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

The night sky over Tulifas was shattered by beams of light and green meteors.

"Haha! You can't hit me! You can't hit me at all, little girl!"

Achilles' loud laughter echoed across the wilderness.

This great hero from Greek mythology, renowned for his speed, is currently weaving through Melusin's intense magical bombardment.

Once his "Comet Run" technique is activated, he can unleash supersonic speeds in a very short time.

Although the high-energy beams fired by Melusin were terrifyingly powerful and could easily melt rocks, they always grazed past Achilles' afterimages, leaving only scorched craters on the ground.

"A bug that only knows how to run away."

Floating in mid-air, Melusin frowned, annoyed by this game of hide-and-seek.

As the strongest fairy knight, she is used to crushing opponents head-on, not slippery ones like this.

"Since we can't hit it, let's just bomb this whole area flat."

Melusin's dragon eyes narrowed, and the mechanical light wings behind her suddenly expanded, increasing in brightness by an order of magnitude.

She didn't plan to use spot shots anymore, but instead prepared to conduct a thorough sweep.

"Hey, boss! This girl's serious!"

On the ground, Achilles sensed the terrifying magical power gathering above him and hurriedly shouted towards the distant forest.

"Tsk."

In the shadows of the woods, Atalanta gritted her teeth. She drew her Sky Bow taut, two arrows nocked simultaneously.

She infused this attack with a large amount of magic.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Two green beams of light transformed into roaring beasts, hurtling straight at Melusin in mid-air, attempting to interrupt her charge.

"it's useless."

Meilushin didn't even glance at it.

Ding!Ding!

The two arrows, powerful enough to pierce steel, were deflected by an invisible repulsive field when they came within three meters of her body.

This is a high-dimensional bio-force field inherent in the remains of the "Albion Dragon," and physical attacks of this level cannot even break through its defenses.

"What?!" Atalanta's pupils contracted.

Just as Melosin was about to unleash the light of judgment, Spartacus, who had been blown to pieces just moments before, was reborn once again.

"Love! What a heavy love (attack) this is!"

The purplish-red giant roared and, ignoring the threat from the air, charged toward the gates of the Mirenia fortress not far away—the direction where Luo Chen and his companions were.

"Damn it, that madman!" Achilles cursed.

Their mission is to scout and recover Berserkers, not to engage in a decisive battle right now.

However, just as Spartacus was about to charge to the moat...

Bang!

A blue afterimage blocked his path as if it had teleported instantly.

He delivered a simple, unadorned side kick.

"Stop right there."

A cool, clear female voice rang out.

Boom!

Spartacus's massive body, weighing hundreds of kilograms, was sent flying backward by this kick, rolling more than a dozen times on the ground before coming to a stop.

The dust settled.

Artoria held her sword in one hand, wearing a modern blue and white dress, her ponytail swaying gently in the wind.

She stood there, petite in stature, yet no one dared to underestimate her.

"Since you're here, why rush to leave?"

Luo Chen walked slowly out from behind Artoria, his hands in his pockets.

He looked up at Melusin in the sky, then at Achilles and Atalanta in the distance.

"Red team's heroic spirits, is this considered a greeting?"

"Tch, two more."

Achilles stopped, hoisted his spear onto his shoulder, and his expression became somewhat serious.

As a battle-hardened hero, his intuition was screaming alarm bells.

That blonde girl who kicked Berserker away is very strong.

But the man standing behind her... was even more dangerous.

"Hey, handsome guy over there."

Achilles grinned, attempting to probe with words:

"Judging by your attire, you don't seem to be servants of those gloomy magicians from the Black Faction. How about stating your names? I am Achilles, the fastest man."

"name?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly. He didn't deliberately release the aura of the Crimson Dragon, but his natural kingly demeanor made even an unruly hero like Achilles feel a bit of pressure.

"I am Luo Chen. Master of the White Faction."

Luo Chen pointed to Saber beside him:

"This is my knight. As for that grumpy one in the sky..."

"He's the Master's lover!" Melsin shouted in mid-air, then slowly descended, hovering beside Luo Chen and staring intently at Achilles.

"The White Faction?" Atalanta emerged from the forest, her beast ears twitching. "A force I've never heard of. Do you intend to interfere in this Holy Grail War?"

"It's not interference, it's takeover."

Luo Chen took a step forward.

A terrifying sense of oppression swept over everyone present.

Achilles' smile vanished.

He felt his proud "immortality" trembling in the face of this man.

There was something inside that man's body... an aura of "fantasy species" that was even more ancient and pure than that of the Greek gods.

"Rider! Retreat!"

Atalanta made a decisive decision.

That fairy knight in the sky was already difficult to deal with, and now there are two more unfathomable guys on the ground.

Add to that the uncontrollable Berserker, and continuing the fight will only result in total annihilation.

"Tsk, I'd really like to spar with that blonde Saber..."

Achilles glanced at Artoria and shook his head with some regret. "But Big Sister is right, the current situation is not good for us."

"Hey! You big guy!"

Achilles flashed and instantly appeared behind the still-dazed Spartacus, grabbing his ankle.

"Let's go home for dinner!"

"No! The oppressor is right before my eyes! Pain..."

"Shut up!"

Achilles burst into full speed, dragging Spartacus along, transforming into a green whirlwind and disappearing into the distance.

Atalanta cautiously retreated into the forest, giving Luo Chen a deep look before leaving.

"Trying to run away?"

Melusin's arm armor transformed again, just as she was about to give chase.

"Forget it, Melosin. That guy is Achilles, the fastest hero in Greece. If he wants to run, it'll be hard for you to stop him in his current form. Besides..."

Luo Chen glanced at a certain direction in the distant night sky:

"The Red Team's air fortress hasn't been revealed yet. Exposing too many of their trump cards now will scare the Empress into not daring to leave her home."

"Tch, they got off too easy."

Melusin pouted, retracted her light wings, and obediently landed back beside Luo Chen, then hugged his arm and rubbed against him.

"Master, did I do well just now? That fat guy (Spartacus) was disgusting, I need to take a bath."

"Good performance."

Luo Chen patted her head, then looked at Artoria:

"Saber, that was a beautiful kick."

"It was just using their strength against them." Artoria modestly sheathed her sword, but a hint of excitement shone in her eyes. "That green-haired guy (Achilles) is very strong. If we were to fight him head-on, it would be a tough battle."

"Don't worry, there will be opportunities."

Luo Chen turned and walked towards the castle gate.

At this moment, the Servants and Masters of the Black faction were standing at the door, staring in disbelief at this scene.

In just a few minutes of fighting, three key players of the red team were forced to retreat.

Is this the true value of the "White Faction"?