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

After Fuyuki City's barrier technology was combined with fairy magic, the gates of the Fairy Palace became like an absolute dividing line between common sense and mythology.

With the gate closed, the cool night breeze of Komao Town was completely shut out.

The mansion was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of food, as well as Tiamat's unique, maternal, and cheerful humming.

"My dear husband! Welcome back! Woof!"

Wearing a pink apron and carrying a white porcelain soup bowl larger than her upper body, Tamamo Neko glided steadily out of the kitchen.

The rich seafood broth, infused with the savory aroma of monster meat, instantly filled the entire entryway.

"The midnight snack is a special 'Deep Sea King Soup' and 'Grilled Devil's Horn Pork Chop'! The cat made them right on time, the temperature is just right!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyu."

Luo Chen changed out of his leather shoes and casually tossed the black trench coat, which was slightly damp with the scent of the night wind, to the puppet beside him.

He walked to the dining table and sat down. The coldness in his crimson-gold vertical pupils, which he had displayed when suppressing the White Dragon Emperor on the playground, was gone, replaced by an extreme sense of relaxation and languor.

Mordred was the first to rush to the table. Without even washing his hands, he grabbed a steaming hot pork chop and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling incoherently.

"I'm starving! That ten-winged crow was no match for me; he turned to ash before I even finished warming up! And that white tin man, how dare he provoke Dad? He must be out of his mind!"

"Keep your mouth shut while you eat, Mordred."

Artoria (Saber) sat upright in her chair, holding a knife and fork, and with impeccable and elegant knightly manners, put a slice of meat into her mouth.

Although her movements were slow and methodical, she cleared the plates in front of her three points faster than Mordred.

"As a king, one must never be disrespectful at the table. This piece of meat is cooked perfectly, Tamamo Neko, please give me three more servings."

"A country girl is a country girl. Why should she have to be so particular about etiquette when she's having a late-night snack?"

Jeanne Alter pulled out the chair to Luo Chen's left and sat down, giving Artoria a disdainful look.

She picked up her wine glass, took a sip of the chilled grape juice inside, and then offered a slice of pork chop directly to Luo Chen's lips, her golden eyes glancing slightly to the side.

"Hey, open your mouth. This witch will personally feed you; this is a privilege that others would beg for."

Luo Chen didn't stand on ceremony. He opened his mouth and took a bite of the roasted meat, and then gently bit the tip of Jeanne d'Arc's finger.

"Hmm!"

Jeanne d'Arc in Black withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, her cheeks instantly turning bright red as she glared fiercely at Luo Chen.

"Are you a dog?! Why are you biting everything?!"

"This is a reward for your good performance these past few days."

Luo Chen chuckled and turned his gaze to Aisha Argento, who was sitting at the far end of the long table.

The lost nun, who had been being chased by fallen angels just a few hours earlier, was now sitting somewhat awkwardly in a chair, holding a bowl of hot soup.

She had changed into a clean white nightgown (borrowed from Joan of Arc), and her long golden hair was still damp from her bath.

Looking at the group of "gods" and "monsters" sitting around the dining table, chatting and laughing, Aisha still felt like she was dreaming.

"What are you daydreaming about, Elsa?"

Joan of Arc (in white) sat down next to Elsa and gently placed a boneless piece of fish on her plate.

"Now that Luo Chen has brought you back, this is your home. Don't be so reserved, everyone here is easy to get along with."

"Lady Joan of Arc..."

Looking at the saintly woman radiating pure light before her, Aisha couldn't help but tear up again.

"Can I really... stay here? I'm a heretic expelled from the church, my artifact..."

"Those kinds of magical artifacts are no different from ordinary lighters in my eyes."

Luo Chen interrupted her self-deprecation.

He leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"In this house, there are no heretics, no believers. Only my people."

"Use your 'Mother's Smile' however you like. If the church or the heavens dare to cause you trouble, I'll show them what true 'divine punishment' is."

These extremely arrogant words did not frighten Aisha; on the contrary, they put her heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, back down completely.

"Yes, Lord Luo Chen!"

Elsa nodded vigorously, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and began to drink the hot soup in her bowl in large gulps.

Morgan Le Fey came down from the second floor with a cup of black tea in his hand.

She wasn't wearing her elaborate magician's gown today, but rather a deep purple silk nightgown.

Her long, silvery-white hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her ruby-like eyes coldly swept across the dining table.

"It's the middle of the night, and a group of people are making a racket here."

Morgan walked over and sat down to Luo Chen's right, resting her head on his shoulder with complete ease, and glanced disdainfully at Jeanne d'Arc Alter across from her.

"Arthur, that 'over-the-shoulder throw' you did outside today caused quite a stir. That white lizard may be pitifully weak, but the God-Slaying Gear on his back is a cornerstone of this world."

"If you crush it, the native rulers of this world probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

"It's best if you can't sleep."

Luo Chen reached out and put his arm around Morgan's waist, a deep, dark light flashing in his crimson-gold vertical pupils.

"If I don't beat them hard enough, why would they obediently come and knock on the door?"

……

Just as Luo Chen had predicted.

At this moment, in Grigori, the headquarters of the Fallen Angels, which is located countless dimensions away from Kuoh Town.

Inside the massive underground medical room, piercing alarms were echoing wildly.

The central, high-concentration, green life-restoring fluid was filled with the advanced repair chamber.

Vali Lucifer was covered in tubes and floated in the liquid.

His once-proud White Dragon Emperor Armor had completely vanished, replaced by widespread bone shattering and meridian rupture.

Azazel stood before the repair pod, the fallen angel governor's face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

In his hand, he held a piece of white armor that had been peeled off Vali's body and had lost all its luster.

"How is the situation?"

Asaher turned to look at the chief medical officer standing to the side.

"Governor... Lord Vali's physical injuries are secondary. With the technology of the fallen angels, he can be fully repaired in about a month."

The chief technician wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.

"But the fatal flaw was his connection between his mind and the artifact."

"The Wings of Light of the White Dragon Emperor... the mythical concepts within them suffered a devastating physical impact. Draig's soul has fallen into a deep slumber, or rather... a shock."

"We can't even awaken the consciousness within the artifact."

"Step down."

Azazel waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave the medical room.

After the door closed, he placed his hand on the glass of the repair pod and infused it with a trace of magic.

"Arubian, I know you are still awake. Answer me."

A long time passed.

An extremely weak voice, even carrying a clear sense of fear, rang directly in Azazel's mind.

"Azazel...don't...don't provoke that man again..."

The once proud Tianlong now spoke with a voice filled with pleading.

"Vali wanted to absorb his power... What a foolish thing to do."

The power to "halve" is based on the premise that the other party has "limitations".

"But that man..."

Albion's voice paused for a moment, as if recalling some indescribable, terrifying scene.

"Within his body... lies a complete universe. An abyss that cannot even be defined by the concept of 'infinity'."

"The moment my power touched him, it not only failed to take effect, but was forcibly assimilated and backfired by the mass within his body. If he hadn't stopped at the last moment, that instantaneous reversal of magic would have been enough to wipe my soul and Vali's body clean."

"That is not a god, nor a dragon...that is the 'reason' that transcends all of these."

After hearing what Arubian said, Azazel's hand slid limply off the glass.

He took two steps back and slumped down in a chair.

Even one of the two Heavenly Dragons gave such an evaluation.

That man named Luo Chen was someone that these so-called three major factions could not possibly contend with.

Just then, the communication array in front of Azazel suddenly lit up.

Two beams of light intertwined and took shape in mid-air.

On the left is a man with dazzling red hair, a handsome and dignified face—the current Demon King, Sirzechs Lucifer.

On the right is a blond man with twelve golden wings on his back and a face as handsome as a god—Michael, the Archangel of Heaven.

"Azazel".

Sazex spoke first, his tone unusually solemn.

"I have confirmed all of Rias's reports. Kirkbor was instantly annihilated, and Vali is critically injured and on the verge of death. The ley lines in Kuoh Town have been forcibly altered, turning into an independent domain that we cannot analyze at all."

Michael also sighed softly, his face filled with deep worry.

"I sensed it too. Last night in that town, two forces powerful enough to tear apart the mythological system collided. One was the dark attribute of a fallen angel, and the other... was even purer and more domineering than the radiance of my Lord (the God of the Bible) at his peak."

"Azazel, you're the closest. That man... just who is he?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't be sitting here worrying."

Azazel gave a wry smile and raised his hands in surrender.

"All I know is that any one of the women who are with him could tie up the three of us and beat us up."

"Sazex, Michael. God is dead, and the balance of the world is as fragile as a sheet of paper. If that man were hostile, he could have leveled both the underworld and the heavens last night."

"He did not immediately start a war, but instead chose to stay in Kuoh Town."

Sazex pondered for a moment.

"This shows that he has no interest in destroying the world, at least for now."

"But we cannot sit idly by and wait for our doom. If we don't ascertain his stance, the three factions will never have peace, with this Damocles' sword hanging over our heads."

"you mean……"

Michael looked at him.

"Let's go and pay our respects."

Sazex uttered the word.

It was not a negotiation, not a meeting, but an audience.

"Disarm completely, without any guards. Just the three of us."

"Go to that place known as the 'Fairy Palace' to express our respect to that sir in person, and... our promise of non-interference."

Azazel glanced at Vali in the repair pod and let out a long sigh.

"Agreed. I don't want my Grigory to be a pile of ruins tomorrow. When are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning."

Sazex's gaze, seen through the water mirror, seemed to be directed towards the distant human world.

"Be prepared with the utmost sincerity. This is not diplomacy; it's a matter of survival."

……

The next day, at 10:00 AM.

The sun was shining brightly in Kouoh Town, and a gentle breeze rustled through the dense forest outside the Fairy Palace, which had been magically created.

There were no police cars leading the way, and no magic circles flashing.

Three men dressed in very ordinary modern suits walked along the forest path toward the tall, carved mahogany iron gate.

If people from the underworld were to witness this scene, they would probably be so frightened that their souls would leave their bodies.

The Demon King of the Underworld, the Archangel of Heaven, and the Governor of the Fallen Angels.

These three tycoons, who hold the reins of the world's destiny, are now standing nervously at the entrance of a mansion, looking like three insurance salesmen.

"call……"

Azazel straightened his tie and glanced at Sazex and Michael beside him.

"Shall I ring the doorbell?"

Sazex nodded.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang in the empty courtyard.

Less than three seconds.

The door did not open like a normal door, but instead transformed into a shimmering blue light curtain that vanished into the air.

"Woof! Is this the delivery guy? Have the top-grade truffles the cat ordered yesterday arrived yet?"

Tamamo Cat, wearing a pink apron and holding a sharp kitchen knife, poked its head out.

When she saw the three men standing outside the door, her fox ears twitched, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her pink eyes.

"Oh, it's just a few bats and crows. The master said he's not receiving guests today, so you can go back to where you came from. The cat needs to make soup!"

As she spoke, she turned to close the door.

"Wait! This... Miss Cat!"

Sazex quickly stepped forward, his tone extremely humble.

"We are representatives of the three major factions. We have come specifically to pay a visit to Lord Luo Chen. Please be sure to convey our sincere regards."

"Three major camps?"

Tamamo Cat tilted its head, about to refuse.

"Let them in, Xiaoyu."

A cool, clear voice drifted down from the second-floor balcony.

Morgan le Fay, holding a black magic umbrella, looked down at the three people at the door.

She didn't even unleash any magic, but her icy gaze alone made the wings on Michael's back instinctively tremble.

"Arthur is having tea in the living room. Since you're here to be subservient, you might as well come in."

Morgan turned and went back inside.

Thank you.

Sazex wiped the sweat from his palms and led the way into the mansion.

Passing through the entryway, you arrive at the extravagantly spacious living room.

The scene before them silenced the three giants once again.

Luo Chen was wearing a comfortable white shirt and was leaning back on the huge sofa.

On his left lap sat a girl with long silver-blue hair and horns on her head (Tiamat), who was watching cartoons on a tablet.

On the right, a girl with red twin tails (Ishtar) is peeling grapes for him.

On a carpet not far away, a golden-haired, blue-eyed knight king (Saber) is playing chess with a female warrior (Scáthach) wielding a red spear. The murderous aura emanating from the two is almost tangible on the chessboard.

Is this the Demon King who can tear apart God-Slaying Gear with his bare hands?

This is clearly a family man enjoying the simple pleasures of family life!

"Please sit down."

Luo Chen did not get up. He swallowed the grapes that Ishtar fed him and casually pointed to the three single sofas opposite him.

His crimson-gold vertical pupils slowly rose, his gaze passing over the coffee table and landing on Sazex and the other two.

"The demon king of the underworld, the angels of heaven, and the governor of fallen angels."

Luo Chen's voice was calm, yet it felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on the backs of the three of them.

"Don't be so formal. I just sent some of your men to hell last night, so you can sit here calmly today."

"This level of patience is quite worthy of your titles."

"You jest."

Sazex gave a wry smile and spoke first.

"Kokbor's death was his own fault. Vali's recklessness also deserves punishment. We are not here today for revenge."

He stood up and bowed deeply to Luo Chen.

"We have come to pay our respects in order to seek the survival of this planet."

"Respect?"

Luo Chen chuckled softly, tapping his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest.

"Your respect is worthless to me."

"However, since you have come to me so politely, I am not an unreasonable person."

Luo Chen leaned forward slightly, and the absolute majesty belonging to the [Three-Digit Box Garden] was finally no longer concealed at this moment.

The gravity in the entire hall instantly doubled.

The three men, including Sazex, were forced back onto the sofa, unable to lift even a finger.

Listen carefully.

Luo Chen stared at them and announced the city's new rules, word by word.

"Kumaoh Town, from this day forward, is my private territory."

"Demons or angels, I don't care how you fight to the death outside."

"But what if a single drop of blood spills on my property? What if some ignorant bastard disturbs my family?"

Luo Chen's lips curled into an extremely arrogant sneer.

"I will go to your headquarters and take your capital city, along with your throne—"

"Crush it into powder."