in his hand surged.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, a sigh came from the side.

"Stop, Alexander. You are no match for those people."

Kongming emerged from the shadows, gently waving his feather fan, his face showing deep weariness.

"Teacher?" Alexander pulled back.

Kongming ignored Alexander and looked directly at Artoria in the group, and the man standing next to her.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions, including nostalgia, apprehension, and a hint of relief.

"It's been a long time... although this may be the first time we've met for you."

Kongming looked at Artoria, his tone tinged with bitterness:

"King of Knights"

Artoria paused for a moment, looking at the long-haired man in front of her, who was wearing a long robe.

"Who are you……?"

Although my appearance has changed, and my aura has changed, that feeling...

"You're the Master of that Rider (Iskandar)? Waver Velvet?"

"It's better to call me Lord El-Melloi II now."

Kongming shrugged and then turned his gaze to Luo Chen.

The moment he saw Luo Chen, his "overwork-induced death" instincts went off like crazy.

This man... is extremely dangerous.

"Nice to meet you, this... unknown king."

Kongming bowed slightly, maintaining diplomatic etiquette:

"I am Zhuge Liang, the strategist of the United Empire... or rather, a pseudo-servant who has borrowed his power."

"Although I'd love to exchange military strategies with you all, judging from this situation..."

Kongming glanced at Morgan, who was pointing his magic spear at him, and at the menacing fairy dragon in the sky:

"I think surrendering might be a more rational choice."

"A wise judgment."

Luo Chen smiled.

He stepped forward, speaking in a familiar tone as if meeting an old friend:

"I didn't intend to fight you to the death here, Weber."

"After all, I know you don't really want to help that so-called 'God Ancestor'."

Kongming's pupils contracted:

"What...do you know?"

"I know a lot."

Luo Chen walked up to Kong Ming, lowered his voice, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear:

"For example... you've noticed it too, haven't you? The mastermind behind this singularity isn't Romulus, but a guy named Rafe."

"For example... the reason you stay here is to wait for the person who can truly correct everything."

Kongming stopped holding the feather fan.

He gave Luo Chen a deep look, a hint of shock flashing in his wise eyes.

Does this man not only possess absolute power, but also have the "clairvoyance" to see through the script?

"call……"

Kongming let out a long breath, and his whole body relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Looks like my overtime work can finally be over."

"Now that you all know, there's no need for me to pretend to set up any more traps."

He turned around and waved to Alexander, who was still looking completely bewildered:

"Come back, you stupid disciple. There's no need to fight anymore."

"This group of people... are the 'game-changers' we've been waiting for."

"Huh? Aren't you going to fight anymore?"

Alexander sheathed his short sword with some regret, but still obediently returned to Kongming's side.

"Then... can we chat with that Knight Queen? I want to ask her about that chariot!"

"as you like."

Kongming waved his hand, then looked at Luo Chen:

"The capital city is just ahead. Romulus is right there."

"However, I must warn you that besides the God Ancestor, there is another, even more troublesome fellow."

"That was the white giant who existed to destroy civilization... Altera."

"The White Giant?"

Morgan frowned slightly when he heard the word.

"If it's that kind of thing... then it does have some research value."

"Thanks for the information."

Luo Chen nodded:

"In return, you can take your young disciple and watch the show from the sidelines."

"We'll take over the final act of this farce."

Kongming looked at Luo Chen's confident back and then at the group of Servants behind him that could be described as a "dream team," and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Seriously... how come all the Heroic Spirits these days are monsters like this?"

"Looks like I won't have to work overtime until I'm exhausted this time."

With Kongming making way, the gates to the united capital were fully opened.

In that city that symbolizes Rome's glory and madness, a man who calls himself "God" stands with open arms, awaiting the final challenger.