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

In 1273 AD, on the back mountain of Higashi no Mura, there was the Temple of the Angel of Death.

This is a natural cave deep in the Atlas Mountains, cold, damp, and filled with a chilling, ominous atmosphere.

The dim torchlight illuminated the ancient skull reliefs on the rock face, the totem of the successive Hassan al-Sabah.

"Lord Luo Chen, and everyone else."

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, stopped before a massive stone monument shrouded in black cloth. His monstrous right arm trembled slightly, and his voice held an unprecedented reverence and resolve:

"Even with the help of the members of the Round Table, we are still no match for the Lion King's power, which he calls 'divine.'"

"In order to protect this last sanctuary, I must awaken that legendary being... the first of the Assassination Order, and the executioner of all Hassans—'The Old Man of the Mountain'."

"The Old Man of the Mountain?"

Leonardo da Vinci asked with some curiosity, "Is it the legendary...King Hassan?"

"Exactly."

The man with the cursed wrist knelt before the stone tablet, his forehead touching the ground.

"Even if it costs me my head, I must beg for his protection. Only that lord's 'evening bell' might make the Lion King feel the fear of death."

Luo Chen stood to the side, his crimson-gold vertical pupils gleaming slightly.

As a time traveler, he certainly knew the significance of that "Grand Assassin".

That was a ruthless person who could imbue "Tiamat" with the concept of death.

"Go, Cursed Wrist."

"However, my advice is—don't expect him to fight for you directly. That old man's temper is harder than the rocks in these mountains."

Just as the cursed wrist was about to begin the ritual, a faint, heavy chime echoed in the air—

"Oh no! Lord Cursed Wrist!!"

A burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the temple.

The great hero Arash rushed into the cave in a disheveled state, his face, which always wore a cheerful smile, now filled with anxiety and anger:

"Stop the ceremony! Something terrible has happened!"

"Arash?" Cursed Wrist suddenly sat up. "What's wrong?"

"The secluded village to the west... has been attacked!"

Arash gripped his greatbow tightly, gritting his teeth:

"It's the Purifiers of the Round Table! They somehow found out the location and launched a surprise attack!"

"The villagers suffered heavy casualties... and Jingmi has been captured!"

"Quiet Hassan?!"

The will-o'-the-wisp in Cursed Wrist's eyes flickered violently. "That child... she did it to protect the villagers..."

"The intelligence says she was taken to '[location]', which is fifty kilometers away from here—that's the Knights of the Round Table's outpost in this area."

Arash looked at Luo Chen, his eyes pleading:

"Lord Luo Chen! Jing Mi's poison is extremely potent. If she falls into the hands of the people of the Holy Capital... the consequences will be unimaginable! We must save her!"

"Should we save them?"

Luo Chen turned around, his black trench coat billowing behind him.

"Since we are allies, there is no reason for us to stand by and watch someone die."

"and……"

Luo Chen looked at the group behind him, his gaze landing on Mordred, who was chewing gum with a bored expression:

"Is there a 'special' Knight of the Round Table stationed in that fortress?"

"what?"

Mordred paused for a moment, then, as if sensing something, a sinister smile spread across his face:

"Ha! Dad, are you talking about this 'imposter' from the singularity?"

"Perfect! I've been wanting to see what kind of person this 'me' in this world really is!"

"Everyone, let's go!"

Luo Chen snapped his fingers, and ripples spread through the space:

Objective: Round Table Outpost Fortress

"Rescue them, and while you're at it... clean house."

……

The Round Table Outpost, the Interrogation Room.

This place was originally an ancient site, but it has now been transformed into a heavily fortified prison made of steel and stone.

A girl with sickly purple skin was suspended in mid-air by magical chains.

She is the serene Hassan, an assassin radiating deadly poison.

She was on the verge of death, her body covered in wounds.

Two people stood in front of her.

A man dressed in jet-black armor and wearing a gray cloak.

His face was sinister, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He held a piece of parchment in his hand and was scrutinizing Jingmi with an emotionless gaze.

Agravivan, a Knight of the Round Table.

He was King Arthur's scribe and the Iron Knight known as "Iron."

And the other person...

She wore heavy silver-red armor, and the visor of her helmet was open, revealing a face radiating madness.

The face was exactly the same as Mordred's in Luo Chen's team, but her eyes were filled with madness.

This is the singularity—Mordred.

Blessed with the "Rampage" by the Lion King, it knows no fatigue, no fear, and only knows how to kill.

"Hey, Man in the Iron Mask."

The enraged Xiao Mo kicked the wall and roared impatiently:

"How much longer do we need to interrogate her? Why not just kill this poisonous woman? My father gave me permission to kill!"

"Shut up, Lord Mordred."

Without raising his head, Agguwen's voice was as cold and hard as iron:

"Hassan is an important sample. Her poison might be used against the rebels. You are not allowed to touch her until you have squeezed every last drop of value out of her."

"Ugh! What a hassle!"

The enraged Xiao Mo brandished his demonic sword, the [Radiant King's Sword], as crimson lightning crackled wildly in the confined space.

"I really want to chop something down! My sword thirsts for blood!!"

Just then.

Boom! ...

The fortress's steel gate, several meters thick, roared and flew straight in, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Who goes there?!"

Agguwen's eyes narrowed, and the chains in his hands tightened instantly.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A figure dressed in red and white stood arrogantly at the gate, carrying a greatsword.

She looked at the rampaging Xiao Mo inside as if she were looking at a repulsive reflection in a mirror.

"Hey, you imposter over there."

Mordred spat, her greatsword pointed directly at the opponent's nose:

"Using my face, making that kind of howling like a wild dog..."

"Did you even get my permission?!"

"ha?"

The berserk Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, then his crazed eyes erupted with extreme killing intent and ecstasy:

"This nauseating sense of familiarity..."

"Ah! I know! You are 'me'! You are 'me' from another world!!"

"Hahaha! That's awesome! As long as I kill you, I'll be the only one! Father will only look after me!!"

"Father?"

Upon hearing this word, Agguwen instinctively looked towards the doorway.

Then, for the first time, a crack appeared on the ever-present poker face of the Iron Knight, who was known for his composure.

Because behind Mordred, several people slowly walked in.

That blonde, blue-eyed girl wielding an invisible sword.

That witch dressed in black, exuding an aura that chilled him to the bone.

And King Arthur, the male standing in the very center, radiating a red dragon's aura even more terrifying than the Lion King.

"Two kings...?"

Agguiwen's voice was dry, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

The impact was tremendous.

Two King Arthurs, a living Morgan.

This is simply a nightmare of the Round Table!

"And... Mother?!"

"Agravivan".

Morgan didn't look at the berserk Mordred who was going berserk; instead, she stared coldly at the son she hated most (because he was created to destroy the Round Table, but ultimately betrayed Morgan and served Arthur).

"He makes himself look like a corporate slave who died from overwork, still with that disgustingly rigid demeanor."

"That crazy woman from The Lion King, did she really put a good-for-nothing like you in charge of the Round Table?"

"Mother……"

Agravli clenched his fists, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and resumed his cold demeanor:

"I deny it. My mother is the witch who destroyed Britain, and my king is in the Holy City."

"You... are nothing but phantoms of a foreign land."

"Mordred! Kill them!"

"I don't need your nonsense!!"

Rampage Mo has already rushed out.

"—Clarent (Wang Jian)!!!"

A burst of crimson lightning erupted, and she crashed into our Mordred like a cannonball.

"Well done!"

Mordred grinned maliciously, neither dodging nor avoiding the attack, and met it head-on.

"Get the hell out of my way!!"

clang--!!!

Two identical demonic swords clashed violently in mid-air.

Red lightning intertwined, illuminating the entire fortress.

"Lia, that tin man is yours now."

Luo Chen glanced at Mordred, who was fighting with "himself," and confirmed that she had the upper hand (after all, she had Luo Chen's magic power supply). Then he turned to Artoria beside him and said.

"clear."

Artoria broke the Wind King's barrier, revealing the true form of the golden holy sword.

She looked at Agguwen, her gaze complex yet resolute:

"Prime Minister Agguiwen. Although in my memory you remained loyal to the very end..."

"But aiding and abetting evil, establishing such an inhuman holy city... I absolutely cannot condone it!"

"My king..."

Agraven drew his longsword from his waist, and although he knew he was no match for the enemy, he did not flinch in the slightest:

"For the sake of the Lion King's ideal world, even facing you... I must draw my sword."

"This is... my loyalty."