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

Fuyuki City, the fairy leaves the palace.

As the heavy mahogany doors of the hall were pushed open, a rich aroma of creamy stew wafted out.

Luo Chen stepped into the hall first, followed by Mordred, who carried a heavy sword on his shoulder.

In the other hand of this rebellious knight, he was carrying the completely unconscious Genova and Irina as if they were two tattered sacks, one on each side.

"Dad, where do we put these two nuns?"

Mordred tossed the two of them onto the carpet with a "thud" like throwing a package, then shook his hand dismissively.

"It's not that it's heavy, it's just that the stiff smell that's common in churches makes me really uncomfortable."

"Just throw it into any empty room."

Luo Chen changed into slippers and casually tossed the "holy sword scrap" that he had confiscated from the church duo into the trash can.

"Lord Luo Chen, you're back!"

Hearing the noise in the entryway, Aisha Argento, dressed in a white nun's habit and an apron, ran out of the kitchen.

The lost nun, who had just been rescued from the clutches of the fallen angels by Luo Chen a few days ago, no longer showed the bewilderment and fear she once had. Instead, she exuded a tranquility and clarity from the bottom of her heart.

However, when her gaze fell on the two unconscious girls on the carpet, Aisha was stunned.

"This...this is the Holy Sword Wielder of the Church?"

Elsa covered her mouth, a hint of surprise flashing in her emerald eyes.

As a former saint, she naturally recognized these two elites who were renowned within the church.

"How did they become like this? There are no external injuries on their bodies, but the fluctuations of their souls are as weak as stagnant water..."

"Because their faith in the 'sky' has collapsed."

Luo Chen walked to the sofa and sat down. He picked up an apple from the coffee table, took a bite, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were simply stating the weather.

"I simply took pity on them and told them the truth that 'God is dead.' And then, these two hothouse flowers just shut down."

"God...is dead..."

When Aisha heard this shocking secret, her body trembled slightly.

If she had heard this before meeting Luo Chen, her worldview would probably have collapsed instantly, just like these two.

But now, she simply took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the dark-haired man sitting on the sofa.

In this Western-style mansion where even the Mother Goddess of Creation can be kept as a pet, the so-called "fall of a god" doesn't seem like such an unacceptable thing.

After all, her current "god" is sitting right in front of her.

"Lord Luo Chen, could you leave these two to my care?"

Aisha crouched down, looking at Genova and Irina's pale, desperate sleeping faces, a gentle pity rising in her eyes.

"They, like me, are pitiful people bound by false faith. I want... when they wake up, to tell them about the warmth in this mansion. To tell them that even without that ethereal god in the sky, humanity can still find its own salvation."

Looking at the girl in front of him, who not only hadn't turned evil but was instead radiating a truly saintly, all-encompassing light, Luo Chen raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.

"Suit yourself. Since I'm handing this over to you, consider it as finding you two maids to keep you entertained. If they cause trouble when they wake up, just have Xiao Mo break their legs."

"Leave it to me!"

Mordred cracked his knuckles as he stood to the side, revealing a sinister grin that exuded the air of a villain.

"Alright, the housework is done."

Luo Chen precisely tossed the leftover apple core into the trash can, his crimson-gold vertical pupils narrowing slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the mansion, locking onto a location tens of kilometers away.

"Next, I need to deal with that noisy flock of crows outside."

"crow?"

On the second-floor landing, Scáthach held a glass of red wine, looking down at the hall.

Today she changed into a deep V-neck tactical leather jacket in purple and black, which perfectly accentuated her stunning figure.

A dangerous glint flashed in his wine-red eyes.

"Is it that fallen angel with ten wings, leading a horde of low-level demons and mutated beasts as they gather towards Kuoh Town School?"

"Kokabiel".

Luo Chen read the name aloud.

"A high-ranking member of the Fallen Angels faction. A madman who, dissatisfied with the current peace, attempts to reignite the three-way war by seizing the Holy Sword and destroying the Gremory family's territory."

"Start a war? With magic that weakling who's not even as good as a third-rate god?"

Morgan le Fay also came out of his study.

She toyed with a jet-black magic folding fan in her hand, a cold, extremely disdainful smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"In Britain, such a scoundrel who only schemes and plots behind people's backs doesn't even deserve my attention. Arthur, is this kind of prey worth our entire force?"

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Besides, this is a rare opportunity for post-meal exercise to aid digestion."

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

He looked around at the eager Servants, and the smile on his lips became unrestrained and arrogant.

"He's causing trouble on my turf. If I only send one or two people, wouldn't it make me, as the host, seem too unfriendly?"

"I want the entire underworld and heaven to see this clearly."

"If you anger me, the consequences will be far more severe than just 'death'."

"Saber, The Lion King, Scáthach, Mordred, Meloshen."

With each name Luo Chen uttered, the oppressive force in the hall increased exponentially until even the space itself began to groan under the strain.

"Take your weapons."

"Tonight, we're going to tear down the school."

……

Meanwhile, in Kooh Town, at Kooh Academy.

Under the cover of night, the campus was completely sealed off by a dark red barrier.

The playground, once filled with the laughter of students, has now been completely destroyed.

The ground was covered with huge craters and charred marks, and the three-headed, mountain-sized mutated hellhound (Cerberus) was drooling foul-smelling saliva and letting out a chilling roar.

"Hoo... Haa..."

Rias Gremory knelt before the dilapidated school building, her signature red hair now covered in dust and blood.

She was panting heavily, and the destructive magic in her hands had weakened to the point of being almost invisible.

Beside her, Akeno Himejima, Yuto Kiba, and Koneko Toujou were also covered in injuries, and they barely managed to stay upright by supporting each other.

It was too tragic.

After losing Hyoudou Issei, a variable who possessed the God Destroyer Gear, Gremory's Familia's fighting strength was greatly reduced.

Faced with the well-prepared fallen angel executive Kirkbor and the several hellhounds he brought, enhanced by divine artifacts, the group of young demons were utterly powerless to fight back.

"Hahaha! What's wrong, Miss Gremory?! You can't even stand up?!"

In mid-air, Kokober arrogantly spread out the ten black wings on his back.

He looked down at the battered Rias, her gaunt face etched with a morbid fanaticism and ecstasy.

"That coward Sazex, hiding in the underworld like a turtle to maintain this false peace! Today I'm going to kill you right here! Let's see if he can still sit there!"

"You're a madman..."

Rias gritted her teeth and stared intently at him.

"What good will it do you to start a war? The gods are dead. If the three factions go to war now, it will only lead to the complete destruction of this world!"

"The gods are dead?! Hahaha! So you little brat knew this secret too!"

Kokober laughed wildly, his laughter filled with despair and madness.

"Yes! God is dead! The Demon King is dead! What meaning does our existence have if we, beings born for war, cease to fight?!"

"I want war! I want endless slaughter! Only in blood can I feel alive!"

He suddenly waved his hand, pointing to the white-haired priest below who was holding a pile of fragments of the Holy Sword—Barpa Galileo.

He was a mad scientist who was once part of the Church's Inquisition and the mastermind behind the "Holy Sword Project," and Kiba Yuuto's sworn enemy.

"Balpa! Bring out those fused holy swords!"

Kirkbor gave the order with a sinister grin.

"Weapons forged from the resentment of those experimental subjects from back then will shred these demons to pieces!"

"As you wish, Lord Kirkbor."

Balpa let out a sinister laugh.

He held a fusion holy sword that emitted a blinding light in his hand, looking at Kiba Yuuto across from him with eyes blazing with fury, his eyes filled with cruel mockery.

"Come, you failed, flawed product. Let me use this perfect holy sword to send you to meet your pathetic companions!"

"Balpa!!!"

With bloodshot eyes, Kiba Yuuto disregarded his severe injuries and raised his demonic sword, ready to charge forward and fight to the death.

"—This thing cobbled together from garbage dares to call itself 'perfect'?"

Right on the edge of this abyss of despair.

A cold, calm voice, seemingly capable of freezing the entire world, suddenly exploded above the barrier without warning.

Click.

The sound wasn't loud, but what followed was the dark red barrier above, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a high-level demon, instantly becoming covered with countless cracks, like glass struck by a heavy hammer.

Then, to Kirkbor's astonishment...

Boom! ...

The entire barrier shattered with a deafening roar, turning into countless red fragments of light that scattered across the sky.

There was no trace of any magic activation, nor any brilliance of any Noble Phantasm.

It is simply pure, extreme physical destructive power!

A black figure, defying gravity and the conservation of kinetic energy, descended from the sky like a meteor, crashing violently into the center of the playground between Kirkbor and Rias.

The earth trembled, and the violent shockwave instantly knocked the three enormous hellhounds to the ground.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Luo Chen had one hand in his trench coat pocket and casually patted the dust off his shoulder with the other.

He slightly raised his chin, his crimson-gold vertical pupils, like two burning supernovae, coldly locking onto Kirkbor in mid-air.

"Are you the crow that likes to litter in front of other people's houses?"

Luo Chen's voice echoed through the quiet campus, carrying an absolute sense of oppression that sent chills down one's spine.

"Ten wings, they look perfect for grilling. I just wonder if the meat will be too tough."

"Who...who are you?!"

Kokober was forced back several meters by the terrifying pressure, his ten wings flapping uneasily.

As a survivor of the ancient three-way war, his intuition was frantically alarming him.

The aura emanating from the man before them did not belong to any of the categories of demon, angel, or fallen angel.

It was a more ancient, more higher-dimensional kind of terror, as if looking directly at it would lead to being swallowed by the abyss!

"Lord Luo Chen?!"

Rias looked at the broad back that was blocking her way, and her pale face instantly lit up with ecstasy and disbelief.

She never expected that this otherworldly demon king, whom even her own brother feared, would actually take action personally!

"Step back, little girl."

Luo Chen didn't turn around, but simply said something.

"This is none of your business. Go stand over there and don't get splattered with blood."

"How arrogant!"

Father Balpa, standing some distance away, clearly hadn't yet realized the gravity of the situation.

He gripped the "Ultimate Holy Sword," which was fused with multiple fragments, and roared madly at Luo Chen.

"No matter who you are! Before the holy light of retribution, all heretics will only be reduced to ashes! Die!"

Balpa raised his holy sword high, and a thick beam of light crashed down towards Luo Chen.

However, Luo Chen didn't even glance at him.

"—To dare to brandish such a crudely made toy in front of your Master is the greatest insult to the weapon 'sword'."

Accompanied by a clear, sweet shout.

A streak of blue and white light descended from the sky in an instant, precisely cutting off Balpa's attack route.

Artoria (Saber) wields an invisible sword, her golden ponytail fluttering in the wind.

She didn't even break the Wind King's barrier; she simply used the whirlwind wrapped around her sword to deliver a backhand downward slash.

clang!!!

The "ultimate weapon" that Balpa regarded as his greatest masterpiece and which incorporated countless fragments of the Holy Sword shattered into countless iron filings the moment it collided with Artoria's Invisible Sword, just like hitting a glass tube of a hydraulic press. It couldn't even last a second and shattered into countless iron filings in the middle!

"Wh...what?!"

Balpa stared blankly at the sword hilt that was now all he had left in his hand, his mind a complete blank.

How is this possible? This is the ultimate weapon, composed of fragments of the Holy Sword! It was destroyed in a single blow…

"A fake is still just a fake."

Artoria looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

"Not only is the material inferior, but even the user's soul is rotten. Someone like you doesn't even deserve to die by my sword."

"Well done, Saber! I'll crush this trash!"

Mordred descended from the sky with a maniacal laugh, his [Radiant King's Sword] crackling with crimson lightning as it mercilessly smashed into the three hellhounds that had just gotten up on the ground.

"—Turn into a dead dog, you son of a bitch!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After three loud bangs, the three hellhounds that had driven Gremory's family to the brink of destruction were chopped into pieces by Mordred like minced meat, their chance of regrouping completely destroyed by Red Lightning.

"This...this is...their strength?"

Kiba Yuto slumped to the ground, staring at the one-sided, overwhelming massacre, forgetting even to breathe.

The nightmare that haunted him his entire life, that invincible holy sword, was as brittle as a piece of paper in front of that blonde girl.

At this moment, in the sky.

Kokober had completely lost his earlier arrogance.

His body was trembling violently, and instinct drove him to want to run away.

But the moment he tried to turn around.

Two purplish-red demonic spears, like the Grim Reaper's scythe slicing through the night sky, pierced his wings precisely from the left and right, pinning him firmly in mid-air!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Kokober let out a piercing scream.

Scáthach strode through the void, walking step by step towards him.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom had a savage glint in her wine-red eyes that would chill even demons to the bone.

She stretched out her slender fingers, grabbed Kokober's hair, and forced him to lower his head and look down at Luo Chen.

"Listen up, you vile crow."

Scáthach's voice was icy and chilling.

"In this universe, the only one qualified to wage war, the only one qualified to grant death, is that man standing there."

"And you..."

Scáthach's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"—He is only fit to be the most inconspicuous wisp of ashes beneath his throne."