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

A deathly silence still lingered in the top-floor conference room of the new Kooh Academy building.

The Norse god Loki, whose statue was sealed into an ice sculpture by Morgan using fairy magic, stood quietly at the end of the conference table.

A ghostly blue light flowed within the ice, illuminating Loki's frozen, utterly terrified face in every detail.

The three leaders of the three factions—Sazex, Michael, and Azazel—were so stiff that even the act of wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads appeared extremely awkward.

The instigator of "Ragnarok," whom they originally regarded as a major threat and were even prepared to make huge sacrifices to deal with, became pure "magical material" in front of this black-clad man's follower before he could even finish uttering a complete harsh word.

"Alright, stop standing there like a bunch of logs."

Luo Chen casually patted off non-existent dust from his trousers and stood up from the high-backed chair.

With his movement, the oppressive aura of the "Omnipotent Domain" that had been hanging over the conference room and making it difficult for the three giants to even breathe instantly receded like the tide.

"I've taken care of this noisy fly; you can handle the rest of the procedures yourselves."

Luo Chen had one hand in his trench coat pocket and snapped his fingers casually with the other.

Fenrir, the god-slaying wolf whose body was originally as large as a mountain and capable of swallowing a god whole, suddenly twisted and contracted his massive body the moment he heard the snap of his fingers.

To everyone's astonishment, this infamous wolf actually compressed its body to the size of an adult husky, then wagged its tail and took extremely obsequious little steps to approach Luo Chen's feet, even sticking out its tongue to try to lick Luo Chen's leather shoes.

"We're leaving, we're going back."

Luo Chen gently kicked away Fenrir's large head that was leaning in, and turned to look at the servants behind him who had long since grown bored.

"We've been out for most of the day, Xiaoyu should have prepared lunch by now. We're having sukiyaki for lunch today."

"Oh my gosh! Sukiyaki!"

Mordred was the first to respond. She quickly retrieved the greatsword she was carrying on her shoulder into her spirit base and whistled excitedly.

"Long live Daddy! I want to eat that premium Wagyu beef covered in raw egg yolk!"

Although Artoria (Saber) did not shout or scream, the brilliance that flashed in her emerald green eyes and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head that began to spin wildly clearly revealed the King of Knights' anxious mood at that moment.

"Take this ice sculpture with you."

Morgan le Fay turned gracefully, his black lace parasol lightly touching the ground.

Loki's ice sculpture floated steadily in mid-air as if it had lost its weight, moving outwards with her steps.

"Dumas's magic workshop is currently lacking some high-quality 'gods' as the foundation of its base, and this useless god core is barely enough."

The group turned and headed towards the conference room door, completely ignoring the three world giants behind them.

Just as Luo Chen was about to step across the threshold, he turned his head slightly, his crimson-gold vertical pupils glancing at Sazex, who was still standing there, not daring to move.

"The terms of the treaty will be as you previously agreed."

Luo Chen's tone was calm and expressionless.

"Kumaoh Town is my private territory. I have no interest in interfering with the peace agreement between your three factions, but if anyone dares to trespass on my land or disturb my family's peaceful sleep..."

He didn't continue speaking, but left behind a meaningful, cold laugh.

"Bang."

The mahogany gate slowly closed behind Luo Chen.

Only when that abyss-like aura completely disappeared from their senses did the three giants in the conference room seem to regain the right to breathe, and they all slumped into their chairs in unison.

"That's terrifying..."

Azazel let out a long breath, his twelve proud fallen angel wings drooping listlessly.

"When that Fenrir pounced on me just now, I really thought we were going to die here. But that man didn't even lift a hand; he just overpowered that god-slaying wolf with sheer force..."

Michael made the sign of the cross on his chest, his handsome and holy face filled with bitterness.

"Lord, please forgive my incompetence. Before that great being, I cannot even feel any dignity as an archangel. His existence has completely transcended the concept of 'god'."

Sazex remained silent for a long time. He looked at the spot where Rias had just stood, a complex sense of relief flashing in his eyes.

"Perhaps leaving Rias in that mansion isn't such a bad thing."

The red-haired demon lord murmured.

"In this fragile world where the balance could collapse at any moment and the gods are long dead, that place called 'Fairy Palace' is probably the safest absolute fortress in the entire universe."

……

Meanwhile, in Fuyuki City, in the backyard of the Fairy Palace.

Sunlight streamed through the massive bulletproof glass dome, bathing the ever-warm courtyard, transformed by fairy magic, in a gentle, spring-like glow.

"Woof! What on earth is that thing?!"

Wearing a pink apron and holding an extra-large soft-bristled brush, Tamamo-neko was barking loudly at the "large dog" in front of her, which was soaking wet and frantically shaking off water.

"My husband said he brought home a guard dog and asked the cat to give it a bath... but its fur is so stiff! It's like steel needles! And the water freezes as soon as it's splashed on it, is it some kind of Arctic creature?!"

Forced to shrink to the size of a husky, Fenrir, the god-slaying wolf, is currently squatting miserably in a huge stainless steel bathtub.

As the ultimate monster in Norse mythology capable of devouring the sun, moon, and stars, when has it ever suffered such injustice?

Having someone scrub your back with a brush and being forced to smell this cheap shower gel!

It longed to open its blood-red maw and swallow the noisy woman with fox ears right in front of it whole.

But it dared not.

Not just because the man in black who brought it back was in the house.

Furthermore, the aura emanating from each of the people standing around the bathtub, responsible for "supervising" the work, sent a chill down its spine.

"Don't move."

Scáthach sat in a wicker chair to the side, holding a cup of black tea, her wine-red eyes giving Fenrir a cold glance.

She didn't even materialize the magic spear; with just a glance, the wolf, which was trying to shake off the foam, froze on the spot, its tail tucked between its legs.

"If you can't get it clean, I don't mind peeling off your skin and cleaning your internal organs myself."

"Waaah..."

Fenrir let out a deeply aggrieved sob.

Meanwhile, Rias and Akeno Himejima, dressed in black and white maid outfits, stood nervously beside the bathtub, carrying two buckets of warm water.

Rias watched as the giant wolf, described in mythological texts as a "world-ending calamity," was now being scrubbed and humiliated in a basin by Tamamo Cat like a drowning dog. She felt that the demon values ​​she had built up over the past decade had been completely shattered into a pile of broken glass.

"Minister...do we really want to pour it some water?"

Zhu Nai lowered her voice, and her eyes, which always held a sadistic smile, were now filled with deep confusion.

"That's Fenrir... the highest-ranking magical beast in Norse mythology..."

"Do as I say, Akeno."

Rias gave a wry smile and resignedly picked up the bucket.

"In this house, even the Infinite Dragon God is eating potato chips in the living room, and a Fenrir has been brought in to take a bath and act as a watchdog. What's so strange about that?"

Splash!

The warm water poured onto Fenrir's back, instantly vaporizing into a white mist due to the extreme cold magic on its body.

Just then, the sliding glass door connecting the first floor to the backyard was opened.

Luo Chen changed into a comfortable dark gray loungewear set, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked out.

"How's the washing going?"

Luo Chen walked to the edge of the bathtub and looked down at the demon wolf, which was now clean and its fur was fluffy.

"Reporting to my master! The groom has been thoroughly cleaned!"

Tamamo Cat proudly puffed out its chest and tapped Fenrir's head with its brush.

"However, this guy's magic resistance is too high. It took the cat a lot of effort to get rid of those fleas (actually, they were attached ice and snow parasitic monsters)!"

Fenrir lowered his head in humiliation, not daring to resist.

Luo Chen nodded in satisfaction, reached out, and gently patted Fenrir's enormous head twice.

"Now that you're clean, you'd better stay quietly in the yard. If anyone approaches this mansion without permission..."

Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and a hint of cold killing intent was revealed in his tone.

"Whether he's a god or a demon, just crush him."

"Awoo!"

Fenrir nodded in an extremely human-like manner and let out a loud howl, as if swearing its loyalty.

In its simplistic and brutal Warcraft logic, submitting to a "monster" that is many times stronger than oneself is not a shameful thing.

"Alright, come in, everyone. Lunch is ready."

Luo Chen turned around and waved to Rias and the others who were still in a daze.

……

In the afternoon, a languid atmosphere filled the Fairy Palace, making one feel drowsy and lazy.

In the spacious and bright sunroom, various precious magical plants bloom in competition under the protection of the constant temperature barrier.

This is Ereshkigal's favorite place, and one of the few sanctuaries in this mansion where one can truly find peace.

Luo Chen lay half-reclined on a large rattan lounge chair, casually flipping through a book he had "borrowed" from Achuka about the theory of underworld magic.

"Luo Chen..."

A very soft, slightly timid call came from beside me.

Aisha Argento, dressed in her pristine white nun's habit, carefully approached Luo Chen, carrying a plate of freshly washed grapes.

This lost girl, who was once expelled from the church for possessing a divine artifact and even nearly died at the hands of a fallen angel, finally felt a long-lost peace during her stay at the Fairy Palace.

There was no pursuit, no exploitation, only the protection of this group of seemingly terrifying but actually extremely protective "family members".

"What's wrong, Elsa?"

Luo Chen put down his book and turned to look at the blonde, blue-eyed little nun.

A faint blush was now tinged on her delicate and pure face, making her look exceptionally endearing.

"Um... this is the fruit for dessert that Ms. Tamamo Neko asked me to bring over."

Aisha placed the fruit plate on the round table next to Luo Chen, her fingers nervously twisting together.

"Lord Luo Chen, are you... are you very tired? I've seen you reading the whole time."

"It's just to pass the time."

Luo Chen couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her nervous expression.

He reached out and naturally grasped Aisha's small, slightly rough hands, which were roughened by years of prayer, and pulled them with a little force.

"ah!"

Elsa let out a short gasp, lost her balance, and fell directly into Luo Chen's arms.

A firm and warm chest instantly enveloped her, and the intense, masculine scent unique to the [Crimson Dragon Body] relentlessly assaulted her nostrils.

"Lord Luo Chen!"

Aisha's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. She instinctively tried to struggle to get up, but Luo Chen's arms were like iron hoops, firmly holding her on his legs.

"Since you think I'm tired, then stay and keep me company for a while."

Luo Chen lowered his head, his chin gently resting on Aisha's golden hair, which exuded a faint scent of shampoo, his voice low and languid.

"In this house, you don't need to use honorifics with me, nor do you need to consider yourself a servant. You are someone I brought back, so you are mine."

"Do you understand?"

"I……"

Elsa's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The grievances and fears that had been suppressed in his heart were completely shattered at this moment by these domineering yet reassuring words.

She gave up struggling, buried her face deeply in Luo Chen's chest, and gripped the front of his shirt tightly with both hands, her tears silently soaking the fabric.

"Thank you... thank you so much..."

She sobbed, her voice filled with endless longing.

"As long as I can stay by your side... Elsa is willing to do anything for you..."

Luo Chen didn't speak, but quietly stroked her back, comforting the girl who had finally found a safe haven.

However, this warm and beautiful atmosphere did not last long.

"Bang!"

The glass door of the greenhouse was pushed open roughly.

"Alright! I knew you weren't up to anything hiding here!"

Jeanne Alter stormed in, her high heels gleaming.

She wore a burgundy halter dress today, and her haughty face was full of jealousy.

When she saw Aisha nestled in Luo Chen's arms, her golden vertical pupils seemed to spit fire.

"You're bullying that little nun in broad daylight! You perverted red dragon whose mind is only filled with those kinds of thoughts!"

"Exactly! Not only did you bully the nun, you even took away my snacks, the real goddess's!"

Ishtar followed closely behind, holding an empty bag of potato chips, and protested loudly.

"You promised to take me to buy that newly released limited-edition gemstone necklace today, but after dinner you hid in the greenhouse and won't come out! Liar!"

Seeing these two arrogant people who came to "crash the party" as always, Luo Chen sighed helplessly.

But deep within his crimson-gold eyes, a trace of extreme tenderness, which even he himself was unaware of, was revealed.

This is his daily routine.

Noisy and troublesome, yet full of vibrant life.

"Alright, stop yelling."

Luo Chen put one arm around Aisha, and with the other hand waved to Jeanne d'Arc Alter and Ishtar, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"Since you all have so much energy, why don't you all come along?"

"Anyway, there's still plenty of time in the afternoon. Whether it's buying a necklace or some other 'punishment'..."

He looked at the two people whose faces had turned red instantly, his voice revealing an undeniable domineering authority.

"I have plenty of time to waste with you all today."

……

At the same time.

Thousands of kilometers away from Komao Town in Europe, in a secret underground chamber hidden deep in an ancient castle in the mountains.

The dim candlelight flickered, casting a distorted and eerie light on the ancient magic circles on the surrounding walls.

In the center of this secret room, there was a huge round table.

However, those sitting at this table were not Knights of the Round Table, but a group of beings exuding a nauseating aura of decay and madness.

"The hero Cao Cao is dead. Even the Twilight Holy Lance, which was known as the strongest divine weapon, was blasted into nothingness with a single blow."

The man sitting in the shadows at the end of the long table spoke slowly, his voice dry as if he were rubbing sandpaper.

He was wearing a worn-out suit, but if you looked closely, you would see that his exposed skin was covered with dense stitches, as if his whole body was forcibly pieced together from countless pieces of flesh.

"That idiot Sherpa is dead too. He went to that little place in the Far East called Kouoh Town, and he didn't even leave behind a complete body."

On the other side, a woman with long green hair and a bewitching yet venomous appearance sneered as she toyed with a poisonous snake with her slender fingers.

"Not only that, according to our informants in the Underworld, those three so-called giants, Sazex, Michael, and Azazel, actually went to that town yesterday and fawned over some unknown entity like dogs. Even that red-haired girl from the Gremory family was sent to be a maid."

"It seems that the rumored 'otherworldly demon king' who descended upon the Far East is not unfounded."

The man in the shadows tapped his fingers on the table, producing a dull thud.

"The ability to make all three factions bow down simultaneously, and to instantly annihilate the cadres of the Hero Faction and the Old Demon King Faction... this level of power is beyond our calculations."

"So what?"

An extremely arrogant voice, full of violence and destructive desire, rang out from the very end of the long table.

He was a burly man, completely encased in heavy armor.

Even the air around him seemed to distort slightly because of the terrifying magic emanating from his body.

"No matter what kind of otherworldly demon king he is, if he dares to stand in our way of conquest, he will be crushed!"

The man slammed his fist on the table, instantly covering the entire long table made of obsidian from the Age of Gods with cracks.

"And don't forget what cards we have up our sleeve."

"As long as that 'ritual' is completed, as long as we can awaken that being slumbering deep within the dimensional rift..."

"Don't even mention an otherworldly demon king; even if the true Crimson Dragon God Emperor himself descended, he would only be devoured!"

"Diodora".

The man in the shadows looked at the arrogant armored man and gave him a cold warning.

"Don't underestimate him. That man can keep the Infinite Dragon God Orpheus as a pet; we haven't figured out his true strength yet."

"Until then, don't provoke Kuoh Town. Focus all your energy on 'that plan'."

"Once we successfully control that power, this world will ultimately belong to our Khaos Brigade."

The man named Theodora scoffed dismissively, but did not refute her further.

However, deep within his eyes gleamed an extremely morbid greed and lust.

"Kumaoh Town... I remember, the nun with the 'Smile of the Virgin Mary,' wasn't she in that town?"

Diodora licked her lips, secretly making plans in her mind.

"That pure healing power, if I could get my hands on it, and then have it cry and beg for mercy on my bed... what a wonderful feeling that would be..."

"Just you wait. No matter what kind of otherworldly demon king you are, what you have will be mine sooner or later!"