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

As Luo Chen uttered his arrogant declaration that resounded through the heavens, the golden barrier in front of the Starry Sky Train emitted a tremendous cracking sound, like a glacier collapsing.

That was not simply physical breakage.

On Walter and Himeko's observation screens, the concept of "absolute rejection" that enveloped the entire Onfaros star system resembled a curtain branded through by a red-hot iron.

It curls and melts outwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is this... Mr. Luo Chen's true strength?"

Walter's grip on the Star of Eden tightened slightly.

As a former Herrscher of Reason, he could clearly see that what Luo Chen had just released was not an "attack," but a "definition."

Using his own cosmic perspective, the man forcibly demarcated a "legal territory" that belonged to him in this lawless land that even the Star Gods could not observe.

"Conductor, prepare for landing."

Himeko decisively issued the order, her eyes sparkling with the excitement unique to pioneers.

"Now that the door is open, it would be a shame not to go in and take a look; it would be a disservice to this 'nameless guest' who cleared the way."

"Understood! The train is about to enter the Onphalus atmosphere. Passengers, please be seated!"

Rumbling--

The Star Train followed the crack torn open by Luo Chen, leaving a long trail as it plunged into this world filled with ancient mythology.

Onphalus. The central square of the outer city-state of Thebes.

The rain of blood and mechanical debris had just fallen.

It crashed onto the pristine white marble streets, staining the exquisite reliefs depicting the deeds of the gods red.

The original inhabitants of the square—humans in linen robes, centaurs, and low-ranking demigods—were all kneeling on the ground in terror.

He raised his head, trembling, and looked at the train descending from the sky like a steel behemoth.

And the group of "godslayers" who stepped out of the train.

"The concentration of ether in the air is very high, even purer than some of the ancient relics of Britain."

Morgan le Fey stepped off the Starship landing board in spotless black high heels.

His ruby-like eyes swept coldly over the massive temples in the ancient Greek style, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"But this way of circulating magic is too rigid. It's as if someone has forcibly dictated its direction with a ruler, devoid of any vitality. This city is like a lifeless object that has been preserved as a specimen."

"Because this is the 'Eternal Land'."

Luo Chen walked at the front, his deep crimson-gold vertical pupils scrutinizing the three enormous suns of different colors overhead.

"Refusing change, refusing death, fixing everything in a so-called 'perfect' state. This kind of deplorable bonsai aesthetic is somewhat similar to that birdman named Sunday."

"Boss! Look over there!"

Xing, carrying a baseball bat, darted around like a curious child.

She pointed to a row of white jade pillars at the edge of the square, her eyes shining brightly.

"Under those pillars, there's a ceramic jar with gold trim! This must be a hidden treasure of this world, right? Can I break it open and take a look?"

"You can try it. But if some three-headed dog jumps out, I'm not responsible for burying it."

Luo Chen replied casually, and pulled Liu Ying, who had been following closely behind him, to his side.

Today, Liu Ying is still wearing that off-white knitted sweater.

She looked around uneasily at the civilians kneeling on the ground, their eyes filled with fear.

"Mr. Luo Chen...aren't we going too far by barging in like this? The residents here seem quite afraid of us."

"Fear is normal. Because in their minds, we have just killed their 'sky'."

Luo Chen did not try to appease the civilians.

He knew all too well what kind of closed, divine society was.

"Firefly, remember this. In this world, compassion is the cheapest thing. The gods here won't spare you because of your kindness; they'll only use it as a weakness to exploit."

He reached out and gently pinched the back of Liuying's neck.

The warm touch made the girl's body tremble slightly, and the unease in her heart miraculously subsided.

"Stay close to me. Here, you don't need to worry about anyone else. You just need to watch my back."

"……Um!"

Liu Ying nodded vigorously, her cheeks flushed, and she grabbed the hem of Luo Chen's trench coat tightly with her other hand.

Just as we were chatting, a heavy and uniform rumble suddenly came from the end of the street ahead.

It wasn't footsteps.

It was the sound of some heavy metal wheels rolling over a stone pavement.

"A bastard is coming."

Mordred immediately slung the [Radiant King's Sword] over her shoulder, her emerald eyes blazing with excited fighting spirit.

"Dad, isn't it my turn to make a move this time? Those birdmen in the sky weren't even worth a bite!"

"Don't rush, Xiao Mo. The people coming are quite a big shot."

Scáthach stood on the other side of Luo Chen, her twin pistols already materialized.

The tip of the gun reflected a deadly purple light in the sunlight.

The roar was getting closer.

A heavily armed legion appeared at the end of the street.

They did not ride horses, but drove chariots made of bronze and some kind of luminescent mineral.

The chariot was engraved with intricate lightning and fire totems.

On the largest bronze chariot in the very center stood a tall man wearing dark gold heavy armor and holding a huge scepter.

He wore a bronze mask that only showed half of his face.

The exposed eye gleamed with an almost mechanical coldness and fervor.

"I am Agamemnon, commander of the Third Divine Punishment Army under the divine king Onphalus!"

The chariot stopped fifty meters away from the group.

The tall man raised his scepter, his voice booming like rolling thunder across the square.

"Villains from a foreign land! How dare you slaughter the divine guards who protect the heavens and trample the laws of the Eternal Land!"

"The loom of fate has revealed your sins! Today, you will be burned by divine fire here, and your souls will be cast into the endless abyss!"

With a roar, hundreds of bronze chariots behind him simultaneously turned around.

The cannon-like device at the front of the chariot began to frantically gather blinding fire magic.

"Agamemnon? That name sounds so familiar."

March 7th peeked out from behind Mashu's shield, revealing her little pink head.

"Isn't this the unfortunate king from the Trojan War who stole someone else's wife... no, he stole the spoils of war and was then killed by his own wife?"

"Be careful with your words, March."

Danheng gripped his spear tightly.

"This is a mythical world on another planet. Although the name is similar, the power they possess is absolutely incomparable to that of Earth's mythology."

"You talk too much nonsense."

Facing the hundreds of magic cannons about to fire, Luo Chen didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply turned his head and looked at Artoria and the Lion King standing on his left.

"Lia. That guy just said he was going to subject us to 'divine punishment'."

"As Kings of Britain, do you think this level of display is worthy of the word?"

Saber remained silent.

She simply and silently removed the Wind King's Barrier from the Holy Sword.

The dazzling golden starlight illuminated the entire square in an instant.

Its pure nobility and majesty even overshadowed the imposing bronze chariot opposite.

"True sanctions never rely on sheer numbers to create a show of force."

The Lion King was even more direct.

She rode atop her divine steed, the white holy spear [Rungomminiad] slightly raised.

The spearhead was pointed directly at the commander named Agamemnon.

"Divine punishment? For defective products like you whose own will is twisted?"

"Master, give the order. I will use the brilliance of the Holy Lance to purify these blasphemous madmen, along with their chariots, into nothingness."

"Then let's get started. Clean it up thoroughly."

Luo Chen snapped his fingers.

"Arrogant! Open fire!!"

Agamemnon was thoroughly enraged by Luo Chen's complete disregard.

He swung the scepter down abruptly.

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

Hundreds of thick pillars of fire erupted instantly.

Like a tangible sea of ​​fire, it swept over Luo Chen and the others in an overwhelming manner.

The sea of ​​fire was even mixed with some kind of causal curse that "must hit".

However, just as the sea of ​​fire was about to engulf them—

"—Excalibur!!"

"—Rhongomyniad!!

One gold and one white.

Two terrifying torrents, each capable of reaching a city or even a star, burst forth from Luo Chen's left and right sides!

No suspense.

There was no stalemate.

That seemingly massive sea of ​​fire paled in comparison to these two ultimate rays of light, representing the planet's breath and the world's anchor.

It's like a matchstick that's been doused with liquid nitrogen.

It couldn't even last a second.

It was instantly and completely evaporated!

Not only that.

The two beams of light continued their momentum, piercing straight through the formation of hundreds of bronze chariots!

"What?!"

Agamemnon's eye that was exposed outside the mask widened instantly.

His proud Third Divine Punishment Army.

Those bronze chariots were blessed with absolute defense by the gods.

The instant they came into contact with those two beams of light.

Like a paper toy, along with the soldiers on it.

It was easily torn to pieces and melted into molten iron!

"No...this is impossible! The threads of fate clearly did not indicate that you possess such power!"

Agamemnon roared in disbelief as he watched the formation being wiped out in an instant.

He suddenly pulled out a dagger wrapped with golden threads from his waist.

That was the [Blade of Death] bestowed upon him by the three Fates.

"Since magic is ineffective, then let fate decide your fate!"

He suddenly slashed his wrist and smeared the blood on the dagger.

"The loom of fate has broken!"

As he moved, countless thin lines emitting an eerie golden light suddenly appeared around Luo Chen and the others.

They were densely intertwined in the void, trying to connect to their bodies.

"These lines...are trying to rewrite our spirit origin state?!"

Morgan frowned and immediately opened the magic umbrella in his hand.

The fairy's magic transformed into a shield that enveloped everyone.

But those golden threads ignored the magic shield and pierced straight through.

"Watch out! This is a weapon based on causality!"

Walter shouted a reminder.

The gravitational waves from the Star of Eden have no effect on these intangible lines.

"Hahaha! It's useless!"

Agamemnon stood on his chariot, laughing wildly.

"This is the thread of fate woven by the three Fates themselves! Once touched by it, your past, present, and future will be forcibly woven into the fundamental laws of Onphalus!"

"You will lose all your power and become mortals at the mercy of the gods!"

"The threads of fate?"

Just when everyone was struggling with this strange attack.

Luo Chen suddenly chuckled softly.

He did not dodge.

Instead, she proactively extended her right hand, letting the golden threads wrap around her arm.

"Luo Chen! Get out of the way!"

Firefly cried out in fright and tried to rush over to pull him away.

"Don't move."

Luo Chen stopped Liu Ying from doing that.

He looked at the gold threads on his arm that were trying to burrow into his skin and rewrite his concept of existence.

A hint of extreme contempt flashed in his crimson-gold vertical pupils.

"Do you indigenous gods have some misunderstanding about the word 'fate'?"

Luo Chen's five fingers slowly closed.

At this moment, the [Third Star Particle Body] within his body emitted a terrifying low rumble, like that of a supernova explosion.

【Simulated Star Chart - Star Truth - Avalon】—Partial Concept Reversal!

"So-called destiny is a set of rules built upon your fragile little sandbox."

"And I..."

Luo Chen's hand clenched tightly!

"—We're here to smash this sand table!"

Snap!

A sound that was extremely crisp, as if some core law had broken.

It exploded directly over the entire sky above Onfaros!

Under Agamemnon's ghostly gaze.

The golden threads of fate wrapped around Luo Chen's arm failed to rewrite his concepts.

Instead, they resembled strands of cotton being thrown into a meat grinder.

From the moment it touched Luo Chen's skin.

It broke apart inch by inch!

Shatter!

Vanish into nothingness!

"This...this is impossible!!"

Agamemnon let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The breaking of the thread of fate had a powerful causal backlash that directly affected his soul.

The [Blade of Death] in his hand exploded into a pile of scrap metal.

His hand was blown to pieces.

"You think you can bind me with this level of causality?"

Luo Chen withdrew his hand and patted off non-existent dust from his trench coat.

He looked up, his gaze traversing the distance.

They locked onto Agamemnon, who was paralyzed on his chariot.

"—Get down here."

Luo Chen didn't even make any attacking move.

He merely moved his lips.

boom!

A superposition of pure gravity and mass that cannot be described in any language.

It descended upon Agamemnon in an instant.

That indestructible bronze chariot, crafted by the gods.

In that instant, it was compressed into a thin iron disc!

Agamemnon was even forcibly pulled off the chariot by this force.

With a "bang".

It landed face-first on the stone path in front of Luo Chen.

It smashed a deep crater in the ground.

"Cough..."

Agamemnon's bones groaned under the immense pressure.

He looked up in terror at the man in black who was slowly walking toward him.

At that moment, he finally understood.

He was not facing any foreign madmen at all.

This is a true monster that can crush even fate with its bare hands!

"I've heard that your God-King established absolute order in this place?"

Luo Chen walked to the edge of the large pit.

Looking down from his high vantage point at Agamemnon, who was like a lump of mud.

He casually placed one foot on the other person's proud bronze mask.

Apply slight force.

Click.

The shattered fragments of the mask pierced into flesh.

Luo Chen looked at his one terrified eye and a cruel, arrogant smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Go back and tell that guy sitting on the throne."

"From this moment forward, I will be in charge of order in this place."

"Wash your neck clean and wait patiently in the temple."

"Because... I'm going to take that broken chair of his right away."