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

North America, temporary camp, late at night.

Although Rama's injuries have healed under Avalon's conceptual healing, in the eyes of "a certain head nurse," anyone who has ever been injured is a potential source of infection.

"Don't move! You need to rest! That's the doctor's order!"

Nightingale, holding a bandage thicker than a human head, was attempting with a grim expression to press Rama, who had just stood up, back onto the rock.

"Although the wound has healed, that doesn't mean the germs are gone! To prevent even the slightest possibility of recurrence, I recommend that you be completely wrapped up and undergo 24-hour high-temperature sterilization!"

"Wait, wait! Nurse! I'm all better now! I'm really all better!"

Rama was forced to retreat repeatedly. Although he held the indestructible blade in his hand, he dared not raise it against the angel who was saving lives. He could only cast pleading glances at Luo Chen.

"Leader! Please control this...overly enthusiastic lady!"

"Alright, Nightingale."

Luo Chen reached out and stopped the head nurse, who was about to take out the disinfectant, and rubbed his temples helplessly.

"He is a heroic spirit, not a fragile human. And what we need now is combat power, not a mummy."

"……All right."

Nightingale reluctantly put away the bandages, her red eyes still fixed on Rama, as if ready to pounce and give him a needle at any moment:

"But I will monitor your vital signs at all times. If there is any abnormality, I will immediately take 'eradication' measures."

Rama shivered and looked at Luo Chen gratefully: "Thank you... Phew, are all the female Servants here so...unique?"

You'll get used to it.

Luo Chen smiled, then composed himself and became serious.

He walked to the campfire and sat down, gesturing for Rama to sit down as well.

"The reminiscing and therapy are over. Now, let's get down to business, young man."

"Since we're going to rescue your wife, the first thing we need to do is pinpoint her location."

Rama's expression instantly turned serious, and he stared intently at Luo Chen:

You mean...

Luo Chen raised his hand, and crimson-gold magic power outlined a simple map of North America in the air.

His finger moved beyond the flames of war on the inland frontier, pointing to the westernmost point of the continent, to that isolated island shrouded in mist and seawater.

"Here."

Luo Chen's voice was deep:

"Alcatraz Island, San Francisco Bay Area."

"Or to use a more common name—Devil's Island, Prison Tower."

"Prison...?" Rama's pupils contracted sharply.

"That's right."

Luo Chen nodded, a cold glint flashing in his crimson-gold vertical pupils:

"That mad king Cú Chulainn imprisoned her there."

"That island is covered with powerful barriers and guarded by dedicated Servants. For ordinary people, it's an inescapable prison."

"Alcatel..."

Rama murmured the name, his eyes blazing with fury. He abruptly stood up, grabbed the demon sword, and charged out:

"Now that I know the exact location, I can't just sit here and wait to die!"

"I'm going to save her! Right now!"

"stop."

A cold shout stopped him.

The Fairy Queen held a glass of red wine in her hand, her eyes coldly fixed on the agitated Rama:

"Are you an idiot?"

"Since that island is used to hold important hostages, its defenses must be impregnable. In your current state, you'll be shot down before you even reach the island."

"and……"

Morgan narrowed her eyes; her magician's intuition told her something deeper:

"You are surrounded by a very unpleasant aura. It's the scent of 'cause and effect'."

"Do you really think you can see her just by going?"

Rama's steps froze instantly, and his once upright back hunched over.

The demonic sword fell to the ground with a clang.

This invincible hero in mythology now wore an expression even more unsightly than tears.

"Yes...you are right, Your Majesty."

Rama covered his face, his voice trembling with endless despair:

"I...can't see her."

"Even if I knew where she was, even if I stormed into that prison, even if I killed all the guards..."

"I... will never be able to touch her."

Why?

Mash and Ritsuka, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but ask, "Won't we be able to see each other once we're rescued?"

"Because of... a curse."

Rama raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with pain that spanned a thousand years:

"This is the curse we received in our previous lives. 'Rama and Sita, though they deeply love each other, are destined not to be together.'"

"This curse is etched into our spirit origins and has become part of the concept of 'Heroic Spirits'."

"The same applies to this singularity. The world will correct our encounter."

"If I get close to her, she will be forced to move or disappear. If she comes towards me, I will meet with misfortune."

"We...it is absolutely impossible for us to exist in the same space."

Dead silence.

The campfire crackled, but everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

This is more despairing than any powerful enemy. Because it is fate, a concept, the rule of the world.

"so……"

Rama gave a bitter laugh, picked up his sword again, his eyes vacant:

"I don't need to save her. I just need to kill the Mad King."

"Once the singularity is repaired, we will all return to the Throne of Heroes. Perhaps only in that void... can we..."

"Snapped!"

A hand slammed down on Rama's shoulder, interrupting his self-destructive behavior.

Luo Chen stood before him, his crimson-gold vertical pupils showing no trace of sympathy, only an almost arrogant domineering air.

"Are you done talking?"

"Alliance Leader..."

"Rama, all that nonsense you just rambled on about boils down to this: 'Because the world dictates that we can't meet, I've resigned myself to my fate,' right?"

Luo Chen sneered, a scornful expression of utter contempt for so-called fate.

"So what?" Rama gritted his teeth. "It's a curse! It's a law!"

"law?"

Luo Chen released his grip and took a step back.

Om-! ! !

An immense magical power, so powerful that it caused the space itself to tremble, erupted from his body.

Within that crimson dragon's might, a pure flame, radiating blue-white light, ignited in his palm.

That was the radiance of the Third Magic, Heaven's Feel.

It is a miracle that can materialize the soul and break the boundary between life and death.

At the same time, a golden scabbard appeared at his waist.

【Avalon】, a secluded and ideal place.

That is an absolute domain that can isolate all interference and is even beyond the reach of the "Five Great Magics".

"Look carefully, young man."

Luo Chen's voice, like a resounding bell, shook Rama's soul:

"Standing before you is the Third Mage, the Crimson Dragon of Britain, the master of the Star Sword."

"Throughout my journey, my favorite thing to do has been to trample those so-called 'fate' and 'rules' under my feet."

"A curse? Karma?"

Luo Chen reached out and grabbed the ball of blue-white magical flame, holding it tightly in his palm:

"That kind of thing is nothing to me."

"As long as you are within my territory, those things cannot affect you."

"If I say you can meet, then you can meet."

"If I say the curse is invalid, then it must be invalid."

Luo Chen pointed in the direction where Xiduo was imprisoned, his tone extremely domineering:

"Don't give me that 'lost dog' look again."

"We'll set off first thing tomorrow morning."

"I will use my scabbard to ward off the curse and my magic to solidify your spirit origins."

"I'll show that damned curse who the real 'rule-maker' is in this singularity!"

Rama stared blankly at Luo Chen.

Looking at that man who radiated divine light.

From the cracks of despair, a ray of light called "miracle" shone in.

That domineering attitude, that confidence, made his dead heart beat violently again.

"R-Really... is that okay...?"

Rama's voice trembled, carrying a hint of disbelief and hope.

Are you questioning me?

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow.

"No!"

Rama suddenly knelt on one knee; this time, his submission and gratitude came from the depths of his soul.

Tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto the dry soil.

"I believe in you! Leader!"

"If it were you!"

"Even if it means going against the world, I'd become your sword! I only ask... I only ask to see her one more time!"

"Then wipe away your tears and go to sleep."

Luo Chen concealed his aura and turned to walk towards his tent:

"Get plenty of rest. We're going to break into prison tomorrow."

"yes!!!"

Rama responded loudly, his voice echoing through the night sky.

Morgan watched Luo Chen's retreating figure, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"Hmph, what a busybody."

"However... this arrogant attitude isn't entirely unpleasant."

Scáthach was toying with her magic spear, her eyes flashing red light:

"A prison break? That sounds more interesting than just killing."

"Prison Island... Hopefully, the guards there will be at least a little tougher."