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

In 1273 AD, in the Middle East, in the wilderness surrounding the village of Dongzhi.

The aftershocks of the Holy Lance had just subsided, and the smell of being burned by high concentrations of magic in the air had not yet completely dissipated.

Although Mashu blocked the devastating blow, the crisis was not over.

Something is approaching...

Arash's keen hearing picked up the unusual sound in the wind.

It wasn't the roar of a monster, but the heavy, rhythmic sound of horses' hooves, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The earth was trembling.

At the horizon, swirling yellow sand filled the air.

A cavalry unit clad in silver armor and wielding standard-issue lances, like white death reapers, rapidly approached the village.

That was the Purification Knights of the Holy City of Camelot.

At the very front of the knights, a knight without a helmet rode a tall horse, his long purple hair fluttering in the wind, his handsome face, though etched with deep melancholy, was filled with resolute determination and pain.

Lancelot, the strongest knight of the Round Table, known as the "Knight of the Lake".

"Was the Holy Lance blocked...?"

Lancelot gazed at the village that still stood firm, his grip on the reins tightening slightly.

"In that case, I will offer the final mercy."

"This is for the sake of His Majesty the Lion King's justice... Forgive me."

He drew the indestructible Arondight from his waist, and a fierce fighting spirit erupted from his body.

However, when he rushed to the village entrance and saw the true faces of the group of "obstacles"—

Whoosh—!

The warhorse let out a terrified neigh, its front hooves rearing up, nearly throwing the rider off its back.

But Lancelot had no time to appease his mount.

He froze completely on horseback.

Those eyes, which always carried a melancholy air, were now wide open, bigger than copper bells, their pupils trembling violently, as if they were seeing the most incredible and terrifying illusion in the world.

"This...this is..."

Lancelot's gaze began to wander, and with each pause, his heart was struck a heavy blow.

First, there was the blonde girl standing at the very front, holding an invisible sword, looking at him with a complex gaze.

"My...my king?"

Lancelot's voice trembled. It was a pain that would forever remain in his heart, and the object of his betrayal.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly and he saw the man standing next to the girl.

With blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in black, he exuded a crimson dragon aura even more terrifying than the Lion King, and his face... was practically a "male version" of King Arthur!

"Another...king?"

Lancelot felt his brain was starting to overload.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a black-clad witch with a cold smile, playing with a magic gun.

"Morgan Lefève?!"

One of the culprits who caused the round table to collapse was now standing there like a hostess.

Finally, his gaze fell on the girl who was floating in mid-air, wearing silver-white armor and with mechanical dragon wings behind her.

"What the heck is this feeling of familiarity...?"

"What kind of hellish drawing is this?!"

Lancelot's heart was roaring.

He came here on a purge mission, but ended up in a chaotic battlefield full of "acquaintances"?!

"Lord Lancelot."

Bedwell stepped out from the crowd.

He looked at his former colleague, now his enemy, his eyes filled with heartache:

"Why...why are you also on the Lion King's side?"

"Can't you see it? That's a massacre! It's the trampling of innocent people! Is this the chivalry you're supposed to uphold?"

"Bedwell..."

Lancelot snapped out of his shock, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his inner turmoil, and once again donned his cold mask:

"You don't understand."

"His Majesty the Lion King's actions were to preserve the last spark of humanity in this world on the verge of destruction."

"That was 'Sacred Bachelor,' a necessary sacrifice."

"And you... as a sinner who failed to return the Holy Sword, have no right to question me!"

boom!

Lancelot swung his magic sword, and a purple sword aura slashed towards Bedivere.

"Hmm!"

Bedivere raised his silver arm to block, but the difference in strength sent him flying back dozens of meters, his feet carving deep furrows in the sand.

"It's not over yet!"

Lancelot charged forward on horseback, intending to crush Bedivere in one fell swoop.

"That's enough, it's really ugly."

A cold, disgusted voice descended from the sky.

Om-!

The white streak of light instantly cut off Lancelot's charge.

Melushin hovered low in the air, her dragon eyes looking down at the man on horseback as if he were a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

"You are Lancelot from Pan-Human History?"

Melusin tilted her head, her tone filled with undisguised disdain:

"Too weak. Too ugly."

"Indecisive, full of excuses, brandishing a sword at his former comrades while putting on a show of 'I'm in pain too'..."

"You dare call yourself Lancelot?"

"Who are you?" Lancelot asked the girl warily.

"I am Meluxin."

The dragon wings behind the girl unfurled, and countless beams of magic instantly locked onto Lancelot:

"And he is stronger, more perfect, and more suited to this name than you—the Fairy Knight Lancelot!"

"I feel disgusted to see you parading around with this name on your person."

"Get down here!"

Boom boom boom—!

A beam of light was fired simultaneously.

Lancelot had no choice but to abandon his horse and dodge.

But as soon as he landed, Melusin's figure appeared in front of him.

Innocence Arondight!

The sharp blades on his arms transformed into a raging storm, each strike as heavy as a mountain.

Despite his superior martial arts skills, Lancelot was forced to retreat under the overwhelming force of Melsin's "supersonic mobility" and "dragon-like strength," and his indestructible Lake Light could only barely parry the attacks.

"What kind of speed is that...?!"

Lancelot was terrified.

This petite girl is superior to him in both strength and speed!

"This is what they call the strongest at the Round Table? That's hilarious."

Melusin kicked Lancelot's breastplate, sending him flying.

"You can't even beat me, and you want to challenge your Master?"

Lancelot scrambled to his feet, but before he could even adjust his posture, an even more dangerous and chilling aura suddenly attacked from the side.

“…………”

Silent Mash Kyrielight walked over step by step with her head down.

The huge shield in her hand was dragged behind her, scraping against the ground with a harsh screech.

Her short purple hair obscured her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

But everyone sensed an emotion called "rage" brewing within her.

That wasn't Mash's anger.

That was the wrath of Galahad, the noble spirit sleeping within her.

"Um... Mashu?" Ritsuka shrank back in fear.

"Knight Lancelot".

Mashu stopped five meters in front of Lancelot.

She slowly raised her head, her purple eyes now unusually cold, even carrying a hint of...looking at scum.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Mashu's voice was calm, like the calm before a storm.

"You are... that shield-wielding Demi-Servant?"

Lancelot looked at Mash, and for some reason, his heart suddenly clenched, and a strange sense of guilt and panic welled up inside him.

This feeling... is like an elderly father who has been away from home for many years suddenly bumping into his daughter who has come to arrest him at the entrance of a nightclub.

Answer me.

Mash gripped the shield's handle tightly, her magical energy surging wildly—it was Galahad's spirit origin boiling over.

"Is this your code of chivalry?"

"Is this what you call a 'necessary sacrifice'?"

"Wielding swords at unarmed villagers, turning against former comrades with blades..."

"Does someone like you deserve to be the knight most respected by King Arthur?!"

"I..." Lancelot was speechless. He wanted to explain, but in the face of that look, all excuses seemed pale and powerless.

"Since you've stooped to this level..."

Mashu took a deep breath and suddenly raised the heavy shield.

"Then I'll...bring you back to your senses!!"

boom!

Mashu charged out and unleashed a pure, furious shield bash filled with "filial piety"!

"Wait! This magic is..."

Lancelot felt the familiar aura emanating from the shield, an aura so familiar it made his soul tremble.

That's his son! That's Galahad's presence!

"Galahad?! Is that you?!"

Lancelot instantly lost his will to fight; how could he possibly attack his own offspring?

Snapped--! ! !

A crisp, loud, and heavy impact resounded through the sky.

Mashu's shield slammed squarely into Lancelot's face.

This is a shield that can block a single blow from the Holy Lance!

That hardness, that weight...

"Pfft!"

Lancelot was violently thrown into the air, spinning three and a half times before landing face-first in the sand.

"It's not over yet!"

Mashu has now fully entered "Rampaging Daughter" mode.

She rushed up, straddled Lancelot, raised her shield, and began a brutal act of "domestic violence."

"I'll teach you to attack the village!" (Shield Bash)

"You dare bully Mr. Bedivere!" (Shield Bash)

"See, you're still unrepentant!" (Shield Bash)

"I'll show you what a rotten person you are! A scumbag! An irresponsible father!!" (Critical hit shield bash)

"Wait! Stop hitting me! I'm your dad... no, I'm Lancelot!"

"Ouch! My face! Don't hit my face!"

"Galahad! Let me explain! I have my reasons... Ouch!"

The strongest knight of the Round Table was now like a middle-aged corporate slave kicked out of his home by his wife, powerless to fight back, and could only roll on the ground begging for mercy.

Everyone around was stunned.

"Wow..." Mordred chewed his gum, a smug look on his face. "Is this the legendary 'filial piety between father and son'? That's awesome!"

Artoria turned her head away, unable to bear looking at him: "Lord Lancelot... perhaps this is some kind of retribution."

Morgan clapped gracefully: "Excellent. Although she's just a demigod, I admire her spirit in taking down that scumbag."

Luo Chen stood to the side, watching this family drama, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems Galahad's resentment runs deeper than I thought."

He stepped forward and gently patted Mash's shoulder, who was still frantically attacking:

"Alright, Mash. If this continues, he'll really be going back to the Throne of Heroes."

"Stay alive, there are still questions I want to ask him."

"Huff... huff..."

Mashu stopped what she was doing, holding up her shield and panting heavily.

Looking at Lancelot beneath her, whose face was bruised and swollen and whose armor was dented, the anger in her eyes gradually subsided, and she returned to being the obedient junior.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Luo Chen!"

Mashu stood up in a panic, looking at her hands with a blank expression:

"What...what happened to me just now? My body felt like it was out of my control..."

"fine."

Luo Chen smiled and patted her head:

"You just did something that everyone wanted to do but was too embarrassed to do."

"well done."

At this moment, Lancelot shakily got up from the ground.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, and his original melancholy and handsome image was completely gone.

He looked at Mash, then at Luo Chen, and finally his gaze fell on Artoria.

It was a feeling of shame, despair, and a sense of social death that made me want to crawl into a hole.

"Kill me..."

Lancelot knelt on the ground, his voice muffled:

"Having been seen in this ugly state by you... I have no face to live on..."

"Want to die?"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, walked over, and kicked him to the ground by stepping on his shoulder armor.

"That won't do."

"You haven't finished paying off your debts yet."

"Lancelot, I'm giving you two choices now."

"First, I will kill you, and then Morgan will capture your soul and turn you into a familiar, never to be reincarnated."

"Second, join us."

Luo Chen pointed towards the distant Holy Capital:

"Go overturn your so-called 'justice' and atone to those you have hurt."

Choose.

Lancelot looked at Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils, then glanced at Morgan, who was eyeing him menacingly not far away.

There's simply no choice...

"Then there's only one answer: I will pledge my loyalty to you!"