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

As night faded from the sky above Koma-no-Kara, the first rays of dawn shone through the enormous French windows of the Fairy Palace, illuminating the soft Persian carpet in the lobby on the first floor.

When Luo Chen pushed open the mahogany door and walked in with Artoria and Scáthach, the mansion still maintained that reassuring tranquility.

The air was no longer filled with the mixed scents of demons and fallen angels from outside; instead, it was filled with Tiamat's faint, warm ocean fragrance, like the origin of life itself.

"You're back?"

On the second-floor landing, Morgan Le Fey was holding a steaming cup of black tea.

Today she wore a deep purple silk robe, and her long, silvery-white hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

She looked down at Luo Chen, then glanced at Scáthach, who was following behind looking refreshed, and a faint hum of approval appeared on her lips.

"You took so long to deal with a few black crows. I thought you got lost in that dilapidated church."

"It only took a little time to clean the filth from the ley lines."

Luo Chen casually took off his black trench coat and tossed it to the puppet beside him, then strode over to the sofa.

On that large sofa, Elsa, the little nun who had just been rescued, was curled up in the corner, fast asleep.

She was covered with a thick blanket, while Tiamat (Larva) sat barefoot on the carpet, her head resting on the edge of the sofa like a large feline guarding its cubs, her pinkish-purple cross-shaped eyes blinking between sleep and wakefulness.

Seemingly sensing Luo Chen's approach, Tiamat raised her head, let out a soft "Aaa~", and then very naturally stretched out her hands to hug Luo Chen's thigh.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mom."

Luo Chen chuckled and gently rubbed her large, curved horns, then sat down on the single sofa next to her, sinking into the soft backrest.

"The child is sleeping soundly. He looks exhausted."

Artoria walked to the sofa and looked at Aisha's face, which still showed a hint of unease even in her sleep. A trace of pity flashed in her emerald eyes.

"In this world divided between demons and fallen angels, ordinary people who possess divine artifacts but have no means of self-defense are like lambs caught in a pack of wolves."

"So she's in my sheepfold now. If any wolf dares to extend a claw, I'll chop it off along with its head."

Luo Chen closed his eyes, feeling the smooth and vast operation of the [Third Star Particle Body] within his body, which was as stable as the universe. His tone was domineering and matter-of-fact.

……

A few hours later, as the first rays of sunlight fully illuminated the streets of Komao Town, the kitchen of the Fairy Palace echoed with the clatter of pots and pans.

"Woof! Good morning, everyone!"

Tamamo Cat's fox ears stood up proudly as she glided out of the kitchen carrying two enormous trays.

"Today's specials are the 'Golden Omelet to Banish the Gloom' and the 'Warcraft Meat Steak Special Sandwich'! Please enjoy!"

The aroma of the food instantly awakened the entire mansion.

"Meat! It tastes like meat!"

Mordred was the first to rush downstairs. Without even changing out of her pajamas, she plopped down at the dining table, grabbed a sandwich, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Jeanne Alter and Ishtar followed closely behind, still bickering over who should go down the stairs first.

On the sofa in the living room, Elsa was also awakened by the alluring fragrance.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw the extremely luxurious decorations around her, and the stunningly beautiful girls sitting at the dining table with goddess-like looks and demeanor, the little nun's brain briefly went blank.

"Am I...am I in heaven?"

Elsa murmured to herself, subconsciously touching the cross on her chest.

"There's no such delicious grilled meat in heaven."

Luo Chen walked over with a cup of black coffee and casually placed a plate of sliced ​​fried eggs and warm milk on the coffee table in front of Aisha.

"Eat something when you wake up. After you eat, take a shower; it's time to change out of this tattered nun's habit."

"Lord Luo Chen!"

Aisha suddenly came to her senses and remembered the man who had descended like a god last night and instantly annihilated the fallen angel.

She hurriedly tried to stand up and bow, but Luo Chen pressed her shoulder down.

"I don't need these empty formalities."

Luo Chen pointed to the food on the plate.

"Eat it while it's hot. If you can't finish it, that little glutton (referring to Melusin) next to you will come and snatch it."

"Um... thank you!"

Elsa was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes.

She carefully picked up the fork and took a bite of the omelet.

In an instant, the rich and savory aroma of ingredients infused with high-level magical energy exploded in her mouth.

For her, who grew up eating cold, hard, and coarse grains in church, this was a delicacy on a completely different level.

"It's so...so delicious..."

As Elsa ate, tears streamed down her face.

"Hey, newbie."

Jeanne Alter walked over with a cup of black tea, looking down at the little nun who was crying her eyes out.

Although her eyes still held a haughty air, she still pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and roughly stuffed it into Aisha's arms.

"Stop crying, it's like we've bullied you. Hurry up and eat, then go help water the flowers in the backyard. We don't keep idlers here."

"Yes! I will work hard!"

Elsa quickly wiped away her tears and nodded vigorously.

Looking at this silver-haired woman who, though fierce on the outside, was actually very kind-hearted, Aisha felt a warmth she had never felt before.

In this place called Fairy Palace, it seemed that true "salvation" was closer than the church she had believed in her whole life.

……

10:00 AM.

When the women finished breakfast and started looking for their own fun (for example, Xiao Mo and Mei Luxin started another round of battle in front of the game console).

An uninvited guest arrived outside the heavy, ornate iron gate of the Fairy Palace.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat, with short black hair and a bit of stubble on his chin.

His eyes were deep and weathered, and he exuded an extremely decadent adult male aura.

However, if you perceive it carefully, you can discover that his body contains a vast mixture of light and darkness, like an abyss.

The governor of the fallen angels—Azazel.

At this moment, one of the three giants who stands at the pinnacle of the High School DxD world is standing outside the Fairy Palace's barrier, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Gurgle..."

Asahiel swallowed hard, looking up at the enormous mansion that hadn't existed last night but had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the hills behind Kuoh Town.

As a fanatic researching divine artifacts, his perception far surpasses that of ordinary people.

In his eyes, this mansion was not a building at all, but an "absolute domain" forcibly distorted by some kind of higher-dimensional rules.

The eerie blue magical lines (fairy script) surrounding the mansion each contained a terrifying concept capable of instantly shredding him, the fallen angel governor, into pieces.

"The information that little girl Rias sent back was actually true..."

Azazel gave a wry smile, carrying two extremely heavy-looking suitcases.

Last night, when he learned that Rena and the others' stronghold in Kuoh Town had been instantly wiped out and that the Red Dragon Emperor's soul had been swallowed alive, he was completely stunned.

As the supreme leader of the fallen angels, he should have been furious and ordered a punitive expedition.

But when he tried to use his Detective Magic to check on the situation in Kuoh Town, the terrifying dragon's might, belonging to the [Three-Digit Little Garden], which pressed down from the magical network, caused him to vomit a mouthful of blood in the Governor's Mansion.

At that moment, Azazel understood a cruel truth—

This suddenly appearing force was something that these so-called mythical creatures simply could not contend with.

If the other side wants, they can erase the headquarters of the fallen angels, along with the entire underworld, from the map at any time.

In order to understand the other party's intentions and to quell any potential anger they might have.

This usually carefree governor, for the first time ever, put on a formal suit and personally came to apologize.

"Phew... I hope the person inside has a better temper."

Azazel straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

Click.

Unexpectedly, the door did not slowly open, but disappeared right in front of him.

Or rather, the space has been folded.

One second he was outside the door, and the next he was standing in the center of a spacious, bright, luxurious hall covered with Persian carpets.

"This mastery of spatial magic..."

Azazel felt a chill run down his spine.

"Oh, it seems we have a very important guest here."

A slightly mocking voice came from the direction of the sofa.

Asahiel looked up, his gaze instantly stunned by the sight in the hall.

On the sofa to the left, a beautiful woman with long, purplish-red hair (Scáthach) is wiping two red guns that exude an aura of death.

In the right corner, a blonde, blue-eyed knight king (Saber) is earnestly enjoying a strawberry cake.

On the second floor, by the railing, a black-clad queen (Morgan) exuding an aura of nobility and ruthlessness looked down at him with the eyes of someone looking at an ant.

Every single one of them! The magical energy emanating from every woman present made this fallen angel governor feel suffocated!

Right in the center of this group of monsters, a man in a black shirt with starlight-like, crimson-gold vertical pupils leaned back on the sofa, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Azazel, the governor of the fallen angels."

Luo Chen did not get up, but simply raised his chin slightly.

"Your nose is quite sharp. I just got rid of those unruly crows, and you've already followed the scent to my door. What, are you here to confront me?"

"No, no, no! You've misunderstood!"

Asahiel is also a flexible and adaptable person.

He decisively cast aside the arrogance that belonged to the governor, respectfully placed the two heavy suitcases he was carrying on the coffee table, and then opened them.

Whoosh—!

The moment the box was opened, the dazzling light almost blinded Ishtar, who was playing a game nearby.

The box on the left is filled with high-purity magic crystals, rare deep-sea pearls, and various divine metal ores that are hard to find elsewhere.

In the box on the right, several unawakened prototypes of [Artifacts], radiating powerful energy, lay quietly.

"This is an apology."

Asaher smiled and spoke with utmost sincerity.

"Those fools, Renare, acted without authorization and angered Your Majesty; they deserved to die. As the administrator of the fallen angels, I failed in my duty to manage them and should bear the responsibility."

"This is a small token of our appreciation from the Grigori organization. We hope you will be magnanimous and not let a few flies affect your opinion of us."

"Oh?"

Luo Chen glanced at the contents of the box, a playful smile curving his lips.

He knew, of course, that Azazel was a pragmatist, but the speed at which the other man slid down to his knees still took him slightly by surprise.

Wow! It's a gemstone!

Ishtar rushed over in one stride, her eyes shining as she reached into the box on the left, grabbed a handful of magic crystals, and excitedly rubbed them together.

"While its quality isn't quite up to par with the legendary items, it's still a decent piece of hard currency! Luo Chen, Luo Chen! This uncle's pretty savvy!"

"Ahem... I'm glad this beautiful goddess likes it."

Asahiel wiped his sweat, but his heart was bleeding.

This is his most treasured possession, which he's kept hidden away for years.

"I've accepted the gifts."

Luo Chen waved his hand, and the system space automatically swallowed the two boxes.

He looked at Azazel, his vertical pupils slightly contracting, and an invisible pressure instantly made the air in the hall heavy:

"However, Azazel, you should know that I not only killed your subordinates, but my man (Merusin) also devoured the soul of that so-called 'Red Dragon Emperor' of your land."

"This is tantamount to directly disrupting the balance between your three major factions: demons, angels, and fallen angels."

Aren't you afraid that I'll turn this world upside down?

Faced with Luo Chen's undisguised domineering and probing, Azazel took a deep breath.

He knew that his next answer would determine the fate of the entire fallen angel faction.

"Balance is meant to be broken."

Azazel raised his head, a glint of wisdom flashing in his weathered eyes.

"The gods are dead, and this world is already riddled with holes. The so-called balance is nothing more than a false peace maintained by us, the remnants of the old regime, out of mutual fear."

"Your arrival, while exceeding everyone's expectations, seems to me..."

Asashelton paused, his tone becoming extremely serious:

"Rather than letting this world slowly decay in endless internal strife, it would be better to welcome a 'new king' who can rule everything with absolute power."

"The Fallen Angels camp has no intention of being your enemy."

"If you have any needs, whether it be intelligence, technology, or knowledge of the world, I, Azazel, am willing to serve you."

This is a form of disguised submission.

One of the giants of the three major powers chose to bow down completely in front of Luo Chen.

"The wise old crow."

Luo Chen smiled.

His imposing aura vanished instantly, and the air in the hall began to circulate again.

"Since you're so pragmatic, I'll reassure you as well."

Luo Chen leaned back on the sofa, his tone becoming languid.

"I didn't come to this world to destroy it. I'm just bringing my family here for a long vacation. As long as you don't disturb my daily life or provoke my people, I don't care how these three forces fight each other to the death."

"But what if someone's blind..."

Luo Chen didn't continue speaking, but Azazel already felt a chill that pierced his soul.

"I understand. I will convey your will to the other two factions."

Asahiel bowed deeply, preparing to take his leave.

All he wanted to do was get out of this monster-filled place as soon as possible and go back to have a strong drink to calm his nerves.

However, in the instant he turned around...

Om-! ! !

An extremely abrupt burst of fiery magic, filled with arrogance and rage, suddenly erupted above the Fairy Palace.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely arrogant young male voice, amplified by magic, echoed throughout the entire town of Kuoh:

"Rias Gremory! My dearest fiancée!"

"I've come to pick you up!"

"And that ignorant outsider on this mountain who dared to seize Gimori's territory! Get out here and face your death!"

"The flames of the Phoenix family will burn you to ashes!"

Inside the lobby.

Azazel froze in his tracks.

His expression was as if he had seen someone carrying a gasoline can and jumping into the crater.

"Rice Phoenix...that idiot roast chicken whose brain is only filled with women..."

Azazel roared inwardly, "If you want to die, don't drag the entire underworld down with you!!!"

Luo Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly put down his coffee cup.

His eyes held no anger, only a calm as if he were looking at a dead object.

"It seems..."

Luo Chen stood up, his black trench coat fluttering even without wind due to the surge of magic.

He glanced at Scáthach, Morgan, and the others beside him who had also stopped moving.

"Someone doesn't want us to have a proper vacation."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Luo Chen's lips:

"Xiao Mo, Mei Luxin."

"Here! Father/Master!"

"Go and shoot that noisy roast turkey down."

"Remember, leave yourself a breath."

Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils flashed with extreme brutality:

"I want him to know that flying recklessly in my airspace comes at a price."