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

The caravan did not move quickly on its way to Thiers.

It wasn't because the journey was difficult, but because the composition of the team was too diverse and the noise pollution was severe.

"That's right! This is the rhythm! Listen up, you pigs! This is France's top idol!"

Although Elizabeth was physically silenced by Melsin once, as a Servant with the perseverance of [Battle Continuation], she quickly recovered and picked up that troublesome microphone spear again.

"Ah... this discordant melody."

Mozart clutched his ears in agony, his fingers twitching wildly in mid-air, as if trying to drown out the noise with the sound of his piano:

"Mary, I request permission to send this dragon maiden on her final journey with a requiem."

"Oh dear, Amadeus, don't be so harsh."

Marie Antoinette maintained her bright smile, even holding two glow sticks to cheer for Elizabeth:

"Although the melody is a bit strange, this passion is a treasure of France! Vive la France!"

"Enthusiasm? That's just noise."

Mordred, who was walking ahead, scratched his hair in frustration and turned to look at Mash behind him:

"Hey, shield girl, are all your Karnas... no, all Chaldea Servants this eccentric?"

Mashu, holding her shield, looked embarrassed.

"Actually... normal singularity wars aren't like this. It's probably because Mr. Luo Chen's team is too... special."

Luo Chen walked at the front, ignoring everything.

He is now facing an even bigger problem—Kiyohime.

The sickly girl in the kimono was clinging tightly to Luo Chen's left arm in an extremely clingy manner.

Unlike Morgan, she didn't hold his arm; instead, she leaned against him as if she had no bones, her golden vertical pupils occasionally sweeping across Luo Chen's neck, as if checking for the scent of other women.

"My husband's body temperature... is so high."

Kiyohime let out a wistful sigh:

"Is this the Red Dragon? If so, we won't need a kotatsu anymore in winter. We can stay snuggled up in the blankets all the time..."

"If you smear your saliva on my sleeve again, I'll throw you into the river ahead."

Luo Chen said expressionlessly.

"Being treated roughly by my husband... doesn't seem so bad?"

Kiyohime blushed.

Luo Chen: "..."

This is hopeless.

……

Thiel, on the outskirts of town.

The fighting here is much fiercer than in La Chapelle.

Hundreds of bipedal dragons blotted out the sky, and at the town's entrance, two figures were struggling to fend off the onslaught of the dragons.

One of them carried a greatsword on his back, had dark skin, and was taciturn. Every time he swung his sword, it carried a heavy sword pressure that was enough to cut through dragon scales.

The other person rode a white horse, wielding a holy sword called Ascalon, and exuded the aura of a steadfast saint.

"Saber, three on the left! Watch out for Venom!"

"Understood, Rider. Watch your back too."

The two worked together seamlessly, but they still seemed somewhat powerless in the face of the endless horde of dragons.

Just then, Luo Chen stopped on the distant hillside.

He looked at the back of the figure carrying the greatsword, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"It's someone I know."

Luo Chen looked at Artoria beside him:

"Lia, do you remember that guy?"

Artoria narrowed her eyes:

"That's... Black Saber, Siegfried? I didn't expect him to be summoned in this singularity as well."

"There's one more, it should be St. George."

Joan of Arc looked at the saint on the white horse, a hint of respect flashing in her eyes:

"The famous dragon-slaying saint. I never expected to see him here."

"A gathering of dragon slayers?"

The Crimson Dragon Factor within Luo Chen's body began to stir again.

In this singularity filled with "dragons," the encounter between dragon slayers and dragons is practically destiny.

"Melushin," Luo Chen said.

"exist!"

"Go lend a hand. Don't let our 'old friend' get exhausted."

"Yes, Master!"

Meilushin had been itching to get started for a long time.

With a flap of her wings, she instantly transformed into a white meteor and plunged into the battlefield.

……

The center of the battlefield.

Siegfried had just slain a dragon and was about to catch his breath when he suddenly felt a chilling aura pressing down on him from above.

That wasn't the aura of a low-level creature like a dragon, but rather—

The oppressive aura of the highest-ranking dragon species.

"Rider! Up there!" Siegfried shouted.

Before St. George could react, countless aurora-like beams of light descended from the sky.

Boom boom boom boom—!

The dozens of bipedal dragons that were besieging them were instantly reduced to ashes by precise bursts of fire.

As the smoke cleared, Melusin hovered in mid-air, proudly raising her chin:

"Even though they're lowly dragons, their sheer number can be a nuisance. I'll help you clean them up a bit."

"That's... a fairy?" Saint George reined in his horse, somewhat surprised.

Siegfried stared intently at Melusin, the demonic sword in his hand, Balmonk, emitting its familiar mournful cry once more.

"This aura... is different from the previous one... but it's still the same..."

Before he could figure it out, Luo Chen led a large group of troops over in a grand procession.

The moment Siegfried saw Luo Chen.

Although this was a summoning from a different timeline, and although he had no memories of "Turifas".

But the instinctive fear etched deep within his spirit core—the fear of "a dragon slayer encountering a dragon king"—instantly caused his stomach to clench.

"Well……"

Siegfried clutched his stomach, his face turning pale, and instinctively took a half-step back.

Why... when I see that man... does my instinct tell me to run away?

"Even more dangerous than facing Fafnir..."

"Yo, dragon-slaying hero."

Luo Chen walked up to Siegfried, still acting as if they were old friends, and patted the "sorry gentleman" on the shoulder:

"Why the long face? Is your stomach acting up again?"

"You...know me?" Siegfried asked warily.

I guess so.

Luo Chen smiled, offering no further explanation, but instead looked at St. George beside him:

"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency St. George. I am Luo Chen, the... captain of this strange team."

"team leader?"

St. George paused for a moment, then gave a gentle smile.

He dismounted, but instead of immediately shaking hands, he—

He pulled a retro-looking camera out of his pocket.

"Click."

The flash went off.

Luo Chen, Morgan, Joan of Arc, and even Siegfried, who hadn't even realized what was happening, were all framed in a photograph.

"Sorry, this is just my habit."

St. George waved the newly developed photos, looking very serious:

"It's a traveler's duty to record every encounter. This photo... well, it's full of the 'dragon' vibe."

St. George's gaze sharpened as he looked at Luo Chen in the photograph:

"Your Excellency... though you appear human, your inner self... is a red dragon capable of devouring the world, isn't it?"

The holy sword Ascalon in his hand trembled slightly; the passive skill of the Dragon Slayer Saint was taking effect.

"Want to give it a try?"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, his crimson-gold vertical pupils appearing:

"Although I deeply respect saints, if you're going to treat me like a dragon to be slain..."

Morgan, Melousin, and even Kiyohime behind him simultaneously unleashed their killing intent.

"No, no, no."

St. George quickly waved his hand, sheathed the holy sword, and a smile returned to his face:

"I only slay evil dragons. Since you can travel with Joan of Arc, it proves that you are not an evil dragon."

"and……"

Saint George glanced at Mash and Ritsuka, who were hiding behind Luo Chen:

"To be trusted by these innocent children, you must have your own sense of 'justice'."

"Tch, boring."

Mordred walked over, carrying her sword, and looked at Siegfried:

"Hey, Blackie! Stop spacing out! Since we're all using swords, how about we see who kills more dragons later?"

Siegfried looked at the overly familiar knight, remained silent for two seconds, and then slowly uttered a sentence:

"...I'm sorry. If that's your wish."

"Huh? Why should I apologize?!" Mordred was furious.

"Alright, let's go into town to rest."

Luo Chen issued the order:

"Saint George, share your information about the 'Dragon Witch'."

"Tonight, we're going to devise a 'decapitation plan'."

"Beheading?" St. George asked.

"That's right."

Luo Chen looked in the direction of Orleans, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes:

"Isn't that imposter always clamoring for revenge?"

"Then I'll give her a chance."

"Tomorrow morning, we'll go straight to the gates of Orleans and put on a 'meet and greet the real and fake saints' event for her."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc clenched her fists.

"I will go."

She looked at Luo Chen, her eyes resolute:

"I want to ask that 'me' myself...why I did this."