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

Hidden caves on the edge of the Rocky Mountains in North America.

The wind and sand were kept out by the barrier.

The once dark and damp cave was now illuminated as brightly as day by several magic lamps.

The air was filled with a strong, nauseating smell of rust.

Deep inside the cave, on a rock covered with a simple felt blanket, lay a boy.

He had reddish-brown skin and snow-white hair, and wore magnificent Indian-style armor, but at this moment the armor was tattered and broken.

The most shocking thing was the huge penetrating wound in his chest.

The skin around the wound was an eerie purplish-black color, proof that the curse was eroding the spirit base.

Even while unconscious, the boy's brow remained furrowed, and cold sweat poured down his face, clearly indicating that he was enduring excruciating pain unimaginable to most people.

Rama.

The protagonist of the Indian epic Ramayana, an incarnation of Vishnu, and a great hero wielding the demonic sword "The Undying Blade".

"The situation... is very bad."

Nightingale knelt beside Rama, and her usually emotionless red eyes now revealed a rare hint of severity.

The scalpel in her hand hovered above the wound, but she hesitated to make the incision.

"What's wrong, head nurse?"

Luo Chen stepped forward, glanced at the wound, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Unable to process."

Nightingale's voice was as cold and hard as iron:

"This is not an ordinary physical injury. Although the heart is still beating, it has been shattered by some kind of 'concept'."

"This is the most troublesome part..."

She pointed to the purplish-black lines at the edge of the wound, which seemed to writhe like living things:

"There's a 'death curse' preventing the wound from healing. No matter how much necrotic tissue I remove, it immediately regenerates new rotten flesh."

"My 'sterilization' theory... is ineffective against this kind of causal toxin."

"This is... [Gáe Bolg] (Spear that pierces the deadly thorns)."

A cold voice came from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw Scáthach with her arms crossed, leaning against the cave wall.

Her wine-red eyes were fixed on the wound on Rama's chest, her gaze filled with both the anger of a master and a hint of disappointment in her worthless disciple.

"That Mad King Cú Chulainn... although he has lost his mind, his gun skills have not diminished."

Scáthach stepped forward, her fingers gently touching the overflowing cursed magic:

"Reversing cause and effect, the outcome of 'the heart being pierced' was already established before the spear was even thrust out. Unless time is reversed or one possesses extremely high luck, there is no way to defend against it or cure it."

"The fact that this boy has survived until now is proof of his perseverance as a top-tier Heroic Spirit."

"What should we do then?!"

Mash gripped her shield tightly in anxiety:

"Even Miss Nightingale was helpless? If even treatment is impossible, then what about Mr. Rama...?"

"Amputation! The entire upper body must be removed!"

Nightingale suddenly raised the bone saw in her hand, her eyes gleaming red:

"If we discard the entire cursed torso and keep only the spirit core, there might still be hope!"

"Wouldn't that mean he'd die?! Stop it, Nurse!" Ritsuka grabbed Nightingale's waist in terror, trying to stop this horrific medical accident.

"It's so noisy."

Luo Chen waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He walked up to Rama and looked down at the dying young hero.

"Although he was stabbed right through, his willpower is really impressive."

Luo Chen extended his right hand, and a sacred golden light appeared in his palm.

【Avalon】, a secluded and ideal place.

"Nightingale, move aside."

Luo Chen's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"What are you trying to do?" Nightingale frowned. "Unprofessional treatment will only hasten death! Bacteria will..."

"I am the miracle itself."

Luo Chen interrupted her.

He bent down and gently placed his golden hand over Rama's hideous wound.

"Cú Chulainn's gun is indeed troublesome. It's a sure-fire cause and effect, an irreversible curse."

"but……"

The Crimson Dragon Furnace Core within Luo Chen's body began to slowly rotate, resonating with the Avalon in his hand:

"In the face of the 'ideal land,' all harm, curses, and even death in this world are powerless."

"As long as I refuse, it's not a wound."

Om-! ! !

Golden particles flowed into Rama's chest like water.

The purplish-black curse patterns melted and dissipated the moment they came into contact with the golden light.

The shattered heart, broken blood vessels, and torn skin... were "retrospected" to their state before the injury.

This is the concept of Avalon—to cut off physical interference and reject all infringement.

It doesn't heal, but rather erases the fact of "injury" from Rama's body.

"This...how is this possible?"

Nightingale's bone saw clattered to the ground.

As a top-tier Servant in the medical field, her worldview was greatly shaken.

"No disinfection? No stitches? Not even excision? The wound... disappeared?"

"This defies medical common sense! This is unscientific! This is cheating!"

"To talk about common sense in front of this man is foolish in itself."

Morgan sneered from the side. Although his words were sarcastic, his eyes were full of pride as he looked at Luo Chen.

"Well……"

As the last bit of the curse was dispelled, Ramana's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, then he suddenly opened them.

Luo Chen's calm face was reflected in his crimson pupils.

"I'm alive?"

Rama suddenly sat up and instinctively touched his chest.

Healed completely, without even a scar.

The excruciating pain that had been tormenting him vanished without a trace, replaced by a surge of magical power throughout his body.

"Who are you?"

Rama stared at Luo Chen in shock, then looked at the group of terrifying onlookers around him (especially Tamamo Cat, who was sharpening a kitchen knife next to him, and Nightingale, who looked like a fanatic who wanted to dissect him).

"Is this the underworld? Why are there so many... strange people?"

"This is next door to hell."

Luo Chen withdrew his hand, stood up, and casually took the damp towel handed to him by Tamamo Cat to wipe his hands.

"I am Luo Chen. The doctor who rescued you from that mad king's gun."

"How are you? Can you move your body now, young man?"

Rama took a deep breath and jumped off the rock.

Although the body is still somewhat weak, the spirit foundation has been fully restored.

He clenched his fist, feeling the power returning, and then bowed deeply to Luo Chen.

His movements were precise and showed the refinement of royalty.

"Thank you for saving my life, unknown king."

Rama raised his head, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge:

"My name is Rama. I am a prince of Kosala."

"Although I would very much like to repay you, I must now... rush to Washington immediately."

"That mad king... he took away what was most important to me."

"Sita, right?"

Luo Chen uttered that name calmly.

Rama's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes instantly filled with pain and longing:

"You...know Sita?"

"Yes! My wife! My only love! She's been captured by that mad king! Because of the 'curse,' although we were summoned at the same time, we can never see each other again!"

"Calm down, kid."

Luo Chen reached out and pressed down on the excited Luo Mo:

"That Mad King isn't someone you can take on single-handedly. You almost died last time, and going there this time would just be suicide."

"I want to go too!"

Rama gritted his teeth, tears welling in his eyes:

"Even if I die, I want to die in the place closest to her!"

"What a devoted lover."

Luo Chen shook his head, then turned around and looked at the crowd behind him.

Artoria placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, her eyes resolute.

Scáthach toyed with her magic spear, a look on her face saying, "This is going to be interesting."

Morgan yawned boredly, seemingly urging the event to end quickly.

"Listen carefully, Rama."

Luo Chen pointed to the impressive "Round Table Expeditionary Force" behind him:

"We're going to Washington too. Our goal is to kick that mad king and his queen off their thrones."

"Since it's on my way, I'll give you a ride."

"As for that curse..."

A hint of disdain flashed in Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils:

"I can even erase the curse of the demonic spear that guarantees certain death, so what is a mere curse of 'unable to meet'?"

You mean...

Rama stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"Join the team, young man."

Luo Chen extended his hand to him:

"Follow me. I'll lead you into that castle and let you hold your bride in your arms."

"Consider this my discharge gift to you, you 'quack doctor'."

Rama looked at the hand.

That was the hand of the strong, and also the hand that gave him hope.

Without any hesitation, he gripped it tightly.

"Yes, Alliance Leader!"

"If you can save Sita, Rama's life is yours!"