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

Denver, North America, 1783.

This is the last stronghold of the United States Army, and the only city on this continent eroded by mythology that still retains the atmosphere of modern industrial civilization.

Giant gears turned on the city walls, steam pipes spewed white smoke, and mass-produced mechanized infantry patrolled the streets. Compared to the primitiveness and barbarity of the Celtic side, this place was filled with the steely smell of "capital" and "industry".

On the avenue leading to City Hall (the temporary White House), an incongruous procession was moving forward.

Morgan's black carriage appeared both elegant and eerie amidst the roar of the steam locomotive.

Inside the carriage, the space was magically folded to make it extremely spacious.

"Hmm... the road conditions here are smoother than I expected."

Scáthach sat on Luo Chen's lap.

The newly "subdued" Queen of the Land of Shadows seems to have completely abandoned her aloof and reserved demeanor.

She was still wearing that tight purple bodysuit that accentuated her devilish figure, her long legs crossed, and she carelessly pressed her body weight onto Luo Chen.

She placed one hand on Luo Chen's shoulder, while the other hand played with the strands of Luo Chen's hair that were hanging down, her eyes languid and charming.

"Hey, Master."

Luo Chen's hand naturally rested on her supple waist, feeling the warm touch beneath her tight-fitting clothes:

"While I don't mind you throwing yourself at me, there are so many people watching in this car. As the queen, shouldn't you tone it down a bit?"

"convergence?"

Scáthach chuckled softly, her wine-red eyes sweeping over Morgan, who was staring at her with a dark expression, and Mash, who looked embarrassed beside her.

"Why should I hold back? I am a warrior, and also the spoils of victory. In the Land of Shadows, it is common sense that the strong possess everything."

"and……"

She shifted her waist slightly, bringing her breath close to Luo Chen's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe:

"Didn't you not 'feed' me properly last night? Replenishing my magic a little now is to prepare for the upcoming battle, right, Master?"

"Shameless old woman."

Morgan, sitting across from him, finally couldn't take it anymore and slammed his teacup heavily on the table.

"Arthur's thighs are my exclusive throne. You, this purple bodysuit-clad woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, had better know who came first."

"Oh? Really?"

Scáthach raised her eyebrows defiantly:

"But Master seems to be enjoying it. And when it comes to 'spear technique' coordination, I think I'm more compatible with him than you are, Fairy Princess."

It looked like sparks were about to fly again inside the carriage.

"Ahem!"

Ritsuka, sitting in the corner, coughed loudly, trying to salvage the already precarious atmosphere:

"Um, Mr. Luo Chen! We're about to meet President Edison! Regarding the negotiations..."

"rest assured."

Luo Chen timely stopped Scáthach's hand from moving further, and at the same time gave Morgan a reassuring look:

"Whether it's the president or a lion, if they don't obey, just beat them up."

……

Denver City Hall, Presidential Office.

The moment the door was pushed open, a strong, strange smell, carrying the scent of electricity and ink, rushed out.

"Welcome! Master from Chaldea! And... um? What kind of setup is this?"

Behind the desk, an extremely burly figure turned around.

He was dressed in a sharp U.S. presidential uniform, with a cape featuring the Stars and Stripes, and his physique was as robust as a small mountain.

But what's most undeniable is his head.

It was a genuine lion's head, with a fluffy mane.

Thomas Edison.

The Presi-King, a collective embodiment of the spirit of successive US presidents, established the concept of the Stars and Stripes.

And beside him, a petite figure floated.

She wore an alien-style hooded cloak, sat on a thick magic book, and had short silver-gray hair and large, intelligent eyes.

Helena Blavatsky.

Mahatma, who founded Theosophy, was also a collaborator of Edison.

"Wow! Is this the reinforcements?"

Edison's lion opened its mouth wide, and its voice boomed like thunder:

"Although there aren't many of them, they seem very energetic! Especially that blond man... Hmm? Wait a minute!"

Edison's beastly eyes narrowed sharply as he stared intently at Luo Chen, who was walking at the very front.

As a collective being, he possesses extremely keen intuition.

"This aura... this oppressive feeling that even transcends the concept of the 'United States'... Who are you?!"

"I am Luo Chen."

Luo Chen was not surprised by the other party's strange lion's head.

He walked to the desk, but instead of bowing, he seemed to be examining an interesting exhibit:

"Is this the guardian of direct current, the believer in mass production, President Edison? His design is quite unique."

"rude!"

Edison slammed his hand on the table, and electricity crackled through his body.

"I am the President of the United States! Even if you are a follower, you should still maintain reverence for the 'nation'!"

"Listen up! Now that you're here, you must obey my commands! We will overwhelm the Celts with mass-produced mechanized infantry! We will implement a 20-hour workday! We will let the light of direct current illuminate every inch of this land!"

"Huh? A 20-hour workday?"

Mordred, standing behind, picked at his ear, giving him a look that said, "You're an idiot."

"Is this lion out of its mind? That's slavery!"

"What did you say?! This is a necessary sacrifice for victory!"

Edison roared, extending his massive lion claws to grab Luo Chen's shoulder, seemingly trying to intimidate this seemingly arrogant man with his imposing presence.

"Join me! I will bestow upon you the medal of 'Honorary Citizen'..."

Om-!

Edison's claws stopped in mid-air.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, but that he can't.

Luo Chen merely raised his eyelids slightly.

A pure, ancient aura, imbued with an aura of "absolute dominance," instantly filled the entire office.

"You mean...you're going to command me?"

Luo Chen's voice was calm, but it made Edison's mane stand on end.

"Edison, get to the bottom of this."

"I'm not here to join your United States; I'm here to take over this battlefield."

"Your mass production tactics are fine for dealing with grunts, but against that Mad King Cú Chulainn, your mechanical toys will only become scrap metal."

"Waaah..."

Edison's massive body trembled, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He felt as if he were facing not a human being, but an ancient, ferocious beast in human skin.

"Oh my, what an extraordinary guest!"

Helena, who had been hovering nearby, finally spoke.

She floated between the two, gently patted Edison's lion's head, signaling him to calm down, and then looked at Luo Chen with her large, curious eyes:

"If I'm not mistaken... there are traces of magic in your spirit origin structure? And... the genes of a top-tier dragon?"

"Mahatma...it's so Mahata!"

"This lady has better taste."

Luo Chen withdrew his oppressive aura and smiled slightly at Helena.

"Huff...huff..." Edison plopped down in the chair, panting heavily. For a moment, he had almost thought he was going to be torn apart.

"I am Helena."

The girl stretched out her small hand:

"Since you possess such power, let's not dwell on this issue. After all, our goals are aligned—to defeat the Celts and correct the era."

"Mr. Luo Chen, what would you like to know?"

Luo Chen didn't shake hands, but simply nodded, walked to the sofa next to him and sat down. Scáthach and Morgan naturally stood on either side of him, instantly taking over the role of guests.

"Specific intelligence."

Luo Chen got straight to the point:

"About the Mad King Cú Chulainn (Alter), and his 'Holy Grail'."

"Also... I heard you have a few capable Servants here? Like that Indian hero who gives alms?"

"You mean Karna?"

Edison recovered, straightened his tie, and although his imposing manner had diminished considerably, he still tried his best to maintain the dignity of the president.

"Mr. Karna has gone to the front lines to scout. Although he is our ace, he can only barely maintain the front line against Cú Chulainn's 'army'."

"As for intelligence..."

Helena pulled up a holographic map and pointed to a red area in the north:

"The Mad King's headquarters are in Washington. But he's not in the palace right now."

"According to the detection, he is performing some kind of ritual."

"He is 'incubating'."

"Hatch?" Luo Chen frowned.

"Yes." Helena's expression was solemn:

"He seems to be using the Holy Grail's magic to completely transform himself into a 'Demon God.' Moreover, he is mass-producing clones called 'Cú Chulainn.'"

"If we don't stop him, in five days his army will swarm across the entire continent like locusts."

"Five days?"

Luo Chen touched his chin.

"That's enough."

He stood up and looked at the group of relatives and friends at the round table behind him.

"Now that the situation is clear, there's no need to waste time listening to the lion's roar."

"We're going to the front lines."

"Let's go meet up with Karna, the 'Son of the Sun.' I didn't get enough of him in the FA world last time, so this time... it'll be a good opportunity to catch up with him."

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Edison panicked:

"You're just leaving like that? Don't you need supplies? Don't you need support from my mechanized forces?"

"unnecessary."

Luo Chen walked to the door, glanced back at the lion-headed president, and smiled slightly.

"Your machines... are too noisy."

"Moreover, a real 'war' cannot be won by sheer numbers."

"Let's go, Scáthach."

Luo Chen looked at the purple-haired queen beside him:

"Didn't you want to train your apprentices?"

"Let's go and drag that arrogant disciple down from the throne."

Scáthach twirled the magic spear in her hand, her eyes flashing red, and licked her lips with her tongue:

"That's natural."

"I will let him know... neither Berserk nor the Holy Grail can save his life in front of Master."