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

1273 AD, Middle East, edge of the Atlas Mountains.

The scorching sun beat down on the earth like a furnace. Despite Morgan's cooling barrier, the monotonous and tedious desert journey was still wearing down everyone's patience.

"Ugh! How much longer do we have to walk?!"

Mordred used the damn sword as a walking stick, dragging it across the sand and leaving a long trail, looking utterly dejected.

"There's nothing but sand and rocks here, not even a single magical beast to fight! Dad, are we sure we haven't gone the wrong way?"

"Calm down, Xiao Mo."

Luo Chen walked in the middle of the group, holding a bottle of ice-cold cola in his hand, and leisurely took a sip:

"According to Arash, the village of the East lies just beyond this canyon. It is the last refuge in this land."

"That's right."

Arash, who was walking at the very front, turned around and laughed heartily, pointing to the mountain peak ahead that was shaped like a skull:

"It's over there. The road is a bit difficult, but the water there is very sweet!"

Just as everyone was preparing to speed up their advance.

"Help! Wujing! Bajie! Wukong! Where are you all?!"

A heart-wrenching, dramatic cry came from behind the sand dunes on the side, carried by the hot wind.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful woman dressed in a revealing white monk's robe, wearing a lotus crown, and holding a tin staff stumbled out.

There were no pursuers behind her; it seems she was simply driven mad by the harsh environment.

"That is..."

Mashu stared wide-eyed at the woman with a figure so voluptuous it was impossible for her to be a nun:

"A Servant's reaction? And it's... Caster?"

"Oh? Someone's here?!"

When the woman saw Luo Chen and his group, she rushed over as if she had seen a savior, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Esteemed benefactors! Esteemed benefactors! This humble monk is on his way to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures... no, this humble monk is a passing cultivator! Excuse me, is there any water here? Even just a sip would be appreciated!"

Luo Chen looked at the familiar figure in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Xuanzang, the Tripitaka Master.

A high-ranking monk of the Tang Dynasty, a guardian of Buddhism.

Of course, in this singularity, she is an absolute directionally challenged and comedic character.

"Give."

Luo Chen casually tossed a bottle of mineral water over.

"Thank you so much, benefactor! I will never forget your great kindness!"

Sanzang took the water and, without any regard for appearances, gulped it down in one go. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and come back to life.

She wiped her mouth, clasped her hands together, and bowed to Luo Chen:

"This humble monk is Xuanzang Sanzang. I do not know why I have ended up in this place, and I am about to head there..."

She glanced at the surrounding desert and blinked in confusion:

"Going to... well, anyway, I just want to find a populated place."

"The Tripitaka Master?"

Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise, "That Tang Sanzang from 'Journey to the West'?!"

"It is indeed this humble monk!" Sanzang puffed out his chest (which was indeed quite impressive), but then sighed:

"Actually, I just escaped from that so-called 'holy city'."

"That place... it's hell. That guy who calls himself the Lion King isn't saving people, he's selecting them!"

"Oh?"

Luo Chen's eyes narrowed as he grasped the key point:

"Have you seen the Lion King?"

"I've seen him."

Sanzang couldn't help but shudder as he recalled that scene:

"That divine pressure... was terrifying. Although I tried to influence her with Buddhist teachings, I was almost killed by the knight guarding the gate (Gawain)."

"Therefore, this humble monk had no choice but to use the 'Five Elements Mountain - Shakyamuni Buddha Palm' to smash open the city gate and escape all the way here..."

"The city gate was blown open..."

Mordred's lips twitched: "This monk... he sounds like he's pretty good at fighting?"

"Since you escaped, come with us."

Luo Chen extended an invitation:

"We're preparing to go to that holy city to 'reason' with them. Your fists... no, your Buddhist teachings might be of some help."

"Really?!" Sanzang's eyes lit up. "Then this humble monk will gladly accept your offer! As long as it can prevent that catastrophe, this humble monk is willing to lend a helping hand!"

……

The Hidden Village of the Mountain People, East Village.

Led by Arash, the group passed through an extremely hidden underground river passage and finally arrived at a huge cavern located inside the mountain.

Here stand simple stone houses and tents, where thousands of ragged refugees have gathered. Despite their hardship, their eyes still hold a glimmer of hope for survival.

"Who goes there?!"

As soon as they entered the village, several dark figures descended from the rock face and surrounded them.

The leader was draped in a tattered black cloth, with only his right arm, which was swollen like a demon and wrapped in bandages, exposed.

He wore a white skull mask on his face.

Hassan al-Sabah.

The assassin known as "Cursed Arm".

"Wait! Lord Cursed Wrist! It's me!" Arash quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Arash?"

Hassan of Cursed Wrist breathed a sigh of relief, but when his gaze swept over the people behind Luo Chen, his relaxed body instantly tensed to the extreme.

A murderous aura erupted like a tidal wave.

"Knights of the Round Table?!"

Cursed Arm stared intently at Artoria, Mordred, and the terrifying Morgan:

"Why...why is the Purgatory Knight here?! Arash! Have you betrayed us?!"

The Hassans around him also drew their daggers, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

For these refugees, the "round table" is synonymous with slaughter and despair.

"Calm down, assassin."

Luo Chen took a step forward and calmly glanced around:

"If I wanted to kill you, you would all be corpses by now."

"Look carefully. These men may be Knights of the Round Table, but they are not the executioner of the Lion King."

"We're here to put an end to this farce."

"But..." Cursed Wrist remained vigilant.

"Your Cursed Wrist."

Bedivere emerged from behind, removing his hood to reveal a face filled with remorse and determination, and a silver prosthetic limb:

"I am Bedivere. I know our presence will frighten you."

"But I swear on my knightly honor... the 'Queen' in that holy city has gone mad. We must stop her."

Looking into Bedwell's sincere eyes and at Luo Chen's undeniable leadership qualities, Cursed Wrist remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he retracted the alien's right arm and waved for his men to leave.

"...Since you are guests brought by the great hero Arash, I will trust you this once."

Cursed Wrist sighed:

"Come in. It's simple here, but at least you can survive."

……

In the center of the village, a meeting tent.

The group sat around a tattered map.

Besides Luo Chen and his group, Arash, Cursed Arm, Sanzang, and even a woman named Hassan wearing a Hundred Faces Mask (Hundred Faces Hassan) were also present.

"So, there's only one way to enter the Holy City?"

Luo Chen looked at the white city on the map, which was tightly surrounded by three walls—Camelot.

"Yes."

Arash nodded, his expression becoming unusually solemn:

"Those are the rules set by the Lion King."

"The gates of the Holy City are usually kept absolutely closed. No matter how we attack, the walls, protected by the Holy Lance, remain completely unmoved."

"The main gate is only opened on the night of the new moon each month."

"That is—the Ceremony of Selection."

Arash's voice was deep:

"On that day, the Holy City will accept the refugees who gather in front of its gates."

"But...not everyone can get in."

"Only those chosen by the knights, those with what are called 'pure souls,' are allowed to enter the city. As for the rest..."

"They will be purged."

Cursed Wrist picked up the conversation, his voice beneath the mask filled with deep-seated hatred:

"They were slaughtered like pigs and dogs by those knights."

"This is the Lion King's mercy. He only saves those who are 'valuable,' and eliminates the rest."

"What kind of compassion is this!"

Mashu clenched her fists in fury: "This is outright massacre!"

"A pure soul..."

Artoria lowered her head, her fingers digging deeply into her palms:

"Using life as a bargaining chip to filter people... Have I really gone to such an extreme?"

"On the night of the new moon?"

Luo Chen wasn't angry; he simply calmly calculated the time.

"How long until the next new moon?"

"Tomorrow night," Arash replied.

"Tomorrow night..."

Luo Chen stood up, walked to the tent entrance, and looked at the refugees outside who were still trying to survive in this desperate era.

"Since tomorrow night is the night of the new moon, let's go and join in the fun."

Is the so-called "Holy Selection" a screening process for life?

"No."

Luo Chen clenched his fist tightly in the void:

"Tomorrow night will be the...judgment of 'that round table'."