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

Fuyuki City, the fairy leaves the palace.

The morning air still carried the dampness of last night's dew, but in the courtyard of the detached palace, a somber and extremely "eerie" atmosphere was brewing.

"So, only a few of you are going this time?"

Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, looking annoyed, her golden eyes filled with a desire that said, "I want to cause trouble too."

"Hey, Luo Chen, are you being unfair? I'm pretty good at fighting too!"

"Alter Jeanne, the singularity we're going to this time is a little different from the ones we've been to before."

Luo Chen straightened his seemingly ordinary but actually conceptually woven black trench coat, then glanced back at the "expedition team":

"We are heading to the Sixth Singularity—the Realm of the Sacred Round Table."

"That's the Knights of the Round Table's territory. Bringing too many people will only create chaos."

Luo Chen's gaze swept over the four women in front of him:

"Moreover, this is a rare 'roundtable gathering'..."

The lineup standing in front of him was arguably the most luxurious, and also the most stomach-churning, "round table battleground" combination in Type-Moon history:

First, Morgan le Fay. The Queen of the Fairy Kingdom, King Arthur's sister, is currently elegantly holding a jet-black parasol, her eyes revealing a coldness that says, "I'm going to trample that imposter sister under my feet."

Second, Artoria Pendragon (Saber). The true King of Knights, her expression is serious at this moment, her hand on the hilt of her sword. Having heard that in that era there was a self-proclaimed "Lion King" who was causing trouble, her blood pressure is probably off the charts right now.

Third, Mordred. A rebellious knight, the epitome of a brat. She's carrying that damn sword on her shoulder, chewing gum with an excited expression, clearly looking forward to "going to beat up her father's colleagues."

Fourth place: Melosin (Fairy Knight Lancelot). The strongest single-target dragon. Because she bears the name Lancelot, Luo Chen specially brought her along to persecute the "real" Lancelot who was about to appear.

"This isn't a round table gathering, it's more like a round table execution site..."

Joan of Arc muttered under her breath, her eyes filled with sympathy for the Knights of the Round Table in that singularity.

"Alright, let's go."

Luo Chen snapped his fingers, opening a spacetime rift leading to the year 1273 AD.

"Target: Jerusalem."

"Let's go and deliver a belated family punishment to that 'Lion King'."

Om-! ! !

The golden light engulfed the five figures.

……

1273 AD, the Middle East, an endless desert.

heat.

Extreme heat.

The moment they landed, a wave of intense heat hit them as if it were real.

The sun here is abnormally scorching, as if it wants to evaporate all the moisture from the earth.

"Pah! What kind of place is this! It's all sand!"

Mordred stepped into the scorching sand and irritably spat out her chewing gum.

"Dad! Did we come to the wrong place? Where's the Round Table Realm? It looks like a desert where only lizards live!"

"Quiet down, Mordred."

Morgan's parasol emitted a chilling blue aura, instantly lowering the temperature within a ten-meter radius to a comfortable level.

She looked around at the withered, yellow scenery with disdain:

"A nauseating stench of divinity permeated the air. It seems that the so-called 'Lion King' has completely stopped considering himself human."

"Divinity..."

Artoria frowned, her emerald eyes gazing into the distance.

At the edge of the horizon, there is a pure white pillar of light that stretches across the sky.

Its radiance was sacred and majestic, yet it also exuded a cold indifference to life.

That was the Noble Phantasm she knew best—the radiance of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad.

"That is the light of the Holy Lance."

Artoria clenched her fist, her voice low and deep:

"But... it's too distorted. It's not light that exists to protect; it's a cage built for 'management' and 'selection'."

"What exactly did that 'me' do?"

"Why don't you just ask them what they did?"

Luo Chen smiled.

At this moment, he is in a state of 100% fusion with the Izayoi template sublimation.

The harsh environment felt like a gentle breeze to him; he could even clearly sense the planet's lament in this era.

"However, before we went to challenge them, there seemed to be some inconsiderate things blocking our way."

Luo Chen slightly raised his chin, pointing to the shadows of the sand dunes ahead.

roar--!!!

Accompanied by several strange roars, several enormous monsters with human faces and lion bodies leaped out from behind the sand dunes.

Sphinx.

The ruler of this desert, a member of the retinue of Ramses II (Osmandis).

"What is this? A big cat with a human face?"

Mordred's eyes lit up, and he took the sword off his shoulder:

"Looks pretty tough! Can I chop it up, Dad?"

"what ever."

Luo Chen put his hands in his pockets, not even bothering to glance at them.

"Don't get your clothes dirty."

"Hey! Got it!"

Mordred grinned maliciously, the sand beneath his feet exploded, and he transformed into a streak of red lightning as he charged forward.

"Hey! Big cat! Come play!"

boom!

Xiao Mo merely used a basic attack imbued with crimson lightning.

The first Sphinx to pounce didn't even have time to scream before Mordred cleaved it in two from head to tail with a single sword strike.

Blood splattered, but was kept out by Mordred's magical barrier.

"Too weak! Too weak! Is this what a divine beast is like?!"

Mordred moved like a tiger among sheep, wielding her greatsword with impenetrable force.

"How rude."

Melusin hovered in mid-air, watching Mordred's fighting style, and shook her head:

"It has absolutely no aesthetic appeal."

She stretched out her finger and gently tapped the remaining sphinxes below.

shhhhhh!

Several beams of light, like those of the aurora borealis, pierced precisely through the Sphinx's head.

The battle ended in ten seconds.

"Boring."

Mordred flicked the blood off his sword and walked back to the group:

"Why are the monsters here so thin, like they're made of paper?"

"That's because you guys are too strong."

Luo Chen shook his head.

Just then, his [Intuition EX] twitched slightly.

It wasn't hostility, but rather a... extremely sad and confused atmosphere.

"Someone's coming."

Luo Chen looked to the other side of the sand dune.

A tall man, wearing a tattered cloak, wrapped in bandages all over his body, with only one silver arm exposed, staggered out from the sandstorm.

He looked extremely weak, as if he might collapse at any moment, but his eyes, peeking out from under his cloak, revealed a touching tenacity.

The moment the man approached and saw Luo Chen and his group, he froze in his tracks.

His gaze passed over Luo Chen and Morgan, and was fixed on the blonde girl in the blue and white battle dress.

"king……?"

The man's voice was hoarse, trembling, and even choked with disbelief:

"Arthur...King?"

Artoria was taken aback.

She looked at the down-on-his-luck homeless man, at his silver prosthetic limb, and a long-buried memory was instantly awakened.

"That arm...you are...?"

Artoria stepped forward, her emerald eyes widening slightly:

"Bedwell? Is that you, Lord Bedwell!"

Bedwell.

The only Knight of the Round Table who did not become a Heroic Spirit in this form, but instead has been wandering as a "human" ever since.

He was also the sinner who failed to return the holy sword, preventing King Arthur from resting in peace...

"Ah...ah..."

Bedwell fell to his knees with a thud onto the scorching sand.

He looked at the young, noble king, uncorrupted by the Holy Lance, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

"My king... I've finally... I've finally seen you..."

"But...why...why are you here?"

"Could it be... that you've come to punish me?"

Just as he was about to bow his head in repentance, his gaze inadvertently swept over the man standing next to Artoria.

That blond man.

boom!

Bedwell's mind went completely blank for a moment.

He stared wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes at Luo Chen's face.

Short golden hair, emerald green eyes, a straight nose, a resolute chin... and that deep-seated, kingly aura belonging to the Pendragon family.

Besides having more rugged and masculine lines...

That face looks exactly like King Arthur!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Bedivere even forgot to cry. He pointed at Luo Chen, his fingers trembling violently, his lips quivering as he couldn't utter a word.

"Wang...? No... that's a man?"

"But that face... that aura... you are... King Arthur?!"

He frantically turned to look at Artoria, then at Luo Chen, his entire being in a state of utter confusion:

"Why are there two kings? And... and what's more..."

A male King Arthur?!

This was a scene he had never imagined during his long years of wandering, or even in his countless nightmares.

"Don't be so surprised, Bedivere."

Luo Chen looked at the knight who was completely terrified and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He stepped forward, crouched down, and brought his eyes level with Bedwell's.

Those eyes, identical to Artoria's but even more profound and domineering, gazed at him.

"Nice to meet you. I am Luo Chen."

"Also from another world... Arthur Pendragon."

"Another...world?"

Bedwell stared blankly at Luo Chen.

so similar.

Whether it's his eyes or that commanding presence that makes people want to submit.

If, on the hill of Camlann, the one who fell into his arms was such a strong king... perhaps the tragedy would not have happened?

"Alright, we can catch up later."

Luo Chen reached out and gently touched the silver prosthetic limb with his fingers.

Om-!

The Excalibur Proto within Luo Chen's body resonated with the silver arm.

"You didn't return the Holy Sword, did you?"

Luo Chen revealed the secret in a single sentence.

Bedivere trembled violently, his face growing increasingly pale:

"You...you knew?"

He looked at Artoria, his eyes filled with fear and guilt:

"Your Majesty...I...I am guilty! I failed..."

"alright."

Luo Chen interrupted his confession.

He stood up and pulled Bedwell, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet.

"Don't kneel down so easily. The Knights of the Round Table don't have such weak knees."

"Bedwell".

Luo Chen patted his dust-covered shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of approval:

"Although you did a foolish thing, turning your king into that kind of monster."

"But... to atone for this mistake, you wandered alone for 1500 years, enduring the pain of your soul being burned, until you came here."

"This loyalty is enough to atone for your sins."

"That... the king turned into a monster?"

Artoria was completely confused, but she astutely grasped the key points:

"Dust, are you saying... the current 'Lion King' was born because the Holy Sword wasn't returned... me?"

"That's right."

Morgan walked over, looked at Bedivere, a hint of mockery on his lips, but more than that, a complex mix of emotions:

"How ironic. The most loyal knight created the most twisted king."

"That person who called herself a goddess in the Holy City is no longer you, Artoria."

"Those are just spirits that have been completely deified by the Holy Lance and have lost their humanity."

"How could this be..." Artoria clenched her fists, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes.

That's why we came.

Luo Chen walked back to Artoria's side, took her hand, and gave her strength:

"Since it's that world's mistake, then we'll correct it."

"Bedwell".

Luo Chen looked at the one-armed knight who was still in a daze:

"Wipe away your tears and join the team."

"Since you want to atone for your sins, then come with us."

"We're going to the Holy City to... give that 'King' who's gone astray a good beating and wake him up."

Bedivere looked at Luo Chen, then at Artoria's encouraging gaze.

And Mordred, who was making faces at him:

"Hey, isn't this Bedivere? You're really having a tough time!"

His long-dried-up heart began to beat again.

"yes!"

Bedivere straightened his back and gave a standard knightly salute:

"If this is your will... Bedivere, I am willing to draw my sword for you once more!"

"very good."

Luo Chen turned around and looked at the holy spear beam that pierced through the heavens and earth in the distance.

"Let's go."

"Go tell that Lion King."

"The real 'Round Table'... has come to collect its debts."