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

The morning sunlight streamed through the enormous French windows of the Fairy Palace, casting a soft, golden glow onto the disheveled, luxurious bed in the master bedroom.

The air still lingered with the afterglow of last night's fierce "punitive expedition."

Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes, his crimson-gold vertical pupils showing no sign of fatigue.

The [Third Star Particle Body] within his body was like a gently flowing galaxy, operating silently and perfectly containing the terrifying power at the [Three-Digit Box Garden] level.

He turned his head slightly.

Morgan le Fay was lying on his side in his arms, and his usually aloof and arrogant face now exuded a languid and charming air after being completely conquered.

Her long, silvery-white hair was scattered on the pillow, and there were still a few faint red marks on her smooth back.

Seemingly sensing Luo Chen's movement, the Fairy Queen's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She didn't open her eyes, but subconsciously snuggled closer to Luo Chen's burning chest, her long legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her voice thick with hoarseness and nasal tone.

"Don't move... Arthur. My magic circuits are still burning hot... You unruly monster..."

"You're already complaining about being tired?"

Luo Chen chuckled softly, his fingers gently combing through her smooth silver hair, while his other hand gently kneaded her waist, infusing it with a touch of gentle vitality.

"Who was it last night who said they were going to lock me in my room and prevent me from even leaving the room? Your Majesty, it seems your 'treasury' reserves need further expansion."

"Shut up……"

Morgan bit her red lips and pinched his chest in embarrassment and annoyance, but the force she used was hardly even a hint of coquetry when it hit the Crimson Dragon's body.

She took a deep breath, greedily inhaling the incredibly reassuring scent emanating from Luo Chen, and finally, as if resigned, closed her eyes.

"Don't let anyone disturb me on the third floor this morning. Especially that loud red-haired village girl (Ishtar) and that winged lizard (Melushin)."

"If I don't recover my strength, how will I suppress those ignorant natives outside?"

"Yes, my queen."

Luo Chen placed a light kiss on her forehead, then quietly lifted the covers and got out of bed.

A black casual shirt and trousers automatically covered the upper body in the magical glow.

He pushed open the bedroom door and walked down the spiral staircase to the first floor.

……

In stark contrast to the tranquility of the third floor, the restaurant on the first floor is currently in a state of bustling activity, as is typical for everyday life.

"Three more, no, five more!"

Artoria (Saber) sat upright at the dining table, her ahoge (cowlick) bobbing excitedly on her head.

She had a mountain of empty plates piled up in front of her, and a scoop of buttered scoop was in her hand.

"Although the magic in this world is weak, the quality of the wheat is surprisingly good. The baked bread has a pure, natural sweetness."

"Dad! You're finally down!"

Mordred, with a sausage dangling from her mouth, was squatting on the chair without any regard for her image. When she saw Luo Chen come down, she immediately waved her fork excitedly.

"What are we doing today? That red-haired swordsman (Reinhard) from yesterday was a bit of a coward, but the blessing he had was quite interesting. Can I go and chop him up and see how it feels?"

"All they do is fight and kill all day long; they're so rude."

Ishtar (the goddess of Venus) sat on the other side, holding a magnifying glass, examining with disdain the gems she had casually bought from the street yesterday.

"What a lousy place! We can't even find a decent magic crystal! These impure stones aren't even fit for paving roads in Uruk! Luo Chen, when are we going to find a better place?"

Scáthach held a cup of black coffee, leaning against the window, her purplish-black bodysuit outlining her deadly curves.

She glanced at Luo Chen, a hint of amusement flashing in her wine-red eyes.

"You look so refreshed; last night's 'battle' must have been quite intense. What, did the Fairy Queen fail to satisfy your appetite? Should I give you a 'lesson' tonight?"

"cough……"

Luo Chen walked to the main seat and sat down, ignoring his master's undisguised lewd words. He picked up the warm water prepared on the table, took a sip, and glanced at everyone present.

"The first day of my vacation is over."

Luo Chen put down his water glass and tapped his slender fingers lightly twice on the mahogany table.

The crisp sound instantly silenced the noisy atmosphere in the restaurant.

"We have important business to attend to today."

"Is it serious business?"

Artoria put down the waffle in her hand, her eyes instantly turning stern.

"That's right."

Luo Chen looked out the window, towards the very heart of the Lukenica capital—the magnificent royal city that symbolized the highest power in the country.

"Yesterday we met that half-elf girl (Emilia) in the slums. The so-called 'Dragon Emblem' she was wearing is a token for selecting the next king of this country."

"Today is the day when the candidates for the royal selection gather in the royal city and officially announce the start of the royal selection."

"Wang Xuan?"

Mordred chuckled and put his legs up on the table.

"To decide who becomes king based on a broken stone? This childish system is an insult to the word 'king'."

"That's truly absurd."

Artoria's brows furrowed tightly.

As the knight-king who truly drew the chosen sword and bore the fate of the entire nation, she was extremely displeased with this practice of selecting rulers based on the so-called "guidance of the dragon."

"A king should be someone who leads the people toward the future. If even royal power depends on the charity of a dragon, then this country is rotten to the core."

"Therefore, we need to teach them a lesson."

Luo Chen stood up, and his black trench coat automatically draped over his shoulders under the pull of magic.

A deep starlight flickered in his crimson-gold vertical pupils.

It was an absolute arrogance, looking down on ants from a superior position.

"Go tell those high-ranking nobles and wise men of this country, and that so-called 'Dragon Polkenney'..."

"What exactly do the real 'dragon' and the real 'king' look like?"

"Saber, Mordred, Meloshen, Master, Ishtar."

Luo Chen walked towards the gate.

"If you're full, come with me."

"Let's go and attend this grand 'ceremony'."

"Oh, oh, oh! Finally, we can wreak havoc!"

Mo excitedly grabbed the greatsword.

"Anything is fine as long as I don't have to pay for it."

Ishtar snorted and followed.

Scáthach twirled her gun, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in her eyes.

"I hope the knights there can make me break a sweat."

……

The capital of Lukenica, the royal palace.

This is a magnificent building that is extremely luxurious and solemn.

The towering dome is painted with epic murals depicting the dragon Polcanni protecting the country.

On both sides of the main hall, hundreds of guard knights dressed in pure white armor stood solemnly like statues, holding halberds.

At the very top of the steps, the elders of the Sages' Council sat solemnly in their high positions.

In the center of the main hall, the candidates for the royal selection had already assembled.

Crusch Karsten, the dashing head of the Karsten family, dressed in men's clothing.

Princess Priscilla Baliel, the sun princess, holds a folding fan and has a haughty look that is full of contempt for the world.

Anastasia Hashin, a purple-haired girl with a strong Kansai accent and an air of shrewd business acumen.

And... standing in the corner, enduring countless hostile and disgusted gazes from those around her because of her silver-haired half-elf appearance, which resembled the "Witch of Envy."

Behind Emilia stood Subaru Natsuki, dressed in sportswear, looking flustered and uneasy.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the candidates, the strange-looking border Count Roswaal L. Mezas, with his clown-like makeup, was standing in the crowd.

But if you look closely, you'll see that this most powerful mage in the Kingdom of Lukenica is as pale as paper.

His heterochromatic eyes were fixed on the entrance to the main hall, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his body was even trembling slightly.

Others may not know, but he clearly remembers how yesterday, in that forcibly renovated manor, the man in black used only a trace of his aura to crack the Book of Wisdom, which he cherished as his life!

"Please don't come...please don't come..."

Roswaal prayed frantically in his heart.

He just wanted to quietly get through this royal selection and absolutely did not want to have any further contact with those monsters.

"Well then, now that the Dragon Maidens have gathered..."

Elder Myrotov, the representative of the Wise Men, rose to his feet, his scepter in hand, his voice resounding majestically throughout the hall.

"According to the covenant with the Divine Dragon, the royal selection will officially take place at this moment..."

Boom! ...

The elder hadn't finished speaking.

A terrifying roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded without warning right in front of the royal palace!

The royal city gate, standing twenty meters tall and forged from enchanted black iron and mithril, was said to be so immovable that even a battering ram could not budge it.

In an instant, it felt as if I had been struck by some indescribable superdimensional force.

It did not break or collapse.

Instead, the door frame, chains, and the surrounding three-meter-thick city wall all vaporized with a roar!

A shower of light and a storm instantly poured into the main hall, tearing the red carpet inside. The huge crystal chandelier swayed wildly in the gale, making a piercing clanging sound.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Protect the elders! Protect the royal candidates!"

The knights of the Royal Guard were terrified and drew their longswords, surrounding the platform and the candidates.

Julius Jucrius, the vice-commander of the Royal Guard, frowned, and the quasi-elves around him began to fly around restlessly.

The swordsman Reinhard, standing at the very front of the knights, froze the moment he sensed that aura. His hand gripping the hilt of his sword stiffened, and his deep blue eyes revealed undisguised horror and despair.

"He...he really came..."

Reinhardt's voice was terribly hoarse.

The storm gradually subsided.

At the massive gap that had been blasted open, blinding sunlight streamed in, casting long shadows.

"This door is in the way. Besides, how can a royal selection be called 'open' if the door is closed?"

A languid, indifferent voice, yet seemingly carrying an absolute sense of physical oppression, echoed through the deathly silent hall.

With his hands in his trench coat pockets, Luo Chen stepped through the dust and grime on the ground and slowly walked into the hall that symbolized the highest power in the country.

Behind him, Scáthach, Saber, Mordred, Ishtar, and Melusin filed in.

These five top-tier Servants didn't even deliberately release their killing intent; the mythical pressure emanating from their every move was enough to make all the knights present tremble in the depths of their souls.

"Who...who are you?! How dare you trespass into the royal city and damage the gates!"

Elder McCrotov was both shocked and furious. He pointed his scepter at Luo Chen, his voice trembling.

"Knights of the Royal Guard! Take down these reckless bastards!"

"yes!"

Dozens of elite guard knights roared and charged forward, swords raised.

"A bunch of annoying grunts."

Luo Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Xiao Mo, clear the area. Don't let it bleed or get the carpet dirty."

"Alright! Leave it to me, Dad!"

Mordred laughed wildly. Without even drawing the greatsword from her back, she took a step forward and swung her right leg out like a battle axe.

"Get out of here!!"

boom! boom! boom!

A violent crimson magic swept through like a hurricane.

The dozens of elite knights who rushed forward were struck by this magic the moment they came into contact with it, as if they had been hit by a speeding high-speed train. They didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying backward and crashed into the walls on both sides of the hall in a very miserable manner, instantly losing consciousness.

one strike.

A single, unarmed whip kick shattered the kingdom's most elite defenses.

"Wh...what?!"

The nobles and elders of the Sages Society present were all dumbfounded.

This is a Royal Guard Knight! The strongest force in the kingdom! He was kicked away like paper by a little girl?!

"You, you rude scoundrel!"

Priscilla Baliel, the arrogant sun princess, still hadn't realized the gravity of the situation.

She covered half her face with a folding fan, raised her chin haughtily, and looked at Luo Chen.

"How dare you make such a racket in front of me and ruin my enjoyment of the throne! Al! Go and cut off that man's head as an apology for offending me!"

Al, the one-armed knight standing behind her, had cold sweat all over his forehead.

As a transmigrator from another world, his intuition for danger far surpasses that of ordinary people.

The moment he saw Luo Chen, his instincts screamed: Run! Run!

That man wasn't human at all! He was a monster in human skin!

"Your Highness, Princess...please forgive my bluntness, but now is not the time..."

Al tried to dissuade him.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you call yourself king in front of me?"

Luo Chen stopped in his tracks, his crimson-gold vertical pupils slowly turning towards Priscilla.

He released a slight amount of his aura.

Om-! ! !

Space froze.

Priscilla's folding fan fell to the ground with a "thud".

Her once arrogant red eyes suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints the moment they met Luo Chen's gaze.

The man in front of her disappeared from her sight.

Instead, there is a collapsing, boundless universe, and a terrifying red dragon coiled in the center of the starry sea, capable of swallowing the entire world in one gulp!

That absolute aura of superiority, that indescribable and terrifying quality, was like a mountain that crashed heavily onto her soul!

"Thump."

This self-centered princess, who always considered herself the most favored by the world, suddenly lost her balance and knelt down on the ground in front of everyone.

She was trembling violently, her gorgeous dress soaked in cold sweat, and she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

"A monster..."

"Your Highness!"

Al was shocked and tried to help him up, but found himself pinned to the spot by the oppressive force, unable to move.

"This is what they call a candidate for the throne? He can't even handle a single glance from me."

Luo Chen withdrew his gaze, his eyes filled with disdain.

"If we entrust the future of the country to such useless people who can only live by luck and arrogance, then this country truly has no reason to exist."

Luo Chen turned around and looked at the Sages' Council on the high platform, as well as Roswaal, who was already terrified out of his wits.

He strode forward, step by step, walking on the red carpet towards the center of the hall.

"I'm not here today to play any political games with you."

Luo Chen's voice was deep and calm, yet it carried an unquestionable air of absolute dominance.

"I heard that you are choosing a king here to continue your pact with that dragon named Polkenney?"

"What a joke."

Luo Chen walked to the front of the main hall, turned around, opened his arms, and faced everyone present.

The dragon's might, which had been restrained, was suddenly unleashed at this moment!

roar----!!!

Although no sound was uttered, deep within the souls of everyone present, they heard an ancient dragon roar powerful enough to tear the heavens apart!

Under this oppressive force, dense cracks began to appear on the dome of the main hall. The murals representing the worship of the dragon god seemed to feel extreme fear in the face of this aura, and they began to peel off.

"Open your eyes and see clearly."

Luo Chen's crimson-gold eyes looked down at the group of trembling mortals, a cold, arrogant smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"In this world."

"The only one qualified to be called a 'dragon' is me."

"From now on."

"This pointless royal selection is hereby cancelled."

"Your ridiculous alliance is null and void."

Luo Chen stretched out his hand and pointed to Emilia, who was standing in the corner and was completely stunned.

"She is the new queen of this country."

"The king I, Luo Chen, have chosen."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"