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

In 60 AD, on the edge of the United Empire's territory, in the Crimson Canyon.

The wind howled through the narrow rock walls, whipping up sand and dust that blinded the eyes.

However, what was even more suffocating than the sandstorm was the "wall" in front of us.

It was an absolute defensive line built from three hundred bronze round shields, three hundred spears, and three hundred souls who were ready to die for their cause.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed through the canyon.

The red and white figure flew backward, tumbling twice in the air before barely landing, its combat boots carving two deep furrows into the rocks.

"Ouch... Ouch... Damn it!"

Mordred shook his slightly numb wrist, and the invincible magic sword, the King of Radiant Light, was now trembling slightly.

She glared at the motionless square formation in front of her, gritting her teeth:

"What's with these turtle shells? They're harder than city walls! My magic can't even cut through them?"

"That's a conceptual defense."

Artoria, mounted on her horse, calmly analyzed the situation:

"The three hundred Spartans. As long as their fighting spirit remains, that phalanx is a unified whole. You are not just killing one person, but simultaneously fighting against the conviction of three hundred men."

In the center of the formation.

Leonidas I did not take the opportunity to pursue them.

This Spartan king wore a lion helmet, and his bare upper body was covered with scars—the medals of his warriors.

He pointed his spear at Mash, who was standing at the back of the group holding a shield.

"Too weak!"

Leonidas's roar exploded like thunder:

"Shield-wielding girl! Your eyes are wandering! Your steps are unsteady!"

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of getting hurt? Or are you afraid of not being able to protect someone?

"A shield raised with such resolve cannot even withstand a gentle breeze! Is this the Chaldea's defender?!"

"I……"

Mashu was stunned by the overwhelming murderous aura.

Her palms were covered in cold sweat as she gripped the shield.

When facing Fafnir, it was because of Luo Chen's dragon might that she was suppressed; when facing Jeanne d'Arc Alter, it was because everyone was by her side.

But at this moment, when a legendary hero so bluntly questions her about "the meaning of protection," her immature heart wavers.

"Mashu..." Fujimaru Ritsuka tugged at her sleeve worriedly.

"Is this what they call Spartan education?"

Luo Chen stepped down from the carriage and stood beside Mash.

He didn't act immediately, but instead watched Leonidas with great interest:

"Although his voice was a bit loud, what he said wasn't wrong."

"Mr. Luo Chen..." Mashu lowered her head, somewhat ashamed.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not blaming you."

Luo Chen reached out and placed his hand on her back.

"Mashu, lift your head."

Luo Chen's voice was steady and powerful. Through his palm, a surge of intense crimson dragon magic slowly flowed into her body, dispelling the chill brought on by fear.

"That muscular guy asked you what you were afraid of."

Tell me, what are you afraid of?

Mashu felt the warmth behind her, took a deep breath, and looked ahead with trembling purple eyes:

"I'm afraid... I won't be able to stop it."

"I'm afraid that my weakness will hurt my seniors, and hurt everyone..."

"Then just keep thinking 'I absolutely won't let it happen.'"

Luo Chen withdrew his hand, walked to Mashu, turned his back to her, and faced the forest of guns of the three hundred warriors:

"A shield is not a tool to block a blow; it is an extension of your will."

"If you think 'no passage here,' then even a god can't cross your line."

Luo Chen turned his head, a glint of light flashing in his crimson-gold vertical pupils:

"Watch closely, Mashu."

"True 'protection' is often accompanied by the most intense 'attack'."

After speaking, Luo Chen looked at Artoria and Mordred beside him.

"Lia, Mo."

"Since physical attacks can't cut through them, let's give them something tougher."

"I'll clear the way for you. Mashu will handle the counterattacks. Any questions?"

"Hmph, I couldn't wait any longer!" Mordred grinned and gripped his greatsword tightly again.

"Understood." The holy sword in Artoria's hand began to gather golden light.

"Come on! Roman invaders!"

Leonidas seemed to sense Luo Chen's intention. He suddenly thrust his spear into the ground, and the three hundred warriors behind him roared in unison.

"MOLON LABE (Come and take it if you dare)!!!"

Noble Phantasm Unleashed – [Thermopylae Enomotia]!

boom!

A crimson magical light erupted from the Spartan soldiers, transforming into a tangible wall of fire that completely sealed off the entire canyon.

This is not only a physical defense, but also a conceptual barrier that brings the "legend" to life.

"Now!"

Luo Chen's eyes narrowed, he took a step forward, clenched his right fist, and casually threw a punch forward.

Boom-! ! !

The seemingly tiny fist slammed heavily into the massive fire shield wall.

Space distorted in that instant.

That terrifying force, powerful enough to shake mountains, caused the "absolute defense" shield wall to stagnate and crack.

"What?!" Leonidas's expression changed drastically. "To overcome a Noble Phantasm with mere physical strength?!"

"Make your move!" Luo Chen shouted.

"Ex——calibur!!!"

"Clarent Blood Arthur!!!"

Two beams of light—one a golden holy light, the other a crimson lightning bolt—followed the crack created by Luo Chen and pierced fiercely into the Spartan formation.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

A violent explosion rose into the canyon.

The so-called absolute defense collapsed instantly under the suppression of "force" and the penetration of "light".

The phantoms of the three hundred warriors vanished in the stream of light, leaving only Leonidas in the very center, still desperately holding on.

"It's not over yet!!"

Leonidas was covered in blood, and his spear was broken, but he still did not fall.

With his last ounce of strength, he grabbed the broken spear, ignoring his collapsing body, and hurled it at Fujimaru Ritsuka behind Luo Chen!

That was the final counterattack of the Spartan spirit—a desperate, all-or-nothing strike!

"senior!!!"

This time, Mashu didn't hesitate; her body acted faster than her mind.

Bang!

The massive cross-shaped shield slammed heavily onto the ground, blocking Ritsuka's path.

Mashu's feet were firmly planted on the ground, and her purple eyes burned with an unprecedented light.

"Don't even think about it—going back!!!"

clang!

The broken spear struck the shield, and the enormous impact propelled Mash backward several meters, carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Her thumb and forefinger split open, and her arm was in excruciating pain.

But the shield remained completely still.

Ritsuko was completely unharmed.

"……Oh."

In the distance, amidst the smoke and dust, Leonidas looked at the girl who had blocked his final blow, a satisfied smile spreading across his resolute face.

"That's...right..."

"This is... your 'soul'..."

Golden spiritual particles drifted away.

The king of Sparta stood like a statue as he perished.

Although he was an enemy, he gave this young shield-bearer a most vivid lesson with his life.

"Mash!"

Ritsuka quickly supported Mash, who was swaying precariously.

"I... blocked it..."

Mashu was panting heavily, looking at her trembling hands, and then at Luo Chen who was walking over with a smile.

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment filled my chest.

"Well done."

Luo Chen patted her head and showered her with praise:

"Now you are a qualified guardian."

"How was it? Did you feel the shield become lighter for a moment just now?"

"Um……"

Mashu nodded vigorously, her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement:

"Mr. Luo Chen... thank you."

"You're welcome. You figured it out yourself."

Luo Chen turned around and looked at the other end of the canyon.

With Leonidas's departure, the road to the heart of the United Empire has been fully opened.

"Let's go."

Nero rode over on horseback, looked at the mess on the ground, sighed with a complex expression, and then resumed his imperial demeanor:

"Although they are enemies, they are also warriors worthy of respect."

"However, let's stop being sentimental."

"The United Capital is just ahead."

"It is also the place where Romulus, who calls himself the 'Ancestor of Gods', resides."

Luo Chen narrowed his eyes.

"The ancestral god?"

The holy spear [Rhongomyniad] within his body trembled slightly.

"Hopefully, he'll be a bit more durable than this Spartan."