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

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

The sentence was so flat and uneventful that it echoed slowly in the empty and dilapidated royal palace.

It doesn't seem like an inquiry.

It's more like a final judgment from a higher-dimensional being.

The main hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The elders of the Sages' Association on the high platform looked like dried-up corpses, their life force drained away.

The old men, led by Mycroft, trembled violently. Their lips, which usually spoke of "the laws of the kingdom" and "the covenant of the dragon," were now tightly pursed, unable to utter a single syllable.

In this space completely filled with Luo Chen's oppressive aura, they had to exert all their strength even to breathe.

If those crimson-gold vertical pupils lingered on them for even a second longer, their fragile hearts would shatter under the weight of that extradimensional mass.

However, there are always some people in this world who value "faith" and "glory" more than their own lives.

"Crunch...crunch..."

The deathly silence was broken by the sharp sound of teeth biting and crushing the oral mucosa.

Even if you possess godlike power…

A purple-haired youth wearing a white uniform with gold trim stood out from the ranks of the royal guards with great difficulty and unwavering stubbornness, enduring a terrifying gravity strong enough to crush an ordinary person into a pulp.

Julius Jucrius.

The "Best Knight" of the Kingdom of Lukenica.

Blood dripped from Julius's mouth, and his legs trembled violently, a biological instinct frantically warning him to "run away."

But he still drew his knight's sword from his waist, the tip pointing at Luo Chen.

"—I absolutely cannot allow it! The foundation of this kingdom, the covenant with the dragon, has been so brutally trampled upon by you!"

"The royal selection is a sacred and inviolable ceremony of this nation! If royal power can be usurped by external forces at will, then what is the meaning of our existence as knights?!"

Julius was surrounded by the light of six-colored micro-sprites.

He was prepared to be utterly destroyed.

"Oh? You can actually stand up and draw your sword."

Luo Chen turned his head slightly, his eyes showing no anger, only a hint of amusement as if watching a show.

But before he could speak, Artoria (Saber) standing beside him took a step forward first.

The orthodox knight king looked at the resolute purple-haired youth before him, a complex sigh flashing in his emerald eyes.

"You have excellent eyesight; you are a qualified knight."

Artoria's voice was clear and melodious, standing out prominently in the oppressive atmosphere of the hall.

"But the 'meaning' you're protecting is built on sand dunes."

"You are placing your hopes for the future of the nation on a 'dragon' that isn't even here. This is the greatest irresponsibility you can show to humanity and the people."

"If the so-called 'sacred ritual' is merely a means to maintain the interests of the noble class and to fawn over the dragon... then it is only natural that my Master would smash such a thing."

"What do you know!"

Julius roared and forcefully activated the micro-spirits within his body.

"Clarista!"

Six-colored light converged on the sword blade, and he used all his strength to unleash a dazzling sword aura towards Luo Chen.

"Ignorant ants."

There's no need for Luo Chen and Saber to intervene.

In mid-air, a disdainful shout rang out.

Melusin (Fairy Knight)'s mechanical wings suddenly trembled. Without even taking out her weapon, she simply extended a slender, white index finger and flicked it lightly at the six-colored sword energy that was slashing towards her.

boom!

Like popping a soap bubble.

Julius's all-out attack instantly disintegrated into countless harmless specks of light the moment it touched the **[Albion Dragon]** interstellar ether at Melusin's fingertips!

"What...?" Julius was shocked.

"Your little sprite is crying, you weakling."

Melusin's figure vanished in mid-air in an instant.

[Shrinking the Earth]!

The next second, she appeared in front of Julius, her small feet, encased in silver-white combat boots, kicked his breastplate with terrifying speed that was impossible for the naked eye to detect.

boom--!!!

"Wow!"

Julius didn't even have time to react in pain before he was sent flying backward as if hit by an anti-aircraft gun.

It crashed through three marble support columns behind the main hall and was eventually buried deep in the ruins, its fate unknown.

The tiny sprites that had been surrounding him vanished without a trace in the face of this domineering and unparalleled celestial dragon's might.

"Julius!!"

The remaining guards knights let out terrified cries.

"Too weak, too weak."

Meilushin patted her skirt and flew back to Luo Chen's side, her pinkish-purple vertical pupils coldly sweeping over the remaining people.

"You can't even stop one of my fingers, yet you dare to raise your sword against your Master? What a waste of time."

"That's enough."

A deep voice, yet seemingly containing a special rhythm, suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

With this sound, the guards, who had been in chaos because Julius had been killed instantly, seemed to have found their leader and made way for him.

A young man with fiery red short hair and dressed in a pure white knight's outfit walked out slowly.

Sword Saint, Reinhard van Astreya.

His once gentle, sunny smile was no longer present on his handsome, flawless face.

He walked to the center of the hall, glanced at Julius, whose fate was unknown in the ruins, then raised his head, his azure eyes fixed intently on Luo Chen.

In this world, he is an existence favored to the extreme by the world's will, "Ode Ragnar".

He can see through all attack trajectories, is immune to almost all magic and curses, and even if he dies, the world will forcibly resurrect him.

However, facing the man in black before him—

The hundreds of [Blessings] within Reinhard's body were now like a system crashing, all frantically issuing the highest level of "Error" and "Unable to resolve" alerts!

His intuition was screaming at the top of its lungs—

We can't fight!

will die!

Along with the soul and the concept of existence, it was completely erased!

However, as the sword saint of the Kingdom of Lukenica, and as the pinnacle of knighthood.

He had nowhere to retreat.

"Lord Luo Chen."

Reinhard took a deep breath and slowly reached his right hand toward the sword at his waist.

That divine weapon was only permitted to be drawn when facing a truly powerful enemy or an evil dragon.

【Dragon Sword - Red】.

"Julius may have been reckless, but he was doing his duty. As a colleague, I couldn't ignore his injury."

Reinhard's voice was calm, but the veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the scabbard, were bulging.

"Furthermore, you are attempting to forcibly interfere with the fate of the kingdom... As the Sword Saint, I must stop you."

"Stop me?"

Luo Chen looked at him, a faint mockery flashing in his crimson-gold eyes.

"With that piece of junk you're so afraid to even draw?"

Reinhard gritted his teeth and did not refute.

He exerted all his strength, trying to pull the dragon sword Red from its sheath.

"—Draw your sword, Red!"

However, the absurd scene repeated itself.

No matter how much magic Reinhard poured into it, no matter how he conveyed his fighting spirit to the sword spirit, the dragon sword, which was said to be able to cut through everything, seemed to be welded to its sheath and remained motionless!

Moreover, the scabbard even emitted a teeth-grinding "buzzing" vibration.

That's not fighting spirit.

That was an extreme fear, rooted in the very essence of the concept!

What a joke.

Standing before me is a monster that has fused the [Third Star Particle Body] with the [100% Crimson Dragon Body]!

It is the absolute ruler of the entire realm of the [Two-Digit Sandbox]!

Faced with Luo Chen's terrifying mass, symbolizing the universe, stars, and the source of all dragons, a mere divine weapon from this low-magic world, if it dared to show its edge, would absolutely be crushed into cosmic dust, sword and scabbard alike.

Swords also have a will to survive.

It would rather play dead than provoke the black-clad demon king standing in the center of the hall!

"How could this be...?"

Reinhard stared blankly at the sword in his hand.

This was the first time in his life that he had been rejected by his own sword.

"It seems your sword knows its own limitations better than you do."

Luo Chen shook his head, seemingly losing patience with the farce.

He didn't draw his sword, nor did he even take his hands out of his pockets.

He simply looked at Reinhard and said nothing more:

"Step back. You're too fragile. I'm afraid that if I use even the slightest force, I might accidentally shatter your world."

"I am the Sword Saint! I cannot retreat!"

Reinhardt looked up abruptly.

Since the dragon sword was unwilling to be drawn, he gave up on drawing it.

Using the sheathed dragon sword as a blunt weapon, he broke the sound barrier in an instant, turning into a white afterimage, and slashed fiercely down at Luo Chen!

"Stubborn and inflexible."

Scáthach, standing to Luo Chen's right, snorted coldly, about to raise her crimson demonic spear.

"Master, I don't need you."

Luo Chen stopped her.

Faced with the sword strike that came crashing down, powerful enough to split a mountain in two, he slightly raised his left hand and extended one index finger.

【Simulated Star Chart - The Truth of Stars - Local Mass Collapse】.

Thump—! ! !

A dull thud, not loud, yet seemingly striking directly into everyone's soul.

Reinhard's unstoppable attack, imbued with terrifying kinetic energy by the will of the world, was effortlessly countered by Luo Chen's single index finger—

It's frozen.

There was no blast of air, no dazzling light.

Because all kinetic energy and all magic power were completely devoured and annihilated the moment they touched Luo Chen's fingertips by that high-dimensional mass belonging to the [two-digit number].

"This...this is impossible..."

Reinhardt hung in mid-air, still in a downward chopping posture, his eyes filled with utter despair and disbelief.

The strength he was so proud of was like a child's toy in front of this finger.

He even felt that, if the other party wished, that finger could easily wipe his body, along with all the protective barriers, clean at any time along the scabbard.

"Your understanding of power is still at the 'physical' level."

Luo Chen curled his finger and lightly flicked the scabbard of the Dragon Sword.

Bang!

"Pfft!"

Reinhard was struck dumb.

An indescribable, terrifying shockwave instantly pierced through the defenses and directly affected the internal organs.

This swordsman, favored by the world, was like a kite with a broken string. After tumbling through the air a dozen times, he crashed heavily onto the marble floor dozens of meters away, creating a huge crater.

He struggled to get up, vomited a mouthful of blood, and then everything went black as he lost consciousness.

Sold out instantly.

The strongest guardian of the Kingdom of Lukenica, the pinnacle of world combat power.

It was flicked away by a finger.

The entire hall was deathly silent, like a real graveyard.

Those nobles and elders who had initially held onto a sliver of hope were utterly terrified; several of them fainted, their eyes rolling back in their heads.

"Tsk, this is boring. I thought that redhead could last a few more seconds."

Mordred yawned boredly.

"The 'strongest' in this closed-off sandbox approach ultimately has too narrow a perspective."

Morgan le Fay elegantly opened his black umbrella, his ruby ​​eyes coldly sweeping across the room.

"Arthur, the trash has been cleaned up. We can announce it now."

Luo Chen withdrew his hand, ignoring the fallen knight.

He turned around, took long strides, and walked step by step toward the half-elf girl who had been cowering in the corner the whole time, completely stunned with fear.

Emilia.

Her amethyst-like eyes reflected Luo Chen's approaching figure, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

The giant elf Puck on his shoulder had completely given up resisting, covering his eyes tightly with his two little paws, as if the terrifying man wouldn't exist if he couldn't see him.

"What...what exactly do you want to do...?"

Emilia swallowed hard, her voice barely audible.

Looking at Luo Chen's handsome, almost otherworldly face and his deep, crimson-gold vertical pupils, she felt a mix of confusion and fear.

"I already said that."

Luo Chen stopped in front of her without releasing any pressure.

On the contrary, his aura was extremely gentle at this moment, just like that of an ordinary traveler.

He reached out and gently pinched Emilia's pointed elven ears, his fingertips caressing her cool skin.

"ah!"

Emilia shrank back sensitively, her cheeks instantly turning red.

"I want you to be the king of this country."

Luo Chen's voice was deep and magnetic, yet carried an undeniable and absolute domineering quality.

"No need for those hypocritical noble votes, nor for the old dragon (Polkenney) hiding behind the waterfall to nod in approval."

"Because I chose you."

"From this moment forward, you are the sole ruler of this land."

"But...but I..."

Emilia frantically twisted her fingers.

She participated in the royal selection to break the curse of the Frozen Forest and prove that she was not the Witch of Envy.

But now, this man has used the most violent means to bring everything to a head.

"I am a half-elf...everyone hates me...how could they accept me..."

"Anyone who dares to deny it, I'll make that scene repeat itself on them."

Luo Chen released her ear, turned his head, and coldly swept his gaze over the elders of the Sages Association on the high platform.

"Do you have any objections?"

"No, no! Absolutely not! Lady Emilia is the new queen of our Kingdom of Lukenica! This is the will of the people! This is the destiny of heaven!"

Elder McCrotoff reacted the fastest, practically tumbling down from the platform and prostrating himself before Emilia, loudly announcing the results of the royal selection.

Seeing this, the other nobles dared not hesitate for a moment, and knelt down one after another, shouting "Long live the new king!"

Watching this dramatic scene unfold.

Subaru Natsuki, who had been hiding not far behind Emilia, was completely petrified at this moment.

His pitiful brain capacity was completely incapable of processing what was happening before his eyes.

What happened to the royal selection trial?

What happened to the male lead's ability to turn the tide?

What happened to the promised increase in affection level?!

The man in black flipped the table over and forcefully shoved the crown into Emilia's hands!

How the hell is he supposed to play like this?!

"You bastard..."

Natsuki Subaru gritted his teeth, his jealousy and resentment making him forget the fear of being kicked away by Mordred earlier.

I was just about to rush up and yell—

The moment he took his first step.

"--Shut up."

Scáthach's death-like gaze instantly locked onto Subaru Natsuki.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom didn't even use her weapons; a faint glimmer of purple-red magic flashed in her eyes.

"Ugh...!"

Natsuki Subaru felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, and the icy, bone-chilling aura of death directly invaded his soul.

He was horrified to discover that the "Witch's Fragrance (Return by Death)" within his body, which was originally used to reset time after death, was completely frozen in the face of this death energy!

Unable to speak or breathe, he could only writhe on the ground in agony, like a fish starving.

"Master, don't kill him. I still have some use for that stench on him (the curse of the Witch of Envy)."

Luo Chen glanced at Natsuki Subaru on the ground, then looked back at Emilia.

"Let's go, my new Queen."

Luo Chen reached out his hand to Emilia, a gentle yet possessive smile playing on his lips.

"The coronation ceremony is too boring, we won't participate."

"Now that you have this country, the price—"

"Your time from now on is mine."

"Hey? Wait, wait a minute! Where are we going?"

Emilia panicked as Luo Chen grabbed her hand, completely unable to resist his strength.

"Let me get you some new clothes."

Ishtar (the goddess of Venus), who had been watching the show from the sidelines, came over, her eyes darting around the white-haired half-elf.

"Your outfit is too plain! Now that you're queen, you should at least wear something gorgeous with gold thread! Luo Chen! Give me your black card! I'm going to buy out all the jewelry stores in this country!"

"Buy, buy, buy! Plenty to go!"

Luo Chen waved his hand.