Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 145 Victory—?

Sylas also cooperated well, while Black Ghost held off most of the guards.

She used "Harkang" to precisely snipe those who tried to interfere with Wang Bai's spellcasting.

The vampire's powerful physical abilities and firepower were perfectly displayed at this moment.

The battle was swift and intense. When the last high priest perished in the blazing white light, the remaining "Frenzied Guardians" seemed to lose their support, their movements becoming stiff and sluggish, and they were easily dealt with by the Black Phantom and Silas.

Before them stood the magnificent St. Paul's Cathedral, which exuded an aura of endless evil.

The once solemn gate was now covered with a layer of writhing, blood vessel-like flesh and blood tissue, and in the center, a huge, pulsating blood cross pattern was clearly visible.

"Should we—blow it up?" Silas asked, raising her gun.

Wang Bai shook his head, then reached out and gently pressed his hand against the writhing flesh gate.

A faint light emanated from his palm, and the writhing flesh gate seemed to encounter a higher-level being, trembling violently.

A strong, nauseating smell of blood wafted out as if it were a tangible substance.

Wang Bai and Silas exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Helsing, an ordinary person, and other ordinary people remained outside.

The mere smell of blood was enough to prevent ordinary people from exerting even half of their strength.

Without hesitation, the two stepped into the blasphemous temple.

The scene inside the church was enough to drive any sane person in an instant madness.

The enormous nave was no longer a place of prayer for believers, but had become a living, writhing factory of flesh and blood.

Wang Bai was initially curious because although the number of infected people he had seen was very large, it was still too few for the entire population of a city.

Now Wang Bai finally understood where that large number of people had gone.

The original benches, sculptures, and pipe organ —

Everything was merged into a colossal base, a massive structure of countless still convulsing, wailing, and groaning bodies twisting and intertwining, forming the foundation of some indescribable evil altar.

In the center of the altar, three mummified corpses dressed in tattered bishop robes floated.

Their chests were cut open, but instead of internal organs, three pulsating energy cores flashing with an ominous red light were found.

From that constantly pulsating, peculiar substance that replaced the heart, Wang Bai sensed the presence of the incubator.

These heart-like substances, like parasites, took root in the bishop's corpse and extended countless red energy tentacles, connecting with the entire flesh altar.

Above the altar, where the church dome once stood, was now replaced by a massive, twisted blood cross made of pure evil energy.

It was like a living organ, pulsating slowly. With each pulsation, it drew life energy and despair from all of London and even further afield, and purified and transformed them through the three fragments of the incubator.

Without even thinking, Wang Bai understood.

The incubators did indeed come to this world, and they did indeed want to restart their own civilization through the despair and emotions of this world.

But they probably didn't expect that they themselves would be crushed by the madness of this world.

Wang Bai took a deep breath. Even the remnants of the Incubator Civilization were not so easily wiped out.

However, the fact that a portion of its members were used as energy cores demonstrates just how terrifying the seemingly insignificant Blood Cross Infection is.

As Wang Bai was watching, the scenery before him suddenly shifted.

Wang Bai could clearly sense that the blood-red characters on the dome were using the enormous emotional energy collected from the fragments of the incubator to try to reconstruct a miniature, but more distorted, "energy harvesting system" in this world!

They are no longer bystanders or simple users, but have deeply and dangerously merged with the despairing essence of this world!

"Blasphemy—utter blasphemy—"

Looking at the scene before her, even as a vampire, Silas felt an instinctive disgust and fear.

Seemingly sensing the intruder, the light from the three fragments of the Incubator in the center of the altar suddenly became dazzling!

A cold, chaotic, and superimposed mixed consciousness, filled with countless crazy ideas, surged into the minds of Wang Bai and Silas like a tidal wave!

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"Join the eternal feast!"

"Understanding—pain—is—the ultimate—"

At the same time, the entire flesh altar came to life!

Countless tentacles and claws formed from the fusion of infected bodies attacked the two from all directions like a forest!

The bodies that formed the base opened their empty, frenzied eyes and emitted chilling garbled words and howls.

"Silas, guard your mind! Their mental attacks are ten times stronger than those outside!"

Wang Bai shouted loudly, pushing the power of his artistic conception to its limit, resisting the pervasive spiritual pollution like a rock.

At the same time, he waved his hands repeatedly, and the runes Hagalaz and Thurisaz combined once again. A violent storm of ice and lightning swept outwards from him, shattering and freezing the first fleshy tentacles that rushed in!

Silas also unleashed more of her vampire power, pushing her speed to its limit as she weaved through the dense attacks.

The roar of "Harkang" was incessant, blasting any approaching flesh and blood creatures into fragments.

But the enemy's regeneration speed was too fast! The entire church seemed to be a living monster, with the Incubator Fragments providing it with cold computing power, and the Blood Cross's despair energy providing almost infinite regenerative power.

"Those three cores must be destroyed!"

Wang Bai's gaze was fixed on the three pulsating fragments in the center of the altar.

He attempted to use rune magic for a ranged attack, but the attack energy was distorted and weakened by the dense blood cross energy field surrounding the fragment as it approached.

"I'll clear the way for you!"

Silas understood Wang Bai's intention.

She took a deep breath, raised the vampire power to the limit she could control, and let out a sharp roar. The enormous shadow power surged forward like a black wave, temporarily clearing a narrow passage through the dense fleshy tentacles in front of her!

"Now!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Bai moved like lightning, rushing straight towards the altar along the passage opened by Silas!

The black phantom hovered around him like a loyal guardian, severing any tentacles that tried to close the passage.

The closer one gets to the altar, the more intense the mental pollution and physical attacks become.

Wang Bai felt as if his consciousness had been thrown into a blender, with countless crazy thoughts trying to flood in.

He held fast to his intention, visualizing the warm and potentially radiant glow of the Imaginary Tree in his mind, and forcibly steadied himself.

Finally, he rushed to the foot of the altar!

Facing the three fragments of the Incubator that were so close at hand, constantly emanating a mixture of coldness and madness, Wang Bai focused all his spirit, will, and guidance of the power of the Imaginary Tree on a single point!

He knew that mere destruction might not be able to completely eradicate this existence that was intertwined with the corruption of rules.

What he needs is—a copy!

"With this empty dream borne by my body," I hereby declare one.

Wang Bai's voice pierced through the frenzied noise, carrying an undeniable authority.

"The distorted rules of this world, the alien things that should not exist in this world, here—negation! Overwriting! Return to nothingness!"

He thrust both hands forward with a sudden burst of force!

It was no longer the light of runes, but the phantom of the illusory tree connected to his soul.

For the first time, it appeared clearly and powerfully in this world! Warm, vibrant, and containing infinite "possibilities" light, like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation, collided violently with that blasphemous blood-red cross light!

This is a direct confrontation between two different levels of rules!

It's a conflict between "redemption" and "despair"!

It's a battle between "life" and "distortion"!

Wherever the light of the Imaginary Tree reached, the writhing flesh lost its vitality as if purified, turning into ashes.

The cold fragments of the incubator emitted a sharp, mournful cry, as if a short circuit had occurred, and the red light flickered violently and erratically.

The enormous blood-red cross phantom began to fluctuate and distort violently, as if it would collapse at any moment!

That mixed, frenzied consciousness let out a final, unwilling scream.

But the power of the Imaginary Tree represents a higher level of "definition power".

Under Wang Bai's dedicated guidance, the rewriting is underway!

One by one, the red light of the Incubator fragments dimmed and went out, finally shattering into countless points of light with a "crack" and dissipating into the light of the Imaginary Tree.

Without the support of the incubator fragments and the guidance of "rationality", the huge blood-dried phantom emitted an unbearable roar and collapsed!

It transformed into a sky full of blood-red light rain, which was then completely purified and devoured by the light of the Imaginary Tree.

The entire flesh altar, as if it had lost its core, instantly stopped wriggling and regenerating, and then began to decay, collapse, and turn to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The malevolent pressure that had hung over London dissipated as quickly as the tide receded.

Outside the church, the infected people who were in a state of pilgrimage suddenly stopped moving, and the fanaticism and piety in their eyes quickly faded.

The pressure on London's defenses was suddenly relieved.

Exhausted, Wang Bai knelt on one knee, panting heavily, as the illusory image of the Imaginary Tree slowly receded into his body.

This rewriting almost exhausted his energy.

Silas came to his side, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at the rapidly collapsing blasphemous scene before him.

"We...succeeded?"

Wang Bai raised his head and looked at the pale moonlight that was no longer tainted by blood and light, shining through the broken dome, and slowly nodded.

"The crisis in London has been temporarily averted. But—"

Just now, through his confrontation with the Blood Cross in the church, he could clearly sense the presence of the same fluctuations in two other locations.

It was obvious that there were also Blood Cross infected people there.

Wang Bai felt puzzled. The shape of the blood cross clearly did not seem to have any power, yet it caused such a great impact.

It's like knowing there's a deer in a room, but you can't see or touch it.

The only thing that could be felt was madness, distortion, and chaos, which was emanating from this deer named "Blood Cross".

This will was like a plague, infecting everyone, even the incubator civilization was not spared.

It's fair to say that this world is doomed.

At the current rate of infection and death, the world's population will rapidly drop to a dangerous level in less than three years.

The so-called danger line is when the population declines to a certain level, and even if people reproduce, it will gradually disappear over time.

As a contractor of the Imaginary Tree, the instincts emanating from it prevented him from standing by and watching the world before him perish.

"Where can we find the answer?"

1

My name is Lyon, and I used to own a small bookstore in London.

Now, I am a mouse that has survived for seven days by sheer luck.

On the day the blood-dried words appeared, I was repairing the cover of an old book.

The screams came from across the street, not screams of fear, but—a chilling howl mixed with ecstasy and pain.

Through the shop window, I saw Mr. Smith, dressed in a suit and tie, stab his secretary in the eye with a letter opener, a bright yet twisted smile on his face that I had never seen before.

At that moment, I knew the world was over.

I reacted quickly, pulled down the security shutter door, and hid in the underground storage room deep inside the bookstore.

There were no windows, only rows of dusty bookshelves and damp air. I survived on a few boxes of bottled water and some expired canned goods that I had stockpiled.

The sounds coming from above are a symphony of hell.

The sounds of shattering glass, explosions, maniacal laughter, and the continuous, seemingly endless sounds of tearing and chewing.

Occasionally, I can hear clear, “wise” snippets of conversation.

They were discussing how to arrange the corpses more "artistically" and how to make the flames burn in more "beautiful" patterns.

They are not beasts; they are demons in human skin, possessing reason.

On the seventh day, the water was almost gone. I had no choice but to risk going up.

I quietly pulled the roller shutter door open a crack.

It was dusk outside, but the sky was dark red, as if it were soaked in blood.

The familiar streets were turned into ruins, and the walls were covered with blasphemous patterns drawn with blood and filth.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burning.

I carefully climbed out and moved among the ruins like a ghost.

My self-identification is that unattended convenience store on the street corner, where there might still be leftover food.

However, I underestimated their spirit of "entertainment".

I had just reached the entrance of the convenience store when a sharp laugh, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, rang out from behind me.

"Look! A sneaky mouse!"

A woman in a tattered nurse's uniform jumped out from behind the rubble. She had a bright red, bleeding cross-shaped wound on her face, and her eyes were frighteningly bright.

She was holding a bloodstained scalpel.

Then, more figures appeared.

A man carrying a briefcase and wearing a tattered suit;

A burly butcher wielding a fire axe:

There were also a few young people dressed in hippie style, holding homemade Molotov cocktails.

They all wore that signature, gleeful yet cruel smile as they slowly surrounded them.