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

The night was deep, and most of the lights in the camp had already been turned off in preparation for tomorrow's "prison break" operation.

The only sounds were the faint grinding of gears from patrolling mechanized infantry and the occasional howl of wolves in the distance.

Rama was sitting cross-legged outside the tent, with the indestructible blade resting on his knees.

He closed his eyes, adjusting his breathing, trying to bring his spirit foundation to its peak.

That promise gave him hope for a new life. At this moment, he was like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released.

In the center of the camp, inside Luo Chen's main tent, the atmosphere was not as tense as outside. Instead, it was filled with a heat that made people blush and their hearts race.

"call……"

Under the dim, golden light of the magic lamp, a purple figure gracefully straddled Luo Chen's lap.

Scáthach.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom was wearing her signature purple bodysuit.

The fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, tightly wrapped her devilish figure, which had been honed over a thousand years and was without an ounce of excess fat, outlining breathtaking curves.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Scáthach's wine-red eyes were half-closed, her fingers lightly tracing the surface of Luo Chen's open chest, her fingertips carrying a hint of teasing coolness:

"Tomorrow we're going to break into that so-called 'death row' cell. Your heartbeat... seems pretty steady."

"Is it because he's too confident in his abilities, or is it...?"

She leaned down, her red lips almost touching Luo Chen's earlobe, her breath as fragrant as orchids:

"Feeling tonight's been too long? Need to find some fun?"

"Master, you're playing with fire."

Luo Chen wrapped one arm around her slender yet powerful waist, feeling the amazing sensation from his palm.

The crimson dragon furnace core within him stirred slightly as this delicate body pressed against him, and the heat emanating from it instantly raised the temperature inside the tent.

"Playing with fire?"

Scáthach chuckled softly, a hint of warrior's wildness and woman's allure flashing in her eyes:

"I am a master who has trained countless heroes. I am very confident in my control over 'fire'."

"and……"

She shifted her waist slightly, bringing their bodies even closer together:

"As the 'vanguard' charging into battle tomorrow, what if my legs give out on the battlefield if I don't replenish my magic power beforehand?"

"This is... a necessary 'physical examination' and 'pre-battle supplies'."

This is a blatant excuse.

But it is also the most tempting invitation.

Luo Chen looked at the queen before him, who longed to be conquered, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Since it is the master's request, as a disciple, I should naturally do my best to fulfill it."

He suddenly grabbed Scáthach's head and was about to kiss her when the tent flap was suddenly lifted by a long, slender, fair hand.

"I knew it."

A cold voice rang out, instantly extinguishing half of the enchanting atmosphere in the tent.

Morgan Le Fey stood in the doorway.

She wore a dark black silk nightgown, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, and her ruby-like eyes were filled with indifference and displeasure that said, "I knew you would cheat on me."

She glanced at the two entangled figures, her gaze lingering for a second on Scáthach's unruly hand, before letting out a cold snort:

"What an insatiable wildcat. Instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, she comes to my husband's tent to get into heat?"

"When did the Queen of the Land of Shadows become such a thirsty woman?"

"Oh dear, the main wife caught you?"

Scáthach was not alarmed, and did not even get off Luo Chen.

She simply turned her head and gave Morgan a defiant smile:

"Don't be so stingy, Fairy Princess. Your Master's magic is limitless; sharing a little won't hurt you."

"Or... are you insecure about yourself, afraid that I'll steal your affection?"

"Stolen?"

Morgan strode in, and with her steps, the air around her seemed to freeze.

She walked to the bedside, looking down at Scáthach, her eyes flashing a dangerous red light:

"In this world, there is nothing I can't get back, only things I don't want."

"Arthur is my king. Every drop of his magic, every inch of his skin, belongs to me."

It looks like these two queens are about to fight over "territorial sovereignty" again.

Luo Chen sighed helplessly.

He reached out his other hand, grabbed Morgan's wrist, and pulled it slightly.

"ah!"

Morgan gasped, lost her balance, and fell directly into Luo Chen's arms, sitting on his other lap.

He was surrounded by women on both sides.

On one side is a mature and alluring purple-haired master, and on the other side is a noble and aloof silver-haired wife.

This is probably every man's ultimate dream, and also the ultimate battleground.

"Let me go, Arthur!" Morgan struggled slightly, though with very little force.

"Stop joking, Morgan."

Luo Chen tightened his arms, trapping both of them in his embrace.

He turned his head and looked at Morgan's face, which was slightly red from anger, his eyes instantly becoming deep and focused:

"Scáthach is right, she is tomorrow's striker."

"That prison island is heavily fortified; she needs to use that indestructible magic spear to tear a breach."

"so……"

Luo Chen leaned closer to Morgan's lips, his voice low and deep:

"Giving her some 'supplies' is for our victory. You should understand, shouldn't you? My wise Queen."

"Virtuous, virtuous?"

Morgan was taken aback by the word, a crack appeared on his icy expression, and his anger inexplicably dissipated by more than half.

This man... always knows how to manipulate her.

"Hmph... since it's for the sake of the war..."

Morgan turned her head away, no longer looking at Scáthach, and instead gave a haughty snort:

"This will be the only time. And there won't be another one."

"and……"

She turned her head and gave Luo Chen a hard kiss on the lips.

This was a deep kiss that carried a punitive undertone, yet was also filled with possessiveness.

Long and suffocating.

"Well……"

Morgan only released him when she felt her lips go numb, a triumphant smile playing on her lips—the composure of an empress.

"This is the interest. After this battle is over, the remaining principal... you'll have to repay me double."

After speaking, she stood up from Luo Chen's lap, straightened her robe, and gave Scáthach a haughty glance:

"After feeding this stray cat, get some rest. Don't go to the battlefield tomorrow with your legs too weak and embarrass our White Faction."

Morgan turned and left, his back view still exuding elegance.

Only Luo Chen and Scáthach remained in the tent.

Scáthach gazed in the direction Morgan had left, thoughtfully stroking her chin.

"What a terrifying woman... but surprisingly, she's quite easy to appease?"

Then, she turned her attention back to Luo Chen, and the flame in her eyes reignited, even more intensely than before:

"Now that we've obtained the 'official wife's' permission..."

"So, can we... get down to business now?"

"Master... no, Luo Chen."

Scáthach leaned down, her purple bodysuit gleaming under the magic lights:

"Let me see just how far your 'infinite magic' can drive me mad."

Luo Chen smiled.

He waved his hand and turned off the lights, leaving only darkness and ambiance in the room.

"As you wish, Master."

"Tonight...classes will be extended."

……

The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated the camp, Scáthach stepped out of her tent, feeling refreshed.

The twin pistols in her hands glowed red, and the aura she exuded was even more fierce than before.

Luo Chen followed slowly behind, looking somewhat lazy, but his eyes remained bright.

"Everyone, assemble!"

Luo Chen's voice echoed throughout the camp.

Rama rushed over immediately, the dark circles under his eyes indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

Artoria, Mordred, Melusin, Karna... everyone is ready to go.

"Target: Alcatraz Island."

Luo Chen looked westward, his crimson-gold pupils reflecting the mist-shrouded sea:

"Go and take that so-called 'curse' along with that prison..."

"Completely crushed."