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

The underground alchemy workshop in the fortress of Mirenia.

After defeating the Red Team's Servants, Luo Chen led Morgan and Meloshen deeper into the territory.

The space ahead suddenly opened up, and a huge, unfinished bronze giant stood in the center of the workshop.

At the giant's feet, two figures, one old and one young, gazed up at it with fascination.

The Black Caster, Avisbro, and his Master, Roger.

"Perfect...too perfect. Once we have the core, this will be the original human (Adam) that only existed in our ideals..."

Avisbro wore a mask devoid of expression, yet his voice was filled with fanaticism.

"It's really ugly."

A cold female voice abruptly interrupted the master and apprentice's self-absorbed reverie.

Avisbro turned his head sharply and saw Morgan standing at the entrance of the workshop, who had appeared out of nowhere.

The fairy queen wasn't wearing a protective suit; the magical turbulence here felt like a gentle breeze to her.

She covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"This is what you call a 'treasure weapon'?"

Morgan pointed to the bronze giant, his tone sarcastic:

"Rough materials, inferior magic conduction circuits, and this aesthetically unappealing design... Are you playing with clay? Kabbalah magicians."

"What do you know!"

Young and hot-blooded Roger instantly flew into a rage; he wouldn't allow anyone to insult his teacher's masterpiece.

"This is the culmination of the teacher's life's work! It's the core of a furnace destined to become 'King'! You, an outsider..."

"Rocher, step back."

Avisbro raised his hand to stop his Master. He looked at Morgan, his eyes behind the mask growing serious:

"Your Excellency... are you the witch who easily dismantled the castle's barrier? Although your magic is powerful, I have my own confidence in the field of golem creation."

"confidence?"

Morgan gave a cold laugh.

She released Luo Chen's hand and walked gracefully to the enormous bronze giant.

Slender fingers gently touched the giant's leg armor.

"Look here, there's a delay in the connection of the magic nodes."

"Look here, the material composition is so poor that it can't even withstand the impact of a Noble Phantasm of rank A or higher."

"The most ridiculous thing is this core concept..."

Morgan turned around, her red eyes fixed on Avisbro:

"You want to use the 'hearth' to power it and make it multiply indefinitely? Good idea, but your spell is too outdated. Once activated, this thing will not only devour the surrounding magic, but it may even self-destruct due to overload."

"How is this possible..." Avisbro's body trembled slightly. "My calculations were perfect..."

"In the eyes of fairies, the 'perfection' of humans is full of flaws."

Morgan snapped his fingers.

Om-!

Several dark blue runes appeared out of thin air and entered the bronze giant's body.

The once silent giant suddenly trembled, its bronze color instantly deepening, and a more fluid and powerful surge of magical energy emanated from its body.

"I've slightly 'corrected' the loop for you."

Morgan clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant:

"The conductivity has increased by 300%. You're welcome. I just can't stand how ugly this thing is; it lowers the standard of my husband's camp."

Dead silence.

Avisbro stared at the wildly fluctuating numbers on the data panel, his mouth agape beneath his mask, unable to close for a long time.

Just a snap of his fingers... surpassed his years of hard work?

Is this the realm of a divine magician... no, a ruler-level being?

"Thank you for your guidance."

Avisbro lowered his head, his tone no longer arrogant, but filled with reverence for the truth.

Luo Chen nodded in satisfaction as he watched this scene.

The best way to win over technical personnel is to overwhelm them with technical skills.

"Caster," Luo Chen said.

"Yes." Avisbro turned around respectfully.

"Your Noble Phantasm, [Crown of Wisdom] (Golem Keter Malkuth), requires a core to activate, right?"

Luo Chen remembered that in the original story, this guy was willing to sacrifice his Master, Luo Xie, in order to activate his Noble Phantasm.

"Yes... originally it required a magic source of extremely high purity, or..." Avisbro hesitated for a moment.

"There's no need for that."

A flash of light appeared in Luo Chen's hand, and he tossed a crystal that emitted a crimson glow over.

That was a high-concentration magic crystal he refined using the system after killing the Great Sea Demon in the previous world. Although it couldn't compare to the Holy Grail, it was more than enough to power a golem.

Use this.

Luo Chen said calmly:

"Don't even think about messing with your own Master. In my camp, there are no idiots who betray their teammates."

"Now that you've joined the White faction, I'll take care of your mana supply. You only need to do one thing—build the strongest army and then crush the Red faction."

Avisbro caught the scalding crystal, feeling the vast magical power within it, his body trembling violently.

It was a trembling of excitement.

"This is... such pure magic... With this, my dream..."

He suddenly knelt on one knee and performed the highest form of respect towards Luo Chen:

"As you command, my king! Avisbroun is willing to offer you the glory of the 'Primordial Ones'!"

Get it done.

Luo Chen turned and left.

Compared to the traitor in the original story, the current Avisbro has been completely subdued by him.

Back on the ground.

In the hall, Artoria and Jeanne were sitting together drinking tea.

Although the two look very similar, their temperaments are completely different.

Saber was enjoying her tea and snacks with a serious expression, while Joan of Arc seemed rather restless.

Because Melusin was on the chandelier, staring intently at her, as if guarding against her sneaking into her home.

"You're back?" Artoria put down her teacup. "The Black Faction's Rider (Astolfo) came to see you earlier, saying he wanted to take you to see his griffin."

"That cross-dresser?"

Luo Chen smiled. "Perfect timing. I also want to check out the Black team's air combat capabilities. The Red team's Sky Garden is a big problem. Although Melusin can fight alone, she will be tied down."

"I'll go too."

Joan of Arc immediately stood up, her face radiating righteousness:

"As the adjudicator, I have a duty to verify the mental state of the Black faction's Servants! That Rider... he's too unpredictable; I'm afraid he'll corrupt you!"

"Leading them astray?"

Morgan walked up from behind and gave Joan of Arc a cold glance:

"Little saint, are you questioning whether my husband would be seduced by a man in a skirt?"

"Or... are you just making excuses to be alone with my husband?"

"I...I didn't!" Joan of Arc's face flushed crimson, her grip on the flagpole nearly buckling. "I was just...doing my duty!"

"Alright, alright."

Luo Chen skillfully smoothed things over, pulling Joan of Arc up with one hand and taking Morgan's arm with the other:

"Let's go together then. Anyway, we don't have anything planned for tonight, so let's just treat it as a pre-battle relaxation."