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

Chapter 474 The Archbishop of Sin's First Experience of "Despair"

The early summer breeze wafted through the half-open stained-glass windows of the fairy palace, carrying the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard, mingled with magical fluorescent light.

The kitchen was bustling with activity.

"The two new little girls are pretty quick on their feet! Woof!"

Tamamo Cat's fox ears twitched merrily.

She was tossing a frying pan bigger than herself, the monster meat chunks inside sizzling and oozing oil.

"However, I still need to practice my knife skills! In the cat's kitchen, the thickness of each carrot slice cannot exceed 0.1 millimeters!"

"...Yes, Tamamo-neko-senpai."

Ram responded expressionlessly.

She was chopping vegetables with her head down, her short pink hair swaying slightly.

Those red eyes, which always looked tired, were now surprisingly bright.

She could clearly feel that the newly grown demon horn on the left side of her forehead was constantly drawing magic power from the dense source of energy around her.

The emptiness that had once made me feel powerless was completely swept away.

Instead, there is a sense of fulfillment in daring to confront even higher-ranking demons head-on.

That man in black—not only gave her a new life, but also directly raised the upper limit of her bloodline!

"Sister, you're cutting too fast, be careful not to hurt your hand."

Rem was washing dishes by the sink, her light blue eyes filled with undisguised joy.

As long as I can be with my sister, as long as she stops suffering—

Let alone being a maid, she would be willing to fight the Demon Pillars to the death.

"What's there to worry about?"

Rias walked over carrying a stack of bone china plates, her tone teasing.

"Ram's current magic concentration is higher than that of us pure-blooded demons. Lord Luo Chen's favors are never reasonable. To be chosen to stay is already an immense blessing."

Ram stopped wielding his knife and looked through the sliding door into the hall.

The man was sitting on the sofa, letting the silver-haired half-elf blush as he adjusted the collar of his trench coat.

"Yes..." Ram murmured to himself.

"This is the real... miracle."

……

10:00 AM.

Lukenica, the capital city, central avenue.

As the political and economic center of the "Pro-Dragon Kingdom," this city has never experienced such a dramatic psychological rollercoaster.

yesterday--

The ceremony for the selection of the king was forcibly interrupted.

The Royal Guard was unilaterally crushed.

Even the legendary undefeated swordsman Reinhard knelt down and vomited blood after being struck by that man's single finger.

Emilia, the half-elf who was always hated by the world and regarded as the "reincarnation of the witch of jealousy," was directly placed on the throne under absolute power!

now--

Luo Chen held Emilia's hand as they walked along the most bustling street in the capital.

The air on the whole street seemed to freeze.

There was no pointing fingers or whispering.

There were no whispers.

The vendors and pedestrians on both sides saw the black trench coat and the silver hair—

They parted to the sides like Moses parting the sea.

Everyone lowered their heads in unison.

Many people knelt down on both knees, trembling as they performed the deepest salute.

Fear is the most direct reaction to absolute violence.

"Luo Chen..."

Emilia looked at the people's extremely awe-inspiring demeanor, a hint of unease flashing in her amethyst eyes.

She instinctively shrank closer to Luo Chen, her fingers gripping his sleeve tightly.

"Everyone... seems to be afraid of you. Or rather... afraid of me?"

She once longed to be treated equally by the world.

But this almost pathological reverence now leaves her feeling somewhat lost.

"Being afraid is the right thing to do."

Luo Chen didn't suppress his aura; he put his arm around her shoulder and half-embraced her.

His crimson-gold vertical pupils swept over the kneeling crowd, his tone flat and emotionless.

"The humans of this world have been tamed into sheep by the so-called 'Dragon Pact.' Reasoning with sheep is useless; only by showing them the fangs of a lion will they obediently follow."

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against Emilia's cool earlobe, his voice deep and seductive.

"You don't need to please them, Emilia. You are my king; they only need to learn to look up to you and obey you—that's enough."

"But... such a king..."

Emilia bit her lower lip, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Don't listen to your father's nonsense, Emilia."

Mordred walked behind with his hands behind his head, chewing on some roasted meat he had picked up from the roadside.

"What Dad means is, might makes right! Look at those guys who used to dare throw stones at you, now they don't even dare look you in the eye—isn't that satisfying?"

"Xiao Mo's explanation was a bit rough, but it's not entirely wrong."

Artoria was wearing a blue and white dress and holding an oversized candied hawthorn skewer in her hand.

"Imperial authority is the cornerstone of royal power. Only after establishing absolute rule and order, and then implementing benevolent governance, will the people truly be grateful. Blind gentleness will only be met with increasingly treacherous betrayal."

This knight king, once troubled by "not understanding people's hearts"—

After this period of "family influence," the concept of benevolent rule has clearly undergone subtle changes.

"Did you hear that? Even Saber said that."

Luo Chen smiled and was about to take Emilia to the jewelry store in front.

Just then—

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream came from around the corner of the market ahead.

The civilians who had been kneeling on both sides of the street fled back like madmen.

The breeze in the air froze instantly.

A foul stench, a mixture of rotting entrails and cheap spices, filled the air.

It possesses a malevolent power that can cause intense physical discomfort and mental pollution simply by smelling it.

"The brain is... trembling..."

"Diligent! So incredibly diligent!! For the trial! For the trial of love!!!"

Accompanied by a twisted, frenzied voice, as if the vocal cords had been sanded by sandpaper—

A thin man wearing a tattered dark green robe "floated" out from around the corner.

His skin was a sickly grayish-green, his eyes bulged out, and his bloodshot eyes stared intently ahead.

All ten fingers were bitten until they were bloody and raw, and blood dripped from the fingertips onto the stone pavement.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, constantly scratching his cheek with his blood-stained fingernails, tearing off pieces of skin and flesh.

The Archbishop of the Witch Cult——

Petit-Chius Romani-Conti, who embodies "sloth".

"It's the Witch Cult!!!"

"The Archbishop of Sin is coming! Run!!!"

Desperate cries erupted from the crowd.

In this world, the Cult of Witches is equivalent to a natural disaster, and the Archbishop of Sin symbolizes absolute death.

"Devil...Witch Cult?"

Emilia's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She harbored a deep-seated hatred and fear of this organization.

The Frozen Forest was completely destroyed by this group of madmen a hundred years ago.

She instinctively tried to summon ice magic, but Luo Chen firmly held her wrist down.

"What...what is this disgusting thing?"

Mordred tossed aside the unfinished roast meat and pinched her nose in disgust.

"Not only does he look like a zombie, but his ravings are even more repulsive than Rafe's. Dad, can I chop him to pieces with one sword?"

Artoria also put down the candied hawthorn.

A chilling killing intent flashed in his emerald eyes.

She could sense that the man before her, who resembled a clown jumping around, was entangled with the resentment and blood of countless innocent people.

"No rush."

Luo Chen put his hands back in his pockets, his crimson-gold vertical pupils silently watching the Archbishop of Sin, who was writhing wildly like a puppet on strings.

"It's rare to have such a dedicated 'clown' jump out to liven things up; killing him outright would be so boring."

Petruccius's bulging eyes finally locked onto Emilia, who was standing in the middle of the street.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

His body folded backward into an incredible obtuse angle, then sprang back like a spring.

Saliva sprayed out from the broken corner of his mouth.

"Half-elf! Vessel of a witch! Trial of love!!"

"You! How dare you ascend the throne without undergoing any trials?!"

"Arrogance! What arrogance!! This is a desecration of the Witch's love! An insult to our diligence!!!"

My brain is shaking!!! My brain is shaking ahhhhh!!!

He frantically banged his head against the wall, his forehead bleeding profusely.

Then he suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Luo Chen next to Emilia.

"You! You're the one who reeks of heresy, the one who bewitched the vessel?!"

"Unforgivable! As a lazy bishop, I must correct this error here! Offer your flesh and blood as a sacrifice to the great Lady Satella!"

With a frenzied roar, a chilling black magic erupted from his body.

"—The Invisible Hand!!!"

Dozens of enormous black demonic hands, made of pure witch miasma and invisible to the naked eye, surged out from behind Petruccius!

They possessed terrifying strength capable of turning steel into scrap metal, and like a spider web, they fiercely grabbed at Luo Chen and Emilia from all directions!

This is the power of "sloth"—

Invisible and intangible, impossible to defend against.

It can snap an enemy's neck without them even noticing!

"Die! Be crushed in this invisible love!!"

Petruccius let out a triumphant laugh.

however.

"Invisible?"

Luo Chen looked at the giant black hands that were baring their fangs and claws in the air as if they were a few noodles swaying in a breeze.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"To a frog at the bottom of a well, what it cannot see may be terrifying."

But for me—

Luo Chen didn't even try to dodge.

He simply raised his right hand slightly, and his five fingers clenched tightly in mid-air!

[Simulated Star Chart Creation - The Truth of the Stars - Concept Manifestation]!

Om-! ! !

A breathtakingly powerful purple-gold starlight erupted from Luo Chen's center!

Under the full coverage of the [Sandbox Two-Digit] domain—

The laws governing the surrounding space have been forcibly "redefined"!

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A piercing crackling sound of electricity rang out.

Those "invisible hands" that were originally invisible, undetectable even to high-ranking mages—

Within Luo Chen's Star Domain, he was forced to shed his conceptual disguise!

It looked like a transparent monster that had been sprinkled with developing powder.

Dozens of enormous arms covered in barbs and emitting a foul black stench—

It was clearly and utterly ridiculously exposed to everyone's view!

"Why?!"

Mordred was stunned for a moment, looking at the black hand that had suddenly appeared.

"What is this thing? It looks like a hairless giant spider leg. How dare you show this off like this?"

Artoria was also speechless.

She had originally intended to rely on her intuition to detect airflow for defense.

Upon closer inspection, the attack trajectory was so clear that even a novice swordsman could dodge it.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Petruccius's maniacal laughter came to an abrupt halt.

His bulging, dead-fish eyes were almost popping out of their sockets as he stared intently at the fully visible arms.

My brain completely shut down.

"My power...it was seen?! This is a grace bestowed by the Witch! It's absolute power that defies the laws of physics! Why...why was it forcibly revealed?!"

"Because of your so-called witch's grace—"

Luo Chen's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"In my universe, it's not even worth a fart."

He did not use any magic, nor did he draw the holy sword.

He simply extended his right hand, which was covered by the power of the Crimson Dragon Body, forward casually.

"Smack."

Luo Chen's hand casually grasped one of the "invisible hands" that was at the forefront.

That monstrous hand, powerful enough to crush armored vehicles—

In his palm, it was like a fragile biscuit stick, unable to even tremble.

"You just said you wanted to crush us?"

Luo Chen's cold voice tolled like the death knell deep within Petitchius's soul.

"Then I'll let you experience firsthand what it truly means to 'crush' something."

Apply slight force to the wrist.

"—Break it off for me."

Snap!

"Aa ...

Petitschius let out a heart-wrenching scream!

Luo Chen not only crushed the demonic hand, but also connected the demonic hand with his own consciousness—

It directly transmitted the destructive force into the depths of Petruccius's spirit core!

The crushed demonic hand vanished into black smoke.

Petruccius's own right arm also exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a "bang" at the same time!

Bones and rotten flesh were scattered all over the ground!

"It hurts! It hurts so much! My brain is shaking!!"

Petitschius was writhing on the ground in agony, his only remaining hand gripping the stone slabs so tightly that his fingernails were completely broken.

His proud power.

He prided himself on being an agent of the gods.

In front of this man—

It was utterly crushed by the most savage and violent physical means!

"Dad, don't get your hands dirty, leave this trash to me!"

Mordred licked his lips excitedly and dragged his greatsword forward.

"Need not."

Luo Chen dusted off his hands and looked down at the Bishop of Sloth convulsing in a pool of blood.

There was not a trace of pity in his crimson-gold vertical pupils.

"Kill his dirty hands."

"And—he has a really annoying passive skill. As long as his soul doesn't perish, he can possess someone with micro-elf potential and continue to disgust them."

Natsuki Subaru, who had just arrived from hiding in a corner, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

For some reason, he always felt that if that madman wasn't completely dead, he would most likely be the first one to be possessed!

Possession?

Artoria frowned slightly.

"In that case, his soul, along with his very concept, must be completely erased."

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Luo Chen slowly raised his hand, and a ball of blue-white light shone like a star in his palm.

The Third Magic: Heaven's Feel.

"No...don't..."

Petruccius sensed the absolute power contained within that radiance, a power capable of erasing all existence from its very source.

He finally felt fear.

That was an abyss that brought him even more despair than the witch's punishment.

"You can't kill me! I am Lady Satella's apostle! If you kill me, the witch will surely unleash the most terrifying...!"

"Satella?"

Luo Chen scoffed, directly interrupting his last words.

"That crazy woman whose cause and effect I severed through the internet?"

"Don't worry. After I remove this disgusting probe of yours, I'll personally go to that sealed shrine and perform a ritual to help her pass on to the afterlife as well."

"Now, take your laughable love—and tremble in the real hell."

Luo Chen flicked his finger.

Om-! ! !

The blue-white third magical radiance transformed into a shooting star and plunged directly into Petruccius's brow!

"Lady Satella————————!!!"

The final, desperate cry.

Petitschius's body did not explode.

Instead, it emitted a blinding white light from within.

His body.

His soul.

The witch factor within him.

He possesses other people's "concepts"—