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

As the rift in the alternate dimension slowly closed behind them, the oppressive air filled with sulfur and demonic magic was completely shut off.

When Rias Gremory led her retinue—Akino Himejima, Yuuto Kiba, and Koneko Toujou—into the first-floor hall of the Fairy Palace with awe, these demons who once held sway over Kuoh Town even began to breathe cautiously.

"The... the density of magic here..."

Himejima Akeno's pretty face, which always wore a sadistic smile, turned slightly pale at this moment.

She looked up at the flowing, deep blue fairy script on the dome of the hall.

As the Thunder Priestess, she could clearly sense the destructive power contained within those words.

Any single character extracted from the text would be enough to raze the entire Gremory family's territory to the ground.

"Don't look around like some country bumpkin who's never seen the world."

Morgan le Fay casually handed the black magic umbrella to the approaching puppet, his ruby-like eyes coldly sweeping over the new "vassals."

"Since Arthur has mercifully accepted you, from this day forward, you will be the lowest-ranking servants in this palace. The private areas above the second floor are strictly off-limits without permission. If you dare to trespass..."

Morgan's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"I wouldn't mind cutting you into pieces and feeding you to the monsters in the backyard."

"Yes...we understand, Your Majesty Morgan."

Rias bit her lower lip hard and bowed deeply.

As a once high and mighty pure-blooded demon princess, now living under someone else's roof, she felt not much humiliation, but rather a sense of relief and ease.

Having witnessed that one-sided massacre that ended in twenty-seven seconds, and Luo Chen's arrogant declaration that silenced the entire Underworld, Rias knew very well that being able to stand under this lord's roof was already a blessing that the entire Gremory family had accumulated over several lifetimes.

"Alright, Morgan, stop scaring them."

Luo Chen took off his trench coat, casually ruffled Larva's long, silver-blue hair as she leaned closer, and then sat down on the leather sofa in the living room.

He pointed to a long dining table not far away, which was already filled with an abundance of exquisite delicacies.

"Woof! The victory celebration is ready!"

Tamamo Cat, wearing a chef's hat, proudly waved the soup ladle in its hand.

"Today, to celebrate my master's bloodless conquest of the Underworld, I've specially prepared the 'Red Dragon's Beloved Divine Seafood Wellington Steak Deluxe Set Meal'! All the ingredients are top-quality, nurtured with the finest star magic! Come and feast!"

"Meat!!!"

Mordred and Artoria (Saber)'s eyes lit up at the same time, and the two figures instantly turned into afterimages, rushing directly to the dining table.

"Hey! Father! That biggest piece of meat with bone is mine! I've been holding in a ton of anger all day with nowhere to vent it!"

"As a knight, it is impolite to snatch food from the table, Lord Mordred. Therefore, this piece of meat is mine."

Seeing the father and son who instantly abandoned their dignity as "kings and knights" for the sake of rice, Luo Chen smiled helplessly.

He turned to look at Rias and the others who were still standing awkwardly in the hall.

"Sit down and eat with us. Here, there aren't so many rules about nobles and commoners; just don't waste food."

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Luo Chen."

Lia and her retinue sat down at the end of the table, feeling flattered.

Tacheng Cat's previously expressionless face suddenly perked up its two invisible cat ears when it saw the plate of grilled fish emitting an amazing aroma. The action of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard by Muchang next to it.

The banquet proceeded in an eerie yet lively atmosphere.

"Hmm...this taste..."

Kiba Yuto cut off a small piece of beef and put it in his mouth. The moment he chewed, he froze.

It's not just about the ultimate enjoyment of taste.

As the juices burst in his mouth, an extremely pure and vast magical power flowed directly down his esophagus into his limbs and bones.

His magic circuits, which had suffered hidden injuries from numerous battles, began to repair themselves rapidly under the influence of this magical power!

"What kind of food is this...? It's a hundred times more effective than the best recovery potions in the underworld..."

Just as Kiba Yuto was secretly shocked, his gaze inadvertently swept over Artoria, who was sitting diagonally opposite him.

To be precise, it swept over the invisible sword that Artoria had placed beside the dining table, which was enveloped in the [Wind King Barrier].

For some reason, as a swordsman who possesses the artifact "Creation of the Demon Sword" in this Holy Grail War (High School DxD worldview), Kiba Yuuto's perception of swords is extremely acute.

He could clearly sense that the invisible sword contained a kind of "holiness and nobility" that made his soul tremble, yet also made him instinctively yearn for it.

That light seemed capable of dispelling all the gloom and evil in the world.

"Um... if I may ask a question..."

Unable to contain his curiosity, Kiba Yuuto put down his knife and fork and asked Artoria with utmost respect.

"My lord, may I ask if the sword in your hand... is it the Holy Sword?"

When the words "Holy Sword" were mentioned, an uncontrollable flash of pain and hatred appeared deep in Kiba Yuto's eyes.

He was a victim of the Church's "Sword Project," and his companions all died in that cruel experiment.

Therefore, he harbors a deep-seated hatred for the "Holy Sword (Excalibur)" of this world.

But at this moment he discovered that the sword in Artoria's hand was fundamentally different from the so-called "fragments of the holy sword" he knew.

"Um?"

Artoria swallowed the food in her mouth and elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin.

She glanced at Kiba, her clear, emerald-green eyes seeming to see through the wounds in the boy's heart.

"Are you interested in this sword?"

"Yes... because I was once destroyed by something called 'Excalibur'."

Kiba Yuto gritted his teeth, his voice low and menacing.

"Excalibur?"

Upon hearing this word, Artoria paused for a moment, then her brows furrowed slightly.

She turned to look at Luo Chen, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Don't try to extort money from the scrap metal of your world."

Luo Chen held a glass of red wine, leaned back in his chair leisurely, and revealed an undisguised contempt in his crimson-gold vertical pupils.

"Kiba Yuto, I know your past. Those so-called 'holy swords' that you hate are nothing more than imitations forged by the dead biblical god of your world using some inferior scraps."

"It's not even a replica; at best, it's just a defective product that breaks into several pieces and requires humans to adapt to it."

Luo Chen raised his hand and pointed to the invisible sword beside Artoria.

"And the weapon in her hand is a genuine star-made weapon."

"It is the true Excalibur, forged by the planet to defend against external enemies, embodying all of humanity's hopes and brilliance."

"No weapon in this world is worthy of sharing this name with it."

This extremely arrogant declaration left Yuto Kiba completely dumbfounded.

Real... star-made weaponry?

So, in these people's eyes, the "holy swords" that caused him unbearable pain and led to the tragic deaths of his companions were just a bunch of inferior, defective products?

"I see……"

Kiba Yuto lowered his head, looking at his hands. The gloom and hatred that had lingered in his eyes for many years suddenly began to loosen at this moment.

If those were just fakes, then what was the purpose of his revenge all this time?

"Don't overthink it, kid."

Scáthach swirled the wine glass in her hand, her long, purplish-red hair gleaming eerily under the light.

"If you feel resentful, you can go and chop up those guys who flaunt fake goods in the streets when you have the chance in the future."

"In the face of absolute martial skill, any weapon is nothing more than a tool."

"I understand... Thank you for your guidance, sirs."

Kiba Yuto took a deep breath, and most of the confusion in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a purer swordsman's spirit.

……

The dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere, with everyone enjoying their meal.

Lia and her family members very tactfully took on the tasks of clearing the table and washing the dishes.

Although they were demons, even doing odd jobs in the fairy palace was a rare kind of peace and quiet.

Luo Chen, under the intense gazes of Morgan, Scáthach, and Artoria, slowly walked up to the third floor.

"Master."

As soon as she stepped into the master bedroom, Artoria closed the heavy oak door behind her.

This usually serious knight king's cheeks were as red as a ripe apple at this moment.

Instead of wearing the blue and white battle dress, she changed into an extremely form-fitting pure white silk nightgown, revealing her slender waist and straight legs.

She walked up to Luo Chen, lowered her head slightly, and spoke in a voice barely audible, but the ahoge (cowlick) on her head tensed up into a question mark.

"In the alternate dimension of the underworld... you said that as long as we win, there will be a 'reward'."

"Although that battle wasn't even a warm-up for me... the knight's contract cannot be broken."

"So... I've come to claim my reward."

"Heh, what a stubborn knight."

Scáthach came over from the other side.

She was dressed even more extravagantly today, in a deep purple, high-slit lace nightgown that almost completely revealed her perfectly mature curves, honed by mythology.

She stretched out her long, slender, fair arms and wrapped them around Luo Chen's neck from behind, her full chest pressed tightly against his back, her red lips close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Although I'm not as bound by rules as this little girl... I genuinely and effortlessly annihilated most of that demon's retinue."

"Luo Chen, don't think you can just get away with this 'guidance battle' tonight."

Morgan le Fay is the most direct example.

The Fairy Queen didn't even say a word; she went straight to the bedside and lay down lazily on her side.

The black gauze dress slid down her smooth shoulders, and her ruby ​​eyes, which seemed to be able to suck away one's soul, quietly watched Luo Chen, her fingertips lightly tapping twice on the mattress.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—enough with the nonsense, come on up and pay your taxes.

Looking at the three queens and knights before him, who were capable of stirring up bloodshed in their respective mythologies, he saw them lining up in his bedroom like lambs to the slaughter (or rather, hungry lionesses).

At this moment, the [100% Crimson Dragon Body] within Luo Chen's body completely boiled over.

As a master of three-digit domains in the Sandbox Garden, his physical strength and energy are virtually limitless.

He naturally wouldn't be stingy with his generosity towards these three meritorious generals.

"Since you guys are so motivated..."

Luo Chen casually ripped off his tie and unbuttoned his black shirt one button at a time, revealing a muscular chest that was as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture and radiated intense heat.

His crimson-gold vertical pupils burned with an extremely aggressive flame, an absolute masculine hormone capable of instantly subduing any woman.

"Then tonight, I will conduct an 'in-depth inspection' of each of you."

"Lia, you go first."

"Master, Morgan. You two, stand in line over there."

Luo Chen grabbed Artoria's waist and scooped the still shy knight king up in his arms, striding towards the large velvet bed.

"If I don't completely 'drain' you, it seems you won't know who the real king is in this house."

"ah!"

With a shy gasp, the heavy curtains slowly fell.

Under the cover of the highest level of silence barrier, a "hand-to-hand combat training battle" that lasted all night and was comparable in intensity to a mythological war was launched in a grand manner on the third floor of the Fairy Palace.

……

The next day, at noon.

The blinding sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

On the large bed, three arrogant female Servants were entangled together without any regard for their image, sleeping soundly.

Artoria, tears still clinging to her eyes, clutched a pillow tightly.

Scáthach's once-proud stamina was completely exhausted, and her long, slender legs were draped outside the blankets without any protection.

Morgan clutched Luo Chen's clothes tightly, even in her sleep she subconsciously wanted to hold onto that burning warmth.

Luo Chen got out of bed, feeling refreshed.

The high-frequency operation of the [Infinite Ether Core] not only made him feel no fatigue, but also made him feel that all the bones in his body were relaxed.

He casually put on a white casual shirt, walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and looked down at the peaceful town of Komao.

"The gentle embrace of the home is wonderful, but it seems there are a few little mice outside who can't resist the temptation."

Luo Chen's crimson-gold eyes narrowed slightly, and his sensory network instantly covered an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

In his field of vision, two extremely faint yet repulsive fluctuations of "pseudo-holiness" were quietly approaching the edge of the town.

……

Meanwhile, on the streets of Komao Town.

Two girls wearing large cloaks were walking hurriedly through the crowd, dragging suitcases.

One of them had short blue hair, sharp and cold eyes, and carried a long, rectangular object wrapped in layers of heavy bandages on his back.

The other one has chestnut brown pigtails, an innocent smile on her face, and a conspicuous cross hanging on her chest.

The messenger of the church.

Irina Wisteria, and the Holy Sword Wielder—Jenova Quata.

"Irina, the air here is really uncomfortable."

Genova frowned, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

"The stench of demons is everywhere. If it weren't for retrieving the stolen fragments of the Excalibur, I wouldn't want to stay a second longer in this heretical place."

"Oh, oh, don't be so serious, Genova."

Ilya smiled and took her companion's arm.

"God will protect us! Besides, I heard that the fallen angel cadre Kirkbor, who stole the fragment of the Holy Sword, is nearby. As long as we get the fragment, we can go back immediately!"

"I hope so."

Genova touched the sealed fragment of the holy sword on his back, his eyes becoming unusually determined.

"That was a miracle given to us by the Lord. No matter what, even if it costs me my life, I will bring it back to the church."

However, just as they were crossing an intersection...

A petite figure wearing a black jacket and sunglasses was swaggering past them, holding an ice cream cone.

"Um?"

Mordred, who was happily eating ice cream, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her emerald green eyes snapped to the side, staring intently at the long, bandaged object behind Genova.

As a Knight of the Round Table, and as Artoria's "offspring".

She has an instinctive connection to the aura of the Holy Sword, ingrained in her DNA.

"What does it taste like...?"

Mordred casually tossed the half-eaten ice cream into the nearby trash can, and his aura instantly underwent a dramatic change.

The delinquent girl who had been loitering on the street had vanished, replaced by a ferocious red dragon baring its fangs.

She walked a few steps in front of Genova, blocking the path of the two nuns.

"Hey, you idiot nun over there."

Mordred stood with his hands in his pockets, chin slightly raised, his fierce eyes coldly looking down at Genova.

"What's that tattered thing you're carrying on your back...?"

"Why does that thing possess a magical quality that makes me feel incredibly nauseous, yet clumsily mimics the smell of 'my father'?"

"Who are you?!"

Genova instantly took a half step back, pulled the weapon from his back to his front, and his eyes were full of hostility.

"This is a sacred relic of the Church! How dare a heretic like you, exuding an aura of tyranny, inquire about it so casually? Get out of my way!"

"A sacred object?"

Mordred laughed in his anger.

The crimson lightning on her body had begun to flicker faintly, the surrounding temperature rose sharply, and even the air crackled with restlessness.

"Stop spouting nonsense, you idiot."

"You dare to spout nonsense in front of me with a piece of broken glass you picked up from who-knows-where garbage dump?"

Mordred slowly drew the [Radiant King Sword] from his waist.

The sword, modified by Alexandre Dumas, let out a roar like that of an ancient beast, and a terrifying heat wave instantly caused pedestrians on the entire street to scatter in terror.

"Today, I'll show you what I'm made of."

"What is the true—[Sword]!"