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

In 60 AD, it united with the capital of the Roman Empire.

This place is less like a city and more like a giant temple.

Countless white marble columns rise from the ground, supporting the magnificent dome that seems to touch the sky.

In the very center of the city, atop a towering palace that seemed to reach into the clouds, the man had been waiting for a long time.

He was clad in a long red robe, his muscles as perfect as those of an ancient Greek sculpture, his arms outstretched to the sky in a pose symbolizing "all-encompassing."

The progenitor of the gods, Romulus.

The founder of Rome was also the embodiment of the oldest "love" on this land.

Welcome, my children!

Romulus's voice was grand and warm, like the rumble of the earth:

"Whether you are Nero, a foreign king, or a traveler from Chaldea, in my eyes you are all Rome!"

"Now that you're here, embrace me! Melt into my love and become a part of this eternal empire!"

Rumble—!

As he called out, the earth began to tremble violently.

Countless enormous tree roots burst forth from the ground; they were not plants, but the embodiment of the "Founding Spear," made of magic and rock.

These tree roots grew wildly, instantly forming a thorny wall a hundred meters high in front of everyone, completely blocking the path to the throne.

"What the hell is that?!"

Mordred swung his sword at a tree root, sparks flying, but the root only lost a layer of bark and healed in the blink of an eye.

"So hard! Is this thing alive? Even my King's Sword can't cut it?"

"This is the divine ancestor's treasure—【Magna Voluisse Magnum】."

Nero gripped the primordial fire tightly, his face pale.

"The love of the God Ancestor is too heavy... He wants to assimilate us into the concept of 'Eternal Rome' as well."

"assimilation?"

Morgan snorted coldly, and the magic spear in his hand gathered a gravitational wave:

"What an arrogant god. Trying to turn me into part of that pile of stones? Dream on."

"Don't waste your magic, Morgan."

A hand pressed down on Morgan's wrist as he was about to cast a spell.

Luo Chen stepped out of the group and faced the seemingly ever-growing "Roman Wall" alone.

"Mr. Luo Chen?" Mashu held up her shield, looking at the figure with some concern.

Luo Chen looked up at Romulus high above, his crimson-gold pupils burning with an unprecedentedly intense light.

"Romulus, the progenitor of the gods. Your love is indeed vast, but too heavy, and too stagnant."

"Turning everything into Rome doesn't mean prosperity; it means creating a specimen."

"Oh?"

Romulus looked down at Luo Chen:

"Dragon King of a foreign land, do you not understand? Only eternity is the highest happiness. If you wish to deny me, then show me your 'extreme'!"

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Luo Chen did not choose to draw the holy sword from his waist.

This time, in his outstretched right palm, the golden particles began to spin, compress, and recombine wildly.

A sacred aura that froze the atmosphere and made the space itself groan erupted from his hand.

Om-!

"Warning! Warning! Extremely high-level spirit origin reaction detected!"

On the Chaldea communicator, Dr. Roman's voice trembled, even cracking slightly:

"W-What's with this reading?! It's not magical energy release, nor is it a normal Noble Phantasm... This is the pulse of a 'planet'?! Ritsuka! Quickly, get Mash to unleash her Noble Phantasm! If we're not careful, even you guys will be blown away by the aftershocks of that thing!!"

"The planet's...pulse?" Ritsuka looked at Luo Chen in horror.

Luo Chen's figure slowly floated into the air.

The light in his hand gradually lengthened, transforming into a sacred spear with an intricate design and a spiraling shape.

As the spear appeared, the wildly growing roots of the Roman trees around them stopped wriggling, fearing this power that could decide the fate of the world.

"That is..."

Artoria's pupils contracted sharply, her body instinctively straightening up, her eyes revealing extreme shock and longing:

"The Holy Lance... Rhongomyniad?!"

"You're kidding..."

Mordred nearly dropped her sword; she stared intently at the spiral spear, her body trembling uncontrollably.

That was the reverence etched deep in the souls of the Knights of the Round Table.

"Dad... he can actually control that thing? That's the 'Tower of the End,' which can turn its wielder into a god!"

Luo Chen gripped the gun tightly, and the Crimson Dragon Furnace within his body emitted a tremendous roar.

In response to the "Founding Spear" of the Divine Ancestor, he must bring out the high-level "End Spear".

"Seal Thirteen - Decision Start!"

The cold system voice had just sounded when Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils suddenly narrowed.

He doesn't need to wait for the Knights of the Round Table's approval.

He doesn't need the system's judgment.

Because he is now the culmination of the "Arthur Pendragon" concept, the absolute master of this gun.

"No need for review."

Luo Chen's voice was cold and domineering, directly interrupting the entire process:

"I am the king, I am the round table, I am the law."

"Using this body to exercise Sovereign Authority, I will release the Holy Lance from its five constraints!"

The Holy Lance's radiance was no longer limited; it was pure energy powerful enough to tear apart the very surface of the world.

A violent storm erupted from Luo Chen's center, blowing away countless yellow sands and transforming the battlefield into his own domain.

The light was so dazzling that even the sun in the sky seemed dim.

"So strong...!"

Mashu planted her shield firmly in the ground, protecting Ritsuka behind her. Even so, the overwhelming divine pressure still made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Senior... this power... it seems to be fixing the physical laws of the entire world... is this the 'strongest'?"

Ritsuka hid behind her shield, squinting at Luo Chen in the air, her heart filled with pure shock:

"This isn't just at the Servant level...this is a mythical rebirth!"

Morgan, standing to the side, revealed a beautiful and proud smile.

She gazed at the man holding the holy lance, who resembled a god, her eyes filled with infatuation and possessiveness:

"Yes, this is my husband."

"Whether it's the Holy Sword, the Holy Lance, or even this world... they all deserve to submit to him."

Romulus's expression finally changed.

He lowered his outstretched arms as a sign of respect for a higher being.

"Excellent... wonderful! Is that the light at the end?!"

Luo Chen raised the Holy Spear high, his crimson-gold dragon eyes locking onto the massive tree root city wall and the God Ancestor behind it.

He held nothing back.

This was his greatest respect for the founder of Rome.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor!!"

With this roar, the spiral spear began to spin wildly, its radiance reaching its peak.

"It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects the earth—"

"A dazzling light bursts forth at the end—"

"—Rhongomyniad (Shining Spear of the End)!!!"

boom--------!!!

A golden aurora, powerful enough to pierce through the stars, burst forth from Luo Chen's hand.

This radiance is not simply destruction, but rather "fixation".

It carried the physical laws of the world's end, ruthlessly crushing everything in its path.

Those Roman tree roots, constructed by the divinity of the ancestral gods and touted as an absolute defense, appeared incredibly fragile in the face of this radiance.

The beam of light pierced through the city walls, through the palace, and pointed straight to the sky, creating a huge hole in the clouds and giving this sky a permanent "anchor point".

"This...this is...the spear that shines at the end..."

In Chaldea's control room, Dr. Roman stared at the off-the-charts numbers, slumped into his chair, and muttered to himself:

"That's practically foul... Even the Magic King would have to think twice before unleashing this kind of firepower, right?"

The light dissipated.

The thorny wall that had blocked their way had completely disappeared.

A wide, flat road, still emitting wisps of smoke, led straight to the throne.

Romulus remained standing there.

He wasn't hit—Luo Chen deliberately avoided his vital points, only destroying his treasure.

But the god's chest heaved violently as he looked at the road that had been forcibly carved out, a relieved and triumphant laugh appearing on his face.

"Hahaha! Good! Great!"

Romulus laughed heartily and opened his arms:

"Truly worthy of being a dragon! Truly worthy of being a king!"

"This shot...pierced my Rome, and it pierced my love!"

"Since it possesses such brilliance... then let it pass!"

"Go and show your 'future' to that destructive white giant (Attila)!"

Luo Chen landed slowly, and the holy spear in his hand turned into specks of light and dissipated.

"You flatter me, Divine Ancestor."

Nero stared blankly at Luo Chen's retreating figure, then looked at the avenue leading to the palace.

Her heart was pounding.

This is her player.

That man who could not only heal her, but also tear the sky apart with a single blow, making even the gods make way for him.

"Let's go, Nero."

Luo Chen turned around and extended his hand to the still-stunned red-robed emperor:

"The road has been opened."

"Go and reclaim the throne that is rightfully yours."

"……Um!"

Nero nodded vigorously, ran over quickly, and grasped the hand tightly.

And at the back of the line.

Kongming looked at the deep trench where terrifying magical energy still lingered, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground.

"The Holy Lance...that is the power of the goddess Rungomminiad..."

"Just how far has this man taken the legend of King Arthur?"

"Does this monster... really need our help?"

Alexander's eyes lit up:

"Wow, that's amazing, teacher! I want to learn that too! That beam of light is so cool!"

Kongming clutched his stomach: "Shut up, that's something you can't learn... My stomach is starting to hurt again."