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

France, near Orléans.

As the group drew ever closer to the cursed city, the surrounding air grew increasingly thick and scorching.

The earth was a strange, scorched black color, as if the hellfire had completely dried it up.

In the distance, Orleans Castle was shrouded in a thick layer of black flames, with countless two-legged dragons hovering around its spires like wasps guarding their nest.

"That is... Orleans."

Joan of Arc stopped and looked up at the city that had once represented the glory of France but had now become a den of iniquity.

Her eyes held an almost tragic determination.

"I can feel... that 'me' is right there."

"Don't look so serious, Jeanne."

Luo Chen reached out and gently tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the hot air.

"It's just a sulking imposter. Like that brat who'd burn the house down because he didn't get candy."

"What we need to do is go in and give her a spanking, then make her behave."

"Pfft..." Mashu couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the tense atmosphere immediately dissipated a lot.

"roar--!!!"

Just then, a deafening roar came from the depths of Orleans Castle.

This roar was completely different from the previous two-legged wyvern roar.

It carried an ancient, greedy, and oppressive weight, its sound waves sweeping across the wasteland like a physical entity, even causing the ground to tremble.

In the sky, the once densely packed flock of flying dragons suddenly scattered in terror.

A huge black shadow obscured the dark red sky.

It was a giant beast that was over a hundred meters long.

Its scales are a dark gray color, like dried blood, and its huge wings can stir up storms with every flap. It spews cursed black flames that can melt city walls.

Fafnir, the infamous evil dragon in Norse mythology.

It is also the legendary dragon that Siegfried, the Black Saber, slew before his death.

"Finally out, you watchdog?"

Morgan stood at the front of the group, coldly watching the behemoth, his magic spear tapping lightly on the ground:

"Although it's quite large, that magic, which reeks of money and curses... is truly nauseating."

"Fafner..."

Siegfried stepped forward and grasped the [Balmonk] on his back.

This time, his body did not tremble, nor did he experience his usual stomach pain.

He looked at the dragon that had once brought him glory and curse, and his eyes became clearer than ever before.

"What? You want to do it yourself?"

Luo Chen glanced at Siegfried.

"……No."

Siegfried shook his head, a faint, warrior-like smile appearing at the corners of his lips:

"It is a spirit forcibly summoned by the Holy Grail, even more ferocious than in life."

"Although I really want to say 'Leave it to me,' if it's for victory... I hope to borrow your power, Master."

This is Siegfried's growth.

Instead of stubbornly bearing everything alone, they have learned to rely on their companions.

"A very good answer."

Luo Chen nodded in satisfaction.

He released Joan of Arc's hand and slowly walked forward.

At the same time, Melusin also flew into the air, facing Fafnir on the ground.

"roar!!"

Fafnir's enormous dragon eyes locked onto the "ants" on the ground.

It opened its massive jaws, and black dragon breath was gathering deep within its throat.

"If it were before, I might have needed to draw my sword."

Luo Chen stopped a hundred meters in front of Fafnir.

He did not draw the holy sword; in fact, his hands remained in his trench coat pockets.

He merely raised his head slightly, and his crimson-gold pupils instantly transformed into pure vertical pupils.

Boom!

Heartbeat.

It was no longer the heartbeat of a human, but the roar of the [Crimson Dragon Furnace Core].

A terrifying pressure, powerful enough to freeze the atmosphere, surged upwards from Luo Chen's center towards the sky!

This is the status of being the agent of the world's will, and "the strongest dragon species".

"Kneel down."

Luo Chen's lips moved slightly, and his voice resounded deep within Fafnir's soul.

Fafnir, who was gathering his strength to unleash a dragon's breath, suddenly froze.

In its eyes, which were filled with savagery, a sudden, intense fear appeared—the instinctive tremor of a lower-level creature facing a higher-level predator.

It was not facing a human being, but a crimson dragon that was more ancient, more noble, and even represented the will of the planet.

"Waaah..."

Fafnir let out a sob.

The enormous body lost its balance in mid-air, its huge wings could no longer flap, and then it crashed to the ground with a loud bang.

The dust kicked up reached tens of meters high.

The entire room fell silent.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu's jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

"One...one sentence and the evil dragon came down?!"

"This is the suppression of 'position'."

Morgan explained casually, her tone tinged with pride for her husband:

"Before the true Dragon King, this cursed and twisted lizard doesn't even have the right to raise its head."

"It's up to you, Siegfried!" Luo Chen shouted.

"learn!"

Siegfried did not hesitate for a moment.

He took a deep breath and raised the demon sword high with both hands.

This time, he didn't say that weak "I'm sorry" again.

The dragon-slaying factor within him roared, and azure aurora shot into the sky from the blade of his sword.

"O evil dragon, fall once more!"

"—Balmung (Fantasy Greatsword: Fallen Demon)!!!"

boom--!!!

A wave of cyan, semi-circular sword energy swept out like a tsunami, slamming into Fafnir's exposed weak point on his neck.

Fafnir, who was immobilized by Luo Chenlong's oppressive aura, was completely unable to mount any defense.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The enormous dragon head flew up amidst the sword light.

The evil dragon that once struck fear into the hearts of countless heroes was reduced to ashes before it could even breathe fire, under the suppression of the "Dragon King" and the execution of the "Dragon Slayer."

"Well done."

Mordred whistled. "Black, that was a decent strike for you."

Siegfried sheathed his sword and exhaled a long breath.

The shadow that had haunted him his entire life vanished completely at that moment.

……

Orléans Castle, between the thrones.

"Fafner...disappeared?"

Jeanne Alter abruptly stood up from the throne, the Command Seals in her hand still throbbing slightly.

She stared intently at the images projected onto the crystal ball.

That blond man... just by standing there, he rendered Fafnir powerless to resist?

And that damned "saint," standing happily beside that man?

"Are you kidding me...?"

Jeanne Alter's fingers dug deeply into the armrest, her golden pupils burning with a maddening jealousy and murderous intent.

"That's mine! That's my hatred! My despair!"

"Why should you be granted salvation? Why should you have someone to protect you?"

"Joan of Arc!!"

Jeanne Alter let out a piercing scream, and black flames instantly engulfed the entire hall:

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to burn that hypocritical face of yours to ashes!!"

In the shadows beside her, Gilles de Rais did not stop her; instead, he revealed a twisted and fanatical smile.

"Yes...that's it, Saint Maiden."

"Be angry to your heart's content, hate to your heart's content."

"Only at the end of destruction can the ultimate 'flower of evil' be born, something even the gods have never seen before."

outside the city.

Luo Chen looked at the castle engulfed by black flames, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The door opened.

"Let's go, let's put an end to this farce."