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

Beside that abyss that tore the earth apart, the air was filled with a nauseating stench.

Rafe Lenore Floros slumped to the ground, staring at Attila, whose image had been completely erased by the "rainbow." His expression shifted from shock and fear to a hysterical frenzy.

"It's gone...it's all gone..."

"My meticulously planned singularity, prepared for the King... has been ruined by you barbarians who appeared out of nowhere..."

Rafe suddenly raised his head, his eyes, which were originally human, were now covered with dense blood vessels, his pupils split, emitting a turbid red light that did not belong to this dimension.

"Unforgivable... Absolutely unforgivable!"

"Since Attila failed, since even the progenitor of the gods has betrayed us... then I will do it myself!"

"Behold the power of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, a power even the King of Magic is proud of!"

Gurgle, gurgle.

A chilling sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.

Rafe's body began to swell and mutate.

His green suit ripped open, and countless crimson eyes emerged from beneath his skin.

Flesh and blood surged, bones reformed, and in just a few seconds, the somewhat neurotic magician vanished.

Instead, there was a massive pillar of flesh, tens of meters high, made up of countless chunks of flesh and eyeballs.

The Demon Pillar – Flauros.

"Roarooooo—!!!"

The enormous fleshy pillar roared deafeningly, its countless eyes turning simultaneously, locking onto everyone present and unleashing intensely hot gazes capable of burning retinas.

"Ugh! That's disgusting!"

Ritsuka covered her mouth, her face pale.

Although I had seen data about this thing during the Chaldea simulation training, seeing this still-wriggling lump of flesh in person still caused a strong sense of physical discomfort.

Mashu immediately raised her shield: "Senpai! Watch out! That's a high-density aggregate of magical energy!"

"This is... the Demon God Pillar?"

Luo Chen frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his crimson-gold pupils:

"While the magical reaction is alright, the design... Morgan, don't you think this thing is an eyesore?"

"really."

Morgan stood beside Luo Chen, toying with the magic spear in his hand, his disdain even more pronounced than Luo Chen's.

"Compared to dragons or giants, this garbage, purely made up of biological tissue, doesn't even qualify as a specimen. Melusin, don't look, it'll dirty your eyes."

"I think so too! It's so ugly!"

Melusin had just returned to human form and was currently perched on Luo Chen's back, peeking out her little head:

"Master, may I spray it again?"

"No."

Luo Chen shook his head and reached out to stop the family members who were about to take action.

He turned around and looked at the red-clad girl beside him, who was gripping her sword tightly and whose body was trembling slightly with anger.

Nero.

Luo Chen's voice softened:

"This guy is the culprit who messed up your country and the mastermind behind turning your uncle into a monster."

"This is your Rome, and this is your stage."

"This final blow... I'll leave it to you, how about it?"

Nero paused for a moment.

She raised her head, her emerald green eyes looking at Luo Chen, then at the hideous demonic pillar.

Fear? Perhaps.

But more than anything, it was the responsibility of being the emperor, and the joy of being trusted by the person being addressed.

"……Um!"

Nero took a deep breath and gripped the strangely shaped red greatsword—[Aestus Estus]—with both hands.

"Since the performer has put it that way, I naturally cannot back down!"

"This ugly lump of flesh, which has defiled the land of Rome... I will bury it utterly with the most magnificent art!"

"Then let's go."

Luo Chen reached out and placed his hand on Nero's back.

【Red Dragon Magic Transmission】.

A vast, pure, and intense magical power surged into Nero's body through the point of contact, instantly filling her spirit core and making her feel as if her entire body was on fire.

"This is... the magic of the performer..."

Nero felt that he was in an amazing state, even far surpassing his peak.

Driven by that force, she walked step by step toward the giant demon pillar.

"A monster named Floros!"

Nero raised her greatsword high, her red skirt fluttering in the hot wind with a clear and majestic sound.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! This is the true glory of Rome! This is Yu's—Golden Theatre!"

Om-! ! !

With the liberation of their true names, the world around them began to change.

The dilapidated palace ruins have disappeared, replaced by a sky full of fluttering rose petals.

Golden magic created magnificent colonnades, luxurious stands, and a stage that belonged only to her.

Realistic Marble (similar) - [Aestus Domus Aurea]!

"What...?"

The demon god pillar Flauros let out a sound of astonishment.

He discovered that his actions were bound by some kind of rule. In this golden space, the tiny red-robed emperor possessed an overwhelming "protagonist halo".

"This is... the emperor's privilege!"

Nero's figure danced among the petals.

That wasn't a battle; it was a deadly solo.

"I have witnessed your talent! I have heard thunderous applause!"

"At this very moment! Right here! Bloom—the rose of love between Luo Chen and me!"

(Luo Chen: ...You added that last sentence yourself, didn't you?)

Swish swish swish—!

Three dazzling red sword lights flashed past in a crisscrossing pattern.

The seemingly indestructible Demon God Pillar appears incredibly fragile under the sword technique that embodies the concept of "absolute severance".

"Ughh ...

Floros let out his final scream.

The enormous column of flesh broke in the middle, countless eyeballs burst, and black sludge gushed out.

With Nero's final blow, the Demon Pillar collapsed completely, turning into a sky full of black ash.

Click.

The Golden Theater vanished like a dream bubble.

The group returned to the ruins of the palace.

In the center of that pile of black ash, a golden holy grail floated silently, radiating an alluring glow.

"Ha ha……"

Nero, leaning on his sword, was slightly out of breath, but a victorious smile radiated from his handsome face.

She turned around and gave Luo Chen a big "V" sign:

"How was it, player? Wasn't my final strike spectacular? Captivating?"

"Perfect."

Luo Chen walked over and embraced her without hesitation, gently wiping a speck of dust from her cheek:

"As expected of my Emperor."

"hey-hey……"

Nero snuggled against him, like a kitten seeking praise.

"Um... excuse me."

Dr. Roman's voice came through the communicator, sounding both excited and somewhat embarrassed:

"Although I don't want to spoil this beautiful atmosphere... the magical energy in the singularity is rapidly decreasing. This means that the historical correction force is about to activate."

"Mr. Luo Chen, and everyone else, if you don't want to be caught in the spacetime turbulence, you'd better start preparing to retreat now."

"Corrective power, huh...?"

Mash lowered her shield and looked at the surrounding scenery.

The summoned Roman soldiers and the long-dead spirits gradually became transparent in the light and eventually disappeared.

The world is getting back on track by "removing the unnecessary".

"Are you leaving, musician?"

Nero sensed the impending separation.

Her smile froze slightly, then she took a deep breath, striving to maintain the emperor's dignity, stepped back, and straightened her somewhat damaged robes.

"That's true... Now that the riots have subsided, you should all return to where you belong."

"As the emperor of Rome, I also have the task of rebuilding the capital."

"Even without you, I can govern this country well! Don't worry!"

She turned her back, not wanting Luo Chen to see the tears welling up in her eyes.

History will return to normal.

She will continue to be her empress, enjoying the glory, and then... face the inevitable betrayal and destruction.

"Are you satisfied, Nero?"

Luo Chen's voice suddenly rang out behind her.

"Of course I'd be satisfied! But I am..."

Nero was about to retort when he felt a tightening around his waist.

Luo Chen hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his crimson-gold vertical pupils gazing at the ruins:

"Stay here, follow that predetermined 'official history,' and finally, in loneliness and betrayal, stab yourself in the throat with a dagger... Is this the future you want?"

Nero's body trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

"You...know everything?"

"Of course I know."

Luo Chen's voice was domineering and deep:

"But I disagree."

"You are my contractor, my 'Rose.' How could I possibly leave you in this doomed history?"

"But...I am alive, I cannot..." Nero's voice trembled.

"Don't worry about those rules..."

"Nero, make a choice."

Luo Chen turned her around and looked intently into those emerald green eyes:

"Stay here and be your tragic emperor."

"Or will you abandon the throne and come with me?"

"To my time, to my home. There's a bigger stage there, and though there's no Roman Senate, there's a family that will never betray you, and..."

"Your forever player."

Nero looked at the man before her, tears streaming down her face.

He not only saved her country and cured her headaches, but now... he's even going to completely rescue her from that hopeless fate.

"Ugh... you idiot..."

Nero could no longer hold back and threw herself into Luo Chen's arms, hugging his waist tightly and crying like a child.

"Does something like this even need a choice?!"

"Rome, the throne... I have no interest in any of those things without you here!"

"Take me away! Player!"

"Whether it's hell or the future... as long as you're here, everywhere is my golden theater!"

"As you wish."

Luo Chen smiled and hugged her tightly.

The system was used to legally remove Nero from the history of 60 AD and sign a contract.

The white light instantly engulfed the two of them.

Mordred, chewing gum nearby, rolled her eyes.

"Tsk, it really has turned into human trafficking. That old man, Dad, is a greedy tyrant."

Artoria smiled slightly, looking at the two people in the light. Although she felt somewhat helpless, she was more tolerant.

"Let's go home."

As the light faded, the ruins of the United Roman Empire returned to silence.

History's corrective power fills the gaps.

And now, the Round Table Expeditionary Force has gained another member: the Rose Emperor, dressed in a red dress and known for her boisterousness.