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

The heavy oak doors of the Morning Dew Mansion slowly closed behind us.

A muffled thud seemed to toll a death knell for the fallen Oak family patriarch.

After the forced maintenance of the concept of "order" on Sunday disappeared, this "golden moment" began to reveal its true collapse.

The sky was no longer a false purplish-red; it was covered with black cracks like shattered glass.

The floating ice cream truck, the singing origami birds, and the guests lost in their dreams all fell into a deathly silence amidst the violent spatial tremors.

"What a fragile sandcastle."

Morgan le Fay opened his black magic umbrella to block the falling fragments of the dream.

Disgust was evident in the ruby ​​eyes.

"By forcibly stitching together the consciousness of billions of people into such a rudimentary logical framework, that winged bird-man is practically playing with fire by gambling with the souls of the entire galaxy."

"Arthur, if you had used even a fraction more force in that finger strike, the consciousness of this planet would probably have been completely evaporated."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Luo Chen stood with his hands in his trench coat pockets, stepping on the ever-cracking dreamlike floor tiles.

His steps were as steady as if he were walking in his own backyard.

"I only shattered the portion of 'administrator privileges' he used to control the dream world; the underlying server is left for the pioneers to repair slowly."

He turned his head and glanced at Liuying, who was following closely beside him.

The girl, now stripped of her "Sam" steel shell, was gazing at him with an extremely complex expression.

His eyes held a mixture of relief at surviving a catastrophe and awe of absolute power.

And a deep, unfathomable dependence that she herself was unaware of.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me? Do you think my profile is better looking than the script for your Star Core Hunters?"

Luo Chen's lips curled up slightly, his tone laced with a lazy and playful tone.

"Ah...no, that's not it..."

Like a startled rabbit, the firefly suddenly lowered its head, its cheeks instantly turning crimson.

She nervously twisted her fingers, the sound barely audible.

"I just... I just feel it's all so unreal. In Elio's prophecy, I'm destined to experience three 'deaths' in Pinocchio. It's an inescapable fate, an absolute cause and effect imprinted at the very core of the script."

She raised her head, her clear eyes glistening with tears, and stared intently at Luo Chen.

"But you...you just stood there, without even drawing your weapon, and easily crushed that monster that symbolized 'death' into pieces. My destiny, too, was shattered by you..."

"Mr. Luo Chen, who exactly are you?"

It's not just fireflies.

Huang Quan, standing behind, also turned his dark and empty eyes toward Luo Chen.

As a messenger burdened with the destiny of "nothingness," everything in Huang Quan's world appears as a grayish-white color, on the verge of extinction.

The only one was the man in black standing before them.

His existence, in Huang Quan's perception, was like a supermassive star frantically undergoing nuclear fusion.

That extreme sense of presence and vitality forcefully shut out the "nothingness" surrounding her.

Even the sword that had always longed to devour everything fell into a deathly silence.

Who am I?

Luo Chen stopped and turned around.

He met the gaze of two girls—one cursed by fate, the other corrupted by nothingness.

She smiled faintly.

"I'm just a passerby who's grown tired of tragedies."

"As for the fate and script you speak of..."

Luo Chen raised his right hand and gently tapped the air with his fingertips.

"In my universe, only what I allow to happen is called destiny. What I don't allow is just waste paper."

"So cool! Boss, what you just said was absolutely awesome!"

Xing, carrying a baseball bat, came over and circled around Luo Chen with shining eyes.

"So where do we go next? That guy named Sunday may have been defeated by you, but he doesn't seem to be planning to give up so easily. I feel like all the magic underground is surging in one place!"

"Your intuition is right, little raccoon."

Luo Chen reached out and ruffled the star-gray ahoge (cowlick).

He turned around, his gaze piercing through the countless collapsing dreamlike structures.

They locked onto that magnificent building in the distance, towering into the clouds as if it were about to pierce the entire sky.

Pinocchio Theatre.

That place is the sacred ground of the Tongxie family.

It is also the burial place of the remains of Taiyi, the Star God of Order.

"The bird with its broken wings is hiding in its old nest, trying to awaken an old power that doesn't belong to this era."

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils.

"Let's go, everyone."

"Since he insists on staging this clichéd 'false god descends' act, then we'll be the most demanding film critics for him."

Pinocchio Theatre. Center Stage.

This magnificent theater, capable of holding hundreds of thousands of people, has now been completely transformed.

The magnificent stands were covered with countless thick, dark golden crystalline thorns.

The dome was forcibly torn apart, revealing the imaginary turbulence at the deepest level of the dream.

Center stage.

Sunday is suspended in mid-air.

His once-neat dark blue suit was shattered, revealing his body covered in golden runes.

The geometric halo above his head was completely dyed the dark gold of [Order].

A pair of enormous wings, constructed entirely of magic, slowly unfurled behind him.

Each feather seems to be an eye gazing upon all living beings.

"Why... why can't you all understand!"

Sunday's sound lost its gentleness and became loud and mechanical.

It was as if countless voices overlapped and roared at the same time.

"Human beings are so fragile! Pain, betrayal, death... these meaningless tragedies unfold every day in this sea of ​​stars!"

"I just want to give them a beautiful dream where they will never get hurt! A dream where everyone can have equal happiness, and where there is no longer an absolute 'order' of the survival of the fittest!"

"Why...why are you refusing my aid?!"

Accompanied by desperate and frantic screams.

The entire underground space of the grand theater exploded!

A colossal statue, so enormous it defies description, slowly rose from the crack.

That was the embodiment of a dream, a fusion of the dual powers of harmony and order—

[Qi Xiang Choir - Sunday]!

The giant god's face was covered by a huge mask, and he held a scepter symbolizing judgment and command in his hand.

The oppressive aura emanating from it had even reached the threshold of becoming a Star God Envoy!

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

March 7th, having just stepped into the theater ruins, was so frightened that she immediately hid behind Mash's shield.

His voice was trembling.

"The magical energy emanating from it is a hundred times more terrifying than the Antimatter Legion's Doomsday Beast!"

"He sacrificed his soul, along with the countless subconscious minds within this dream, to the remnants of [Order]."

Dan Heng gripped the Cloud-Striking Spear tightly, his face ashen.

"He is no longer Sunday. He is attempting to forcibly revive the fallen [Order] Star God Taiyi within this dream!"

"The resurrected star god?"

Mordred, carrying the [Radiant King's Sword] which had been heavily modified by Alexandre Dumas, spat disdainfully.

"Just because you've made such a huge lump of iron, you think you're invincible? What a hopeless idiot!"

"Hey! Dad! This big guy is mine! I'll slit its mask in two!"

Xiao Mo didn't give him any time to react.

She exerted force with both legs, and the crystal ground beneath her feet instantly blasted a deep crater.

He transformed into a shooting star burning with crimson lightning, hurtling straight toward the giant god's face!

"—Smash it!!"

Mordred suddenly exerted force at his waist in mid-air, and his greatsword, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it tore through the air, slashed fiercely at the Colossus Mask.

"--quiet."

Sunday, hovering above the giant's chest, coldly uttered two words.

The giant slightly raised one arm, and a dark golden beam of light burst forth from his palm.

That is the power of [order].

Forcefully bring all the riotous energy back to calm.

clang--!!!

The moment the crimson lightning touched the dark golden beam of light, it was like punching cotton.

The kinetic energy of terror was forcibly absorbed and neutralized.

Mordred felt an irresistible recoil force and was sent flying backward.

He rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before he could barely steady himself with his sword.

"Damn it! What kind of defense is this?! It feels like all my power is being drained away when I hit it!"

Mordred gritted his teeth and shook his numb wrist.

"That's the suppression of the rules."

The Lion King, riding his divine steed, stared coldly at the giant god.

"Within its domain, any attack that involves 'destruction' or 'variability' will be forcibly neutralized by the concept of 'order'."

"To harm it, you must use a concept of equal or even higher dimension to hedge against it."

"In that case, let me give it a try."

Scáthach, wielding two purplish-black magic spears, vanished from her spot in an instant, leaving only afterimages.

The next second, she appeared on the side of the giant god.

"—The spear that pierces through death!"

The two demonic spears, imbued with the absolute concept of death, transformed into two streaks of light, piercing straight towards the giant's joints.

However, just as the demonic spear was about to strike...

Suddenly, a dense layer of musical score runes appeared around the giant god.

These runes created an absolute sound barrier, forcefully blocking Scáthach's Deaththorn Spear in mid-air.

Even the deathly aura on the tip of the spear was being forcibly "harmonized".

"A futile struggle."

On Sunday, he looked down at the crowd from his high vantage point, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

"Under the resounding voice of Taiyi, all will return to tranquility."

"Sleep now. Be my sheltered lamb in this eternal paradise."

The giant god raised his scepter high.

The entire dream dome began to collapse downwards.

A highly viscous golden rain of light, imbued with potent hypnotic and consciousness-assimilating abilities, poured down.

"Oh no! This is a meme attack involving psychological interference!"

Leonardo da Vinci shouted anxiously into the communicator.

"Ritsuka! Mashu! Close your eyes! If you get touched by the rain of light, your consciousness will be forcibly brainwashed, turning you into a dream puppet!"

"Mash! Deploy your shield!"

Ritsuka shouted.

"Yes! [The hazy white chalk wall]!"

Mashu raised the cross-shaped shield high, using all her strength to create a blue magical barrier.

But the penetrating power of that light rain was simply too strong.

The barrier began to tremble violently the moment it came into contact with the rain of light.

Blood trickled from the corner of Mashu's mouth, and her knees buckled.

"With this level of 'order,' you dare to spout nonsense in front of me?"

A calm yet infinitely arrogant voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

Amidst a shower of golden light.

Luo Chen finally moved.

He neither drew the holy sword from his waist nor took out the holy spear.

He simply pulled his hands out of his trench coat pockets.

He took a slow step forward.

With this step taken.

The entire dream world of Pinocchio seemed to have been paused.

A torrent of golden light.

A giant god holding his scepter high.

Even the mad compassion in Sunday's eyes.

Everything froze completely at this moment.

Huang Quan stood behind Luo Chen, his usually dull eyes suddenly widening.

She saw it.

Beneath the man's feet was not the dilapidated theater floor.

Instead, it was a rapidly expanding cosmic star map, so profound that even her "nothingness" trembled!

【Simulated Star Chart - Star Truth - Avalon】-Full Authority - Unfold!

"Sunday."

Luo Chen raised his head, his crimson-gold vertical pupils showing no emotion whatsoever.

It's like looking at a piece of substandard industrial waste.

"You keep saying that humanity is fragile, and that order should be used to smooth over all sorrow."

"Have you ever considered that your so-called 'perfect order' is, in my eyes, less than a plastic bag for collecting trash?"

Luo Chen slowly raised his right hand.

There was no dazzling magical light in the palm of his hand.

There is only one kind of extremely terrifying [absolute mass], which causes the surrounding space to collapse visibly.

"The rules you're talking about are rules you set yourself."

Luo Chen's fingers clenched into a fist.

"And my rules are specifically designed to crush you!"

Sunday was filled with terror.

Luo Chen didn't even jump.

He simply stood there, facing the colossal figure of the "Qi Xiang Choir," hundreds of meters tall, suspended in mid-air.

Remotely.

He threw a punch.

Thump—! ! ! ! !

There was no loud explosion.

There was only one extremely muffled sound, like the initial stage of the Big Bang!

Luo Chen's fist wind directly pulled out a dark vacuum fault in space.

That fault, moving faster than the speed of light, ruthlessly tore apart all the defensive runes, the sound barrier, and the so-called absolute laws of "order" surrounding the giant!

"No... Impossible!! My dream of Taiyi!!"

A heart-wrenching scream was heard on Sunday.

Everyone was speechless.

The enormous pseudo-god, which had fused with the power of the Star God, made contact with Luo Chen's fist wind the instant...

Like a piece of porcelain struck by a heavy hammer.

Starting from his chest, countless cracks quickly spread throughout his body.

Crack... Bang!!!

The colossal body, hundreds of meters tall, exploded in mid-air!

It transformed into countless golden specks of light and fragmented code.

It was like a beautiful, heavy snowfall.

One punch.

It was just a punch thrown from a distance.

Pinocchio's deepest nightmare, the ultimate trump card hidden by the Harmony family.

It was thus completely and utterly erased, both physically and conceptually.

Sunday lost all its strength.

It fell from mid-air like a bird with broken wings, crashing heavily into the ruins.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and could no longer move.

The entire room fell silent.

Liu Ying covered her mouth, staring blankly at the back of the figure that had withdrawn its fist.

Huang Quan's hand gripping the hilt of the knife was trembling.

That's not fear.

It was a testament to the awe-inspiring power that surpassed even that of the Star Gods.

"call……"

Luo Chen flicked his wrist.

He turned to look at the crowd behind him, who were completely dumbfounded.

A relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, I've smashed the annoying speaker."

"Now, can we go back and get some late-night snacks?"

"I heard that this hotel has a pretty good dessert called 'Sweet Dream Syrup' in their room service."