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

In 1783, in the North American wilderness, a canyon at night.

This place, which was originally a deathly silent battlefield, is now filled with a kind of suppressed yet impossible-to-complete panting sound.

"Ha...is that...the end? The so-called...red dragon's stamina..."

Scáthach lay on her back on a flat, massive rock.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, whom even the gods feared, was now displaying a demeanor she had never shown to anyone before.

Her purple bodysuit hadn't been removed, but it had become somewhat disheveled during the intense "battle," which only accentuated her perfectly toned body, without an ounce of excess fat.

Sweat slid down her slender neck, soaking her collarbone, which gleamed beautifully in the moonlight.

Although she was still verbally provocative, her usually icy, wine-red eyes were now filled with a misty haze, and a tear even clung to the corner of her eye, caused by excessive stimulation.

"Finish?"

Luo Chen supported himself with one hand beside her, his bare upper body showing smooth and explosive muscle lines.

He bent down and gently ran his fingers along Scáthach's inner thighs, which were red from the intense exercise, causing the latter to shudder as if electrocuted.

"Master, your 'spear technique' is superb, but your stamina management seems to be lacking."

Luo Chen's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky:

"Who was just begging for mercy, saying 'I can't take it anymore,' 'It's going to break'? Huh?"

"Shut up..."

Scáthach turned her head away in shame and indignation, her usually proud face now slightly flushed.

So embarrassing.

Considering that Scáthach roamed the mythical era, killing gods without hesitation, what kind of scene hadn't she seen?

But tonight... beneath this man, she was completely overwhelmed by his domineering and unparalleled offensive, her very soul trembling.

"But... it doesn't feel so bad."

Scáthach took a deep breath to calm her racing heart.

She turned her head and looked at Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils. Her gaze gradually softened, even carrying a hint of attachment called "submission".

She stretched out her arms and hooked them around Luo Chen's neck, pressing her burning body against him.

"For many years... I have been waiting for the person who can kill me."

"But now it seems that being 'conquered' by you... is perhaps a sweeter ending than death."

Scáthach lifted her head and planted a kiss on those testosterone-filled lips:

"From this day forward, my gun, my body, and everything in the Land of Shadows... are yours, Master."

"but……"

She narrowed her eyes, a captivating smile playing at the corners of her lips:

"Tonight's 'lesson' isn't over yet."

"As a teacher, I have an obligation to check... exactly where your limits are."

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat rekindle in the body he held in his arms.

"Want to challenge my limits?"

"Scáthach, you'll regret this decision."

"Then let me regret it and see... you stupid disciple."

The runes on the rock wall lit up again, blocking all outside observation.

That night, even the wind in the canyon seemed to become exceptionally enchanting, masking the whispers of the immortal demon queen, who was utterly consumed by worldly desires and passions.

……

The next morning, at the temporary camp.

When Luo Chen returned to the camp with Scáthach, feeling refreshed, they were greeted by an extremely lavish breakfast, and... several murderous gazes.

"Oh, you're back?"

Morgan sat in the head seat, slicing sausages, the crisp sound of his knife and fork clattering against the plate sending chills down one's spine.

She glanced coldly at Scáthach, who was following behind Luo Chen and whose gait was still somewhat unnatural despite her efforts to conceal it, and let out a soft snort:

"Looks like you really enjoyed last night's 'battle in the field.' Do you even need to use magic to strengthen your legs just to walk, Your Majesty the Queen of the Land of Shadows?"

"Field combat?!"

Mashu, who was drinking milk, spat it out, her face flushed red as she covered her ears: "I didn't hear anything! I didn't hear anything!"

Ritsuka excitedly pulled out her notebook: "Materials! This is excellent material for a doujinshi!"

"snort."

Scáthach was not angered by Morgan's taunts.

On the contrary, after last night's nourishment, she radiated an amazing glow. The deathly aura that had shrouded her for years had largely dissipated, replaced by a mature woman's unique charm and languor.

She walked gracefully to the table, pulled out the chair next to Luo Chen, and sat down.

"It was truly enjoyable."

Scáthach picked up her coffee, raised it to Morgan, and smiled slightly.

"Luo Chen's 'gun skills'... are even more robust and enduring than I imagined. As a warrior, I am very satisfied."

"puff--!"

This time it was Mordred's turn to rant.

"Hey! Can you guys please stop talking about such suggestive topics so early in the morning?!"

"Shameless old woman."

Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth, bending the fork in her hand.

She looked at the radiant Scáthach, then at the composed Luo Chen, and felt as sour as if she had eaten ten pounds of lemons.

She was the one who arrived first!

"Alright, let's eat."

Ignoring the undercurrents of the chaotic scene, Luo Chen placed a piece of meat on Scáthach's plate, and also placed a piece on Jeanne Alter and Nero's plates to maintain a delicate balance.

"It's time to get back to work after we finish eating."

Luo Chen tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention back to the main topic:

"Dr. Roman, how is the battle going?"

"Huh? Oh, oh!"

Dr. Roman, who had been observing the situation from the sidelines, quickly pulled up a map:

"The situation... is not good. Although you defeated the vanguard, the Celts reacted quickly."

"According to detection, a large amount of magical energy is gathering in Denver. It appears to be an important stronghold of the Celtic army."

"And... that Mad King Cú Chulainn (Alter) seems to be mass-producing 'soldiers'."

"Mass production?" Artoria frowned. "Servants shouldn't be mass-produced."

"No, not a Servant."

Scáthach put down her coffee cup, her gaze instantly sharpening as she reverted to her cold, queenly demeanor.

"It is a 'killing machine' created using the magic of the Holy Grail and modeled after itself."

"That Cú Chulainn... although he's in a berserk state, he's still my disciple after all."

"To tarnish the honor of warriors with such despicable means..."

Scáthach's demonic spear appeared out of thin air, radiating killing intent.

"As his mentor, I have a duty to help him 'correct' his twisted personality."

"Then it's decided."

Luo Chen stood up and wiped his mouth:

"Target Denver."

"Since they like to use sheer numbers, let's show them what 'elite dominance' really means."

"Melushin." Luo Chen looked at the fairy dragon who was gnawing on a bone.

"Present, Master!"

"You're in charge of aerial reconnaissance and bombing. If you see any of those mass-produced soldiers that look like dogs, just blow them to smithereens."

"Mordred, Saber."

"You guys are in charge of the ground advance. Especially Mordred, don't rush too fast, protect Ritsuka and Mash."

"Tch, I know! I'm not a nanny..." Mordred muttered.

"As for Scáthach..."

Luo Chen glanced at the purple-haired queen beside him, his eyes filled with amusement:

"You must be exhausted from last night, right? Why don't you take a rest today?"

"ha?"

Scáthach seemed to have heard a joke.

She stood up, her bodysuit outlining her perfect curves, and twirled her twin pistols in her hands, creating a dazzling display.

"Don't underestimate me, Luo Chen."

"Last night is last night, and the battlefield is the battlefield."

"I will be at the forefront. I will let you see with your own eyes the 'Dance of Death' of the Queen of the Land of Shadows."

"and……"

She leaned close to Luo Chen's ear and whispered:

"Let's end this battle quickly, and then... shall we continue tonight?"

Luo Chen's throat bobbed.

This queen... is truly insatiable.

"Everyone, let's go!"

Luo Chen waved his hand to conceal his agitation:

"Go and wipe out that mad king's lair! We're having a victory celebration in Denver tonight!"