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

1273 AD, East Village, Middle East.

When Luo Chen returned to the village with the serene Hassan, who clung to him like an octopus, and his large entourage, it was noon.

The sun was high in the sky, but the air was not as hot and dry as the desert was; instead, it was filled with a suffocating static electricity.

"What is that...?"

Hassan, who was anxiously waiting at the village entrance, suddenly raised his head, his eyes beneath the skull mask fixed on the sky.

In the far north, towards the holy city of Camelot.

A pure white beam of light is converging.

It is not simply a beam of magic, but rather something that seems to strip away the colors of the sky and distort the physical laws of the world—the [Light at the End].

That was an attack from a god-level Noble Phantasm.

The target was Dongzhi Village, hidden among the mountains.

"We've been discovered... That bastard Agravan, he reported the coordinates as soon as he got back?!"

Mordred gritted her teeth, her magic sword beginning to charge, but she knew in her heart that she couldn't withstand an attack of this distance and scale with her anti-army weapon.

"That is... the Holy Lance."

Artoria's face was pale; she knew that radiance better than anyone else.

That is the tower that connects the inside and outside of the world, the broom that the deified "self" uses to clean the surface of the earth.

"She plans to erase this place, along with the mountains..."

"Everyone, run!!"

Hassan, the man with the cursed wrist, roared desperately as he tried to evacuate the panicked refugees.

But the speed of light is so fast that the oppressive feeling makes it impossible for ordinary people to even take a step.

"It's too late..."

Amidst this despair, a cheerful yet resolute voice rang out.

The great hero Arash Kawi walked alone to the front of the village.

The red bow in his hand was drawn to its limit, and his magical power began to burn intensely, even to the point of overdrawing his spiritual foundation.

"It's a bit early, but it's something that has to be done."

Arash watched the impending beam of destructive light descend, a smile of unwavering resolve playing on his lips.

"As long as I can protect these lives... this life is worth it!"

Just as he was about to release the bowstring and unleash the arrow that would grant him a miracle, he was about to give his life.

Snapped.

A strong hand firmly pressed down on his shoulder, simultaneously restraining the magic that was about to go berserk.

"Who told you to die, you great hero?"

Luo Chen's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were casually discussing the weather.

"Lord Luo Chen?!" Arash turned around in shock. "Let go! That's a strike from the Holy Lance! If you don't block it..."

"Block it, no sacrifice is needed."

Luo Chen gave Arash a gentle push, sending him behind him, and turned his gaze to the purple-haired girl in the group.

"Mashu".

Luo Chen shouted.

"Yes, yes! Mr. Luo Chen!"

Mashu held up the huge cross shield, her body trembling, but she still stood in front of everyone without hesitation.

But... her eyes were filled with confusion.

What exactly is this shield? Who is the Heroic Spirit who lent her power? This confusion makes her defense less than perfect.

"Mashu, look at me."

Luo Chen walked behind Mashu, and instead of teasing her as usual, he reached out and grasped the cold shield handle with her.

The red dragon's body heat was transmitted through the back of her hand, giving her boundless courage.

"You never knew the true name of this shield, nor did you know who the heroic spirit residing within you was, right?"

"Then I will tell you his real name..."

Luo Chen's voice clearly reached Mashu's ears:

"He was the most virtuous and perfect of the Knights of the Round Table."

"He was the only knight to find the Holy Grail and return it to the heavens."

His name is Galahad.

"Galahad..."

Mashu's pupils contracted sharply.

As the name was uttered, it was as if a key had been unlocked within her.

A warm, pure, and indestructible power surged from the depths of my soul.

That wasn't just magic; it was—[belief].

"That's right."

Luo Chen poured the Crimson Dragon Magic within him into Mashu without reservation, serving as her solid support:

"This shield is the Round Table itself, which embodies the oaths of the Knights of the Round Table."

"It is not a weapon for killing, but a 'City of Chalk' to protect humanity and what is important in one's heart."

"As long as your heart does not yield, this wall will never crumble!"

"Mash Kyrielight! Liberate it!"

"Let's show you what the real Round Table defense line is all about!!"

"yes!!!"

Mashu slammed her shield heavily on the ground, the confusion in her eyes completely vanishing.

She sensed the will of that heroic spirit.

"—Use this as your anchor to the stars!"

"—Let this be the ruins of a dream as fleeting as bubbles!"

That was a resonance that transcended time and space.

Pure white light burst forth from the shield, transforming it into a majestic, sacred, and inviolable chalk city.

"Assemble! —Lord Camelot (In this way, assemble the distant ideal city)!!!"

Boom! ...

The glory of the Holy Lance has fallen.

That was a divine punishment powerful enough to pierce the earth's crust and burn everything.

But before that illusory yet solid city of chalk, the devastating pillar of light was like a wave crashing against a reef, and was forcefully blocked outside!

The earth groaned, and space trembled.

Mashu gritted her teeth, her feet sinking deep into the mud.

"Ugh... Ahhhhh!!"

She could feel her bones creaking.

But the continuous supply of magic power from Luo Chen behind her, and the hands that held her tightly, allowed her to withstand the pressure.

one second.

two seconds.

ten seconds.

After a long standoff, the brilliance of the Holy Lance finally faded and dissipated into the air.

But the chalk city still stands tall.

The village of Dongzhi was completely unharmed.

"It...it blocked it?"

Arash dropped his bow and stared in disbelief.

Not only him, but all Hassans and all the villagers looked at the girl holding the shield and the man standing behind her with the eyes of someone witnessing a miracle.

"Huff... huff..."

Mash collapsed backward, exhausted.

Luo Chen caught her and let her lean against him.

"I did it... Mr. Luo Chen... I..."

Mashu looked at Luo Chen, her eyes filled with tears of excitement.

"Yes, you did it."

Luo Chen gently wiped the dust from her face, revealing an approving smile:

"You are more dazzling than any knight now."

"Galahad would be proud of you too."

Not far away, Bedivere watched the scene, secretly wiping away tears, a relieved smile appearing on his face.

"Lord Galahad... your will has indeed been inherited."