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

【The Vanity of the Sky Garden】, Central Hall.

As Karna dissipated into golden spiritual particles, the pillar supporting the last hope of the Red Team collapsed.

The hall was deathly silent, with only the crackling of electrical sparks coming from the damaged control panel.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada knelt on the ground, his hands bracing against the cold stone slab, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Sixty years of unwavering dedication, all the preparations made for the salvation of all mankind, ultimately became nothing but a mirage in the face of absolute power.

"It's over..."

Amakusa murmured softly, his eyes, which once burned with fervent flames, now only showed ashes and death.

He did not become hysterical, nor did he beg Luo Chen for mercy.

As the young leader who once led the Shimabara Rebellion, he was already accustomed to the taste of failure and death.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked towards the side of the main hall.

That place was his only source of guilt.

"Assassin..."

Amakusa's voice was hoarse and weak.

Semiramis, nailed to the stone pillar, was looking at him with an extremely complex expression.

Morgan snorted coldly, seemingly sensing that the drama was about to end. She snapped her fingers, dispelling the gravitational shackles that were pressing down on the Empress.

"Since the outcome is already decided, I'll grant you some final dignity."

Semiramis, having lost her support, slid off the pillar.

But she did not collapse.

The proud Assyrian empress, despite her weakened state, walked step by step to Amakusa Shiro.

She ignored Luo Chen, who had taken away her garden, and she didn't even look at Morgan, who had a cold expression on his face.

In her eyes, there was only this young priest covered in blood.

"How ugly, Master."

Semiramis knelt down and gently pulled Amakusa Shiro's head into her arms, letting him rest his head on her knees.

Her voice still carried the arrogance of an empress, but the hand that caressed Amakusa's cheek was so tender it was heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry... Semiramis."

Amakusa, sensing that familiar aroma, closed her eyes with a bitter smile:

"I lost. Not only did I fail to save you, but I also dragged you into this inevitable end."

"I... am an unqualified Master."

"Yes, you really are a hopeless fool."

Semiramis looked down at him, her golden eyes welling up with tears:

"For that vague and unattainable wish, he was willing to be an enemy of the whole world, and even drag me down with him."

"but……"

The Empress lowered her head and gently kissed Amakusa's blood-stained forehead:

"This is precisely why I chose you."

"It's not for that wish, it's simply because... it's your dream."

"Even if it's poisoned wine, as long as it's handed to me by you, I would gladly drink it."

Amakusa was stunned.

In the final moments of his life, he finally realized that he had been pursuing that distant miracle, but had neglected the most precious poisonous flower beside him.

"If there is an afterlife..."

Amakusa's voice grew fainter and fainter, and his body began to dissipate into specks of light.

"Don't talk about the afterlife, you idiot."

Semiramis embraced his vanishing body, and in doing so, relinquished his spirit origin.

As a Servant, she did not wish to live alone after her Master's demise.

"I will accompany you on your journey to the underworld."

"This is... a gift from the Empress."

Their figures overlapped.

In a soft glow, the star-crossed lovers, who had burned themselves out for their delusions, vanished into nothingness together.

……

Luo Chen watched this scene quietly without disturbing it.

Only after the two had completely disappeared did he turn around and walk toward the Great Grail that was still floating in the center.

"Take care."

Luo Chen said it casually.

This is the victor's final tribute to the loser.

He then placed his hand on the core of the Greater Grail.

"System, recycle."

[Ding! High concentration of magical energy detected (Aeon Flu, Third Magic System).]

[Parsing... Parsing complete.]

[Ding! Item detected: The Third Law - Heaven's Cup (Schematic Diagram)]

[Initiating synchronization.]

Om-! ! !

A tremor originating from the very core swept through my entire body.

The magic power on Luo Chen instantly surged, and the crimson dragon essence intertwined with the pure white magic circuits, forming a mystery that transcended the concept of "magic".

He is usurping.

It's not just magic, but the core function of the Greater Grail—the Third Magic, Heaven's Feel.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained full access to the 'Third Magic: Soul Materialization'.]

[Host's class advancement: Magician.]

[The Crimson Dragon template's magic attribute has undergone a qualitative change: it now possesses the property of 'infinity'.]

Luo Chen opened his eyes.

A halo of dark blue light had appeared deep within those originally crimson-gold vertical pupils.

He raised his hand, and in his palm, a ball of blue and white flame was burning quietly.

"This is... the third magic?"

Morgan, standing nearby, sensed that power and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"No rituals, no sacrifices, you have directly grasped the truth of the materialization of the soul... Arthur, your existence is now infinitely close to the will of the planet."

"Just a tool."

Luo Chen casually clenched his fist, and the ball of flame merged into his palm.

He turned around and looked at Joan of Arc, who had been standing in the corner with a complicated expression.

The holy flag in her hand had already been lowered.

"it's over……"

Joan of Arc murmured softly.

As Ruler, her duty is to maintain order in the Holy Grail War.

Now that Luo Chen has taken control of the Greater Grail and there is no longer any risk of it getting out of control, the war has essentially come to an end.

And he's right.

Amakusa's act of providing relief was wrong.

While Luo Chen's vision of "humanity's future" may be domineering, it is the right path.

"What's wrong, Miss Saint?"

Luo Chen walked up to Joan of Arc.

At this moment, his natural charm, coupled with the mystery of his recent promotion to mage, made Jeanne d'Arc even afraid to look him in the eye.

"I...I've completed my mission."

Joan of Arc lowered her head, her hands clasped together, her voice hoarse:

"Now that the Greater Grail is safe, I should... return to my seat."

She is not a Servant with a physical body, but a Heroic Spirit possessing a girl named Leticia.

Once the war is over, she has no reason to continue possessing this innocent girl's body.

"return?"

Luo Chen smiled.

That smile held the satisfaction of a hunter seeing his prey fall into his trap.

He reached out and gently lifted Joan's chin, forcing her to look at him:

"Are you in such a hurry to go back and report to the god who assigned you a bunch of messy tasks and then had to watch you get burned at the stake?"

"You mustn't insult the Lord!" Joan of Arc retorted instinctively, but when she looked into Luo Chen's deep eyes, her confidence instantly waned by half.

Joan of Arc.

Luo Chen's voice became incredibly gentle, a whisper from a demon, yet also a gift from a god:

"You gave everything for France, for the Lord."

"Even as Ruler in this world, I still have to work hard for the future of humanity."

"but……"

Luo Chen leaned closer to her face, their noses touching, their breaths mingling:

"Was there even a single second when you lived for the girl 'Jeanne Dalque' herself?"

Joan of Arc's pupils trembled violently.

For yourself?

As a village girl? As an ordinary young woman? To love, to hate, to live?

She never dared to have such a wish.

She was a saint chosen by God, and her life belonged to the Lord.

"God doesn't need you, because God is omnipotent."

Luo Chen forcefully wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace without leaving a gap:

"But I need you."

Joan of Arc's heart skipped a beat.

"My family has a queen (Morgan), a knight king (Artoria), and a dragon (Melsen)."

Luo Chen looked down at her panicked eyes:

"Now... we still need a saintess to keep them in check and occasionally listen to my confessions."

"Most importantly, Joan of Arc, haven't you realized how adorable you are? I'm completely smitten with you..."

boom!

Joan of Arc's mind went blank.

Is this a confession of love? This is definitely a confession of love!

And it happened in front of so many people!

Morgan stood with his arms crossed and a cold smile, Artoria wore a maternal grin, and Melosin puffed out her cheeks...

"I...I..."

Joan of Arc blushed and tried to push Luo Chen away, but her body went completely limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

Surrounded by Luo Chen's warm embrace and captivating scent, the defenses of her lifelong faith finally cracked.

That crevice was filled with something called "girlish sentiment".

but……

"But I can't..." Joan of Arc's eyes welled up with tears. "This body belongs to Leticia. I must return it to her. I..."

"Who said you wanted to take over her body?"

Luo Chen interrupted her dilemma.

He raised his other hand, and in his palm, the blue-white light representing the [Third Magic] shone brightly once more.

"Look closely, Joan of Arc."

"This is the 'miracle' I've given you."

"Immortality, immortality, and the materialization of the soul."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Luo Chen lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It was a kiss imbued with the nature of a vow, and also a medium for activating magic.

"Ugh!!"

Joan of Arc's eyes widened, and the holy banner in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Om-!

The moment their lips met, a vast yet gentle torrent of magic, guided by Luo Chen, flowed into the depths of Joan of Arc's soul.

Third spell activated.

The soul no longer needs to rely on the body, but is directly woven into substantial flesh and blood by higher-dimensional magic.

A flash of light.

The two figures separated in the radiance.

A figure collapsed softly, caught by the quick-thinking Artoria—it was the original owner of the body, Leticia.

She simply fell into a deep sleep and was completely unharmed.

Meanwhile, another figure was still being held tightly in Luo Chen's arms.

That was Jeanne Darc, who possessed a brand new body and truly descended into the world.

After the initial stiffness, feeling the real heartbeat and body temperature, Joan of Arc's taut string, which had been stretched taut all her life, finally snapped.

She slowly closed her eyes, awkwardly and shyly wrapping her arms around Luo Chen's neck, responding to this domineering yet tender kiss.

Lord...please forgive me.

Just this once... I want to follow this man for myself.

……

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Joan of Arc leaned against Luo Chen's chest, her face as red as a ripe apple, and she didn't dare to look up at the people around her.

"Hmph, it just turned out like this."

Morgan walked over and looked at Joan of Arc, who had taken on a physical form. Although he looked disgusted, he didn't show any real anger.

She reached out and pinched Joan's burning cheek:

"Now that you've accepted this responsibility, you're a member of the family."

"From now on, you'll be in charge of the prayer room at home. But remember, don't hog Arthur for too long at night, and always follow the order of arrival."

"Miss Morgan!" Joan of Arc was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

"Welcome to the team, Joan of Arc."

Artoria settled Leticia into a chair nearby and walked over with a smile:

"This is really going to be interesting. I knew Luo Chen wouldn't let you go."

"Master is a big pervert!"

Melusin spun in the air, "Isn't having me enough? Why do we need a Saintess? A Saintess isn't as delicious as a dragon!"

Luo Chen laughed heartily, taking in the sight of the beautiful women in the room.

The Greater Grail is in hand, the third spell is complete, and the Saintess conquest is finished.

This war against foreign powers has completely turned into his backyard.

"Okay, stop fooling around."

Luo Chen looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky:

"Now that the Greater Grail has been retrieved, there's no need to leave this Hanging Garden in the sky."

"Prepare for landing."

"We should go and have a serious talk with Chief Danic on the ground about the issues of 'post-war reparations' and 'territorial cession'."