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

The Great Audience Hall in the fortress of Mirania.

The decor here is extremely luxurious, exuding an ancient and somber feel reminiscent of medieval nobility.

The enormous crystal chandelier cast a cold, piercing light, illuminating the man on the throne, who wore a black velvet coat and had eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Vlad III, the Black Lancer.

He was the Grand Prince of Wallachia and the most famous hero in this land of Romania.

Relying on his "Guardian General" skills, he can even fight against top-tier Heroic Spirits when fighting on his home turf.

Beside his throne stood a man dressed in a Nazi-style uniform with a sinister gaze.

Danick Preston Yggdomirenia. The de facto controller of the Black Faction.

At this moment, neither of them looked too good.

Because the doors to the hall were pushed open.

It wasn't a humble audience; rather, a group of people strolled in as if they were wandering through their own backyard.

The blond youth at the head of the group had his hands in his pockets and looked languid.

On his left arm was the black-clad queen, whose aura was even more imposing than that of the Grand Duke on the throne.

On the right followed a young female knight in a blue dress with a stern expression.

A silver-haired loli dragon with fierce eyes, ready to pounce and kill at any moment, floated behind her.

At the very back is Joan of Arc, the adjudicator, who looks utterly helpless and is also responsible for closing the door.

"Is this what they call a guest?"

Vlad III, seated on his throne, set down his wine cup, his deep blue eyes fixing on Luo Chen:

"You have trespassed into our territory without our lord's permission and even wounded our soldiers. You foreign spirits seem to lack even the most basic courtesy to your lord."

As he spoke, the shadows in the entire hall seemed to come alive.

Countless sharp stakes loomed in the shadows—a harbinger of his treasure, the [Extreme Executioner].

Faced with this overwhelming murderous aura.

Luo Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

Morgan, standing beside him, let out a contemptuous sneer.

"Lord? Etiquette?"

Morgan removed his sunglasses, revealing a mocking glint in his icy blue eyes:

"A mere earl of a small border country dares to speak of the etiquette of a 'king' before me—the ruler of Britain?"

"Even if the vampire legends of pan-human history give you a slight advantage, don't take yourself too seriously, Piercing Master."

"you--!!"

Vlad III's face instantly darkened. He hated nothing more than others mentioning the stigma of "vampire (Dracula)".

"I am a guardian general of the nation, not some fictional monster! Witch, do you want to die?"

boom!

Countless black iron stakes burst forth from the ground, aiming straight for Morgan's throat.

"Too slow."

Clang!

A streak of silvery-white light flashed by.

Melusin appeared in front of Morgan at some point and crushed the iron stake that was strong enough to pierce the chariot with one hand—or even just two fingers.

"Trying to harm His Majesty?"

Melusin's dragon wings unfurled, and countless magical cannons were aimed at the throne:

"I'll prick you up like a hedgehog, old man."

The atmosphere on the scene was tense, and a major battle was about to break out.

"Stop, Lancer!"

Danic, who was standing nearby, quickly spoke up to stop him.

He was a shrewd opportunist. After seeing the footage of Melusin instantly killing the golem and Luo Chen overwhelming Siegfried on the monitor, he knew that he absolutely could not confront these people head-on.

We must not create such a formidable opponent until we have dealt with the Red team.

"Several 'kings' who have come from afar."

Danic forced a smile and bowed slightly to Luo Chen:

"I am Danic. I wonder what brings you to my fortress of Mirania so late at night? If it is for the Holy Grail, perhaps we can cooperate."

"cooperate?"

Luo Chen finally spoke.

He ignored Danick and went straight to a guest sofa in the center of the hall and sat down.

Morgan and Saber stood naturally on either side of him.

"Danick, you've got one thing wrong."

Luo Chen crossed his legs, looked at Vlad III on the throne, and spoke in a calm yet domineering tone:

"We are not here to ask for cooperation."

"We're here to 'take over' this war."

"Take over?!" Danic was stunned. "Are you kidding me? This is..."

"You are well aware of the Red Team's strength."

Luo Chen interrupted him, his crimson dragon eyes flashing with intelligence:

"The Clock Tower employed the greatest hero of Greece (Achilles), and even the Assyrian empress (Semiramis)."

"More importantly, Ruler (Amakusa Shiro) of the red team is not a real referee; he has even crazier ambitions than you."

Upon hearing this information about real names that only core personnel could possibly know, both Danic and Vlad III's pupils contracted simultaneously.

"With your current rabble, you have no chance of winning."

Luo Chen extended one finger:

"So, I'm giving you a chance."

"The Greater Grail will remain in your possession, but command of the battlefield will belong to me."

"In exchange, I'll help you clean up all those cheaters on the red team..."

The hall fell into dead silence.

This is an extremely arrogant proposal, which is tantamount to making Black a vassal.

However, the strength and information that Luo Chen displayed forced them to take a stand.

"Arrogant!"

Vlad III stood up abruptly, his royal dignity making it impossible for him to accept such conditions.

"I am the king of this land! How can I obey orders from..."

Om-!

Luo Chen's aura changed.

A crimson pressure emanating from the Inner Sea of ​​Stars instantly filled the entire hall.

That wasn't targeting the physical body, but rather an absolute suppression of the "spiritual origin."

Vlad III felt a tightness in his chest. The "fame boost" that had previously made him so successful in the country began to tremble in the face of this true British red dragon.

This is the difference in rank between "King of the Region" and "Star Sword Master".

Vlad III.

Luo Chen sat on the sofa, not moving, simply watching him quietly:

"I respect your belief in protecting the country."

"But you are not a king now, you are a servant."

"Since it's war, we should listen to the strong."

"If you're not satisfied, I can have Saber or Meloshen spar with you. Or... Morgan?"

Morgan, who was fiddling with her nails, looked up at the sound of the voice and gave a chilling smile:

"I wouldn't mind turning this castle into my second ice sculpture exhibition hall."

Vlad III gripped his gun tightly, but in the end, he glanced at the pale-faced Danic beside him, and then at Saber and Joan of Arc, who had not yet made a move.

Reason prevailed over impulse.

If the battle begins here, Black will undoubtedly lose.

"……snort."

Vlad III sat back on his throne and said coldly:

"If it's to fight against the Clock Tower, I can tolerate your rudeness for now."

"But if you fail to keep your promise, the remaining stakes could pierce your hearts at any time."

This is a disguised form of compromise.

"A wise choice."

Luo Chen suppressed his dragon aura and a smile returned to his face.

"that……"

Gold, who had been standing trembling in the corner, spoke weakly:

"Since we're allies now... what about the guest rooms...?"

"I want the best room."

Luo Chen said without any politeness, "Ideally, it should have floor-to-ceiling windows, a large bed, and good soundproofing."

As he spoke, he gave Morgan a meaningful look.

Morgan blushed and pinched his waist hard, but did not refute.

"Um... what about me?"

Joan of Arc raised her hand and asked weakly.

As a referee, she felt she had completely become Luo Chen's follower, which was extremely inappropriate.

"you?"

Luo Chen looked at the saintess and smiled:

"You're the referee. Since we're going to stay here, you have to stay here too to 'monitor' us from the sidelines."

"Gold, arrange for Miss Ruler to sit next to me."

"In case I want to 'confess' tonight, it will be convenient to talk to the priest... oh no, to talk to the saintess about life."

"Who wants to hear your confession!" Joan of Arc protested, blushing, but her body betrayed her and she accepted the arrangement.

After all, it would be far more dangerous to let these dangerous individuals out of sight.

Danic watched this scene and secretly made his own plans.

Although it's like inviting a wolf into the house, if this force is used properly, it can indeed defeat the red team.

But... will this "white wolf" end up eating its owner too?

"Alright, meeting adjourned."

Luo Chen stood up, like a boss announcing the end of the workday.

"I will go and meet your other Servants tomorrow."

"Especially that Rider named Astolfo... I heard he's cute?"

Saber and Morgan both narrowed their eyes.

Luo Chen felt a chill run down his spine.

"Ahem, I meant... combat strength! I'm assessing combat strength!"

Night was falling.

With the powerful entry of the White faction, this Holy Grail War, which was originally evenly matched, has completely slid into an unknown abyss.

Meanwhile, on the red side, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada looked at the unusual magical reaction displayed in the crystal ball and revealed a solemn expression.

"Has a variable... appeared?"