Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 147 The Crucifixion

The destruction of the blasphemous core of St. Paul's Cathedral was like severing the central nervous system of London's infected population.

Although the chaos in the city did not subside immediately, the "Bloodthirsty Revelers," having lost unified command and energy support, regressed to their initial state of madness but lack of organization.

This gave the Hellsong defenses a precious respite and a chance to clear out.

Helsing stood in the command center, watching the data on the screen showing a significant drop in stress levels across London's boroughs.

The tension in his nerves eased slightly, but the seriousness between his brows did not disappear.

This is only the victory of one battle, far from the end of the war.

"Mr. Wang Bai, Silas, thank you for your hard work."

She spoke into the communicator.

"The situation in London has stabilized for the time being. But—"

Her gaze shifted to the global map, and to the few other isolated points of light still struggling to survive within Britain.

"We have just received an encrypted distress signal from the 13th Division outpost in the Scottish Highlands. Their situation is dire. Father Anderson seems to be having trouble that is difficult to handle by conventional means."

Wang Bai had just finished adjusting his breathing when he heard this and looked up.

A stirring within the Imaginary Tree within him, stemming from the world's own rejection and lamentation of the "Blood Cross" rule's corruption, guided him to look north.

"I see."

Wang Bai stood up and said, "The threat to London has been temporarily averted, but the root cause remains. The fall of other strongholds will only make the final disaster more difficult to manage. I need to go to the Highlands."

Silas looked at Helsing with a questioning look in his eyes.

Helsing pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Silas, you stay in London to help strengthen the defenses and clean up the remnants."

Mr. Wang Bai, I'm leaving the highlands in your care.

We will provide you with the fastest transportation and the necessary coordinates. May God bless you.

She paused, then added, "Stay in touch. If—if you find any clues about the Blood Cross's origins in the Highlands—"

"I will let you know as soon as possible," Wang Bai promised.

Soon after, a specially modified vertical takeoff and landing transport aircraft, capable of low-altitude high-speed flight, carrying Wang Bai, broke through the lingering smoke of battle over London.

During the flight, Wang Bai looked down through the porthole.

The once lush, magnificent, and vast Scottish Highlands are now largely covered by an unnatural, bleak gray color, as if life has been ripped away from them.

Scattered flames and explosions dotted the dark gray earth with cruel patterns, proof that the resistance was still ongoing.

Wang Bai held a personnel report in his hand, which was more like a personal autobiographical novel than a report.

"I don't know what the point is of showing me this?"

"Ordinary people who survived this disaster can only be called lucky ones."

The paper in his hand contained information on the combat personnel as currently known, information that Section Thirteen had transmitted to the Hellsong Organization.

These are recently recruited personnel, to prevent conflict between the two groups.

If this disaster hadn't weakened humanity so much, these two organizations probably wouldn't have had the chance to cooperate.

The transport plane was approaching the Thirteenth Division outpost—a sturdy fortress converted from an ancient castle.

It wasn't caused by an infected person, but rather by the castle guards' misjudgment due to their nervousness.

After quickly confirming their identities, the transport plane was able to make an emergency landing in a relatively flat valley behind the castle.

As soon as Wang Bai stepped out of the cabin, a biting wind carrying the smells of gunpowder, blood, and a faint, cloyingly sweet odor of decay hit him.

Unlike the oppressive atmosphere of London's street fighting, the battlefields here appear more primitive and brutal.

The castle is built against the mountain, with thick walls and numerous firing ports and heavy weapon platforms.

However, at this moment, this ancient fortress is enduring an unprecedented impact.

"Excuse me, we thought you were one of those crazy infected people attacking us again?"

"My name is Ian, and I apologize on my behalf."

Upon hearing the other party's words, Wang Bai instantly understood the castle garrison's reactive behavior.

These infected individuals are piloting the most advanced technological machines in human history, and even Wang Bai has to take them seriously.

"It's alright, your attacks are nothing to me anyway."

Wang Bai responded.

He then asked them, "So, could you briefly describe the situation on your side?"

"The infected who attacked the castle were quite different from the 'bloodthirsty revelers' in London."

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"They are more like a mixture of victims and traitors crawling out of some kind of cruel religious painting."

"The suffering travelers, numerous in number, do not attack proactively, but rather, like pilgrims, slowly but steadily approach the castle's barrage of fire."

Bullets and shrapnel tore through their bodies, causing immense pain, yet their faces radiated an extreme, almost sublime, ecstasy.

Even more terrifying is that the damage they suffer seems to transform into an invisible "pain field." The more injured they are, the more the guards within a certain radius around them feel mentally depressed, react slowly, and even have the urge to self-harm.

They are like living, moving totems of pain.

The Touch of Judah is hidden among the Passion Walkers. Its appearance is not much different from that of ordinary infected people, but its eyes gleam with an eerie silver light.

They do not directly attack the physical body, but release powerful mental pollution waves that can distort the soldiers' cognition, making them see their comrades as enemies, or trap them in inescapable hallucinations of fear and despair.

Some of the fortifications around the castle have fallen due to infighting among the garrison.

False angels hovered high in the sky, their backs covered with twisted wings made of bones and tattered membranes.

It emitted a piercing, blasphemous shriek.

What they dropped were not bombs, but filthy blood sacs filled with highly corrosive substances that exuded a strong stench of spiritual pollution.

These blood sacs, striking the city walls, not only caused physical corrosion but also weakened the defenses and drove the nearby defenders into a brief frenzy.

After giving a brief overview of the infected people currently surrounding the castle, the guard squad leader, Ian, continued, "The castle's defenses mainly rely on the elite Corpse Cutter Squad of the Vatican's Thirteenth Division, as well as some surviving highland soldiers."

At the heart of the battle was undoubtedly the man clad in priest's robes and wielding countless Bayonets—Father Alexander Anderson.

When the priest was mentioned, Wang Bai noticed that Ian's eyes almost shone, and he became extremely excited.

Yes, that fits his prejudice against some religious people.

However, in this apocalyptic reality, the existence of such fanatics can be said to be more beneficial than harmful.

Wang Bai looked at the battlefield not far away—the battle on the ancient castle wall had reached a fever pitch.

Dressed in a priest's robe, Alexander Anderson resembled a furious lion, his holy nails transforming into a silver storm that pinned the infected who attempted to climb the wall to their deaths.

His roars and prayers even drowned out the noise of the battlefield.

However, the situation for the defending troops became increasingly precarious.

The slow-moving "Passion Walker," which transforms the pain it endures into an invisible force field that erodes the spirit of the defenders, and the "Touch of Judah," which creates chaotic illusions, are causing the defenses to crumble.

High above, distorted "false angels" continuously drop corrosive, filthy blood sacs.

Wang Bai's appearance immediately caught Anderson's attention.

The priest's gaze swept over the unfamiliar Easterner, his expression filled with undisguised scrutiny and a natural aversion to heretical forces.

"Another lost lamb, or a wolf in sheep's clothing?"

He didn't speak, but his eyes said it all.

Wang Bai ignored this warning; the battlefield situation allowed no room for politeness.

He quickly determined that the greatest threat at present was spiritual pollution.

With hands lightly pressed down, ancient language was recited:

"Ansuz! Sowilo!"

A massive, complex rune composed of light unfolded around him, and a warm halo quickly covered a large area of ​​the city wall.

"Mental barriers! Radiance dispels them!"

Under the halo, the defending soldiers felt the chaotic whispers and distorted illusions in their minds melt away like snow, and the pain field from the "Passionate Walker" was also greatly weakened.

Morale was boosted!

The Touch of Judah let out a shriek of alarm and fury, for the first time their power had been purified on such a large scale.

A look of disbelief flashed in Anderson's eyes.

He gave Wang Bai a deep look, his gaze complex, but he swung the holy nail in his hand even more swiftly.

"The Corpse Chopping Team! Counterattack! For the glory of the Lord!"

Wang Bai's support had an immediate effect, but he knew it was only a temporary measure.

He found Anderson, who was directing the battle, and said succinctly, "Father, the scope of purification is limited; if the source isn't eliminated, the pollution will be endless. There must be a core controlling these monsters."

Anderson wiped the blood splattered on his face, his voice hoarse and cold: "Heretic, what do you want to say?"

"I sensed a powerful aggregate of countless thoughts of pain and betrayal deep in that valley."

Wang Bai pointed in the direction the infected were coming from, "That's the heart of the contamination in this area. Defense will only lead to exhaustion; we must organize a sharpshooter team to strike at the core and destroy it!"

Anderson stared silently at Wang Bai, his battlefield rationality telling him that the suggestion was correct.

Anderson slammed a holy nail into the wall and roared, "Fine! I'll see if your power can stand against true evil! But I warn you, if you make any move, I'll be the first to purify you!"

A makeshift elite squad was quickly formed: Wang Bai, Anderson, and several of the most elite and steadfast members of the "corpse-chopping" team.

The squad, like blades drawn from their sheaths, burst out from a hidden gap in the side of the castle.

Wang Bai used runes to slightly increase the team's movement speed and obscure their presence, allowing them to avoid being entangled by most ordinary infected.

Anderson then used the Holy Nail to clear a path, instantly tearing apart any infected who dared to approach.

The deeper you go into the valley, the more eerie the environment becomes.

The cloying, rotten smell that filled the air was almost tangible, and the ground was covered with a sticky substance that looked like congealed blood.

Infected beings, still convulsing and howling, began to appear all around, nailed to twisted crosses. They formed some kind of evil ritual array, constantly sending painful energy into the center of the valley.

Finally, deep within the valley, they saw their destination—

It was a colossal, suffocating monster, its main body formed by the twisting and fusion of countless bodies of "Passion Walkers" and "Touch of Judah," creating a blasphemous form that resembled a humanoid shape, yet was also like a melting candle.

Its "head" has no facial features, only a huge, inverted cross brand that drips blood.

Countless pained and contorted faces appeared on his body, wailed, and then sank back down.

It didn't move; it just stood there quietly.

Like a giant pain receiver and amplifier, it gathers all the despair, pain, and betrayal emotions collected from the entire highlands, and then radiates them outwards, supporting the endless external attacks.

This is the "heart" of the highlands—the "Crucifixion".

"How blasphemous!" Anderson's eyes were bloodshot, pure rage burning in them.

Seemingly sensing a threat, the "Crucifix" moved.

Its inverted cross-shaped head turned towards the squad, and an invisible, overwhelming spiritual impact swept over them like a tsunami!

Even Anderson and the elite Corpse Cutter team felt their souls being torn apart, and hallucinations appeared before their eyes!

Wang Bai was prepared, and his strongest protective runes instantly unfolded, hardening against the mental impact like a reef and protecting the team members.

"Father! Its physical defenses may be relatively weak, but its mental attacks are extremely powerful! I'll withstand its mental assault; you take care of the physical destruction!"

Wang Bai quickly devised a strategy.

"Just what I wanted!"

Anderson roared, and a burst of intense holy light erupted from his body, forcibly repelling the remaining mental interference.

Like an arrow released from a bow, he charged toward the "Passion Icon" with twice the number of holy nails in his hand!

Several enormous faces, resembling the Touch of Judas, emerged from the surface of the "Crucifixion," emitting a superimposed shriek powerful enough to drive ordinary people mad instantly!

At the same time, it swung its giant arm, which was made up of countless fused bodies, and smashed it toward Anderson with a suffocating gale!

"Don't even think about it!" Wang Bai pushed his intent power to its limit, transforming it into blazing spiritual arrows that shot towards the screaming faces, forcibly interrupting their spellcasting!

Anderson seized the fleeting opportunity, his body moving with uncanny speed, narrowly avoiding the blow of the giant arm, and fiercely plunging the holy nail in his hand into the leg of the "Crucifix".

"laugh--!"

The sacred power contained in the holy nails, upon contact with the filthy flesh and blood, produced a branding sound and billowed black smoke.

The "Crucifixion" emitted a silent roar mixed with pain and anger, and the entire valley trembled in response!

But it was not severely damaged. The granulation tissue at the wound writhed wildly, trying to expel the holy nail, while more pained faces appeared, and an even more violent mental storm began to gather.

"No! Regeneration is too fast! We need an even stronger purifying force working simultaneously!"

Anderson quickly retreated and shouted to Wang Bai.

Wang Bai also realized this.

Simple physical attacks and localized purification are insufficient to completely destroy this core that is painfully connected to the entire highlands.