Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 148 The Last Battalion

"Father! Trust me this once!" Wang Bai looked sharply at Anderson. "Try to guide your power to the location I specify! We need to 'overwrite' it from both the inside and outside simultaneously!"

Anderson's pupils contracted slightly. This was an extremely risky proposal—to entrust power to a heretic of unknown origin.

But looking at the ever-regenerating monster and feeling the overwhelming blasphemy it exuded, he made a decision.

"Point there!"

Wang Bai pointed to the very center of the inverted cross branding on the chest of the "Crucifixion," where the energy is most concentrated, and it may also be the most vulnerable point!

"In the name of the Father, may your power lead to the light!"

Anderson roared, channeling all his holy power into a specially made holy nail that shone with blinding brilliance.

But instead of throwing it, he used it as a fuse and amplifier for energy!

At the same time, Zhu Bai gathered all his spiritual power and the power of the Imaginary Tree.

It's no longer just about defense and purification, but about guiding the concept of "overwriting" once again!

The phantom of the Imaginary Tree loomed behind him, its warm and promising light beginning to counteract the surrounding despair.

"Now!"

Anderson hurled the holy nail, imbued with immense holy power, at the core point designated by Wang Bai!

Wang Bai then combined the power of the Imaginary Tree's "overwriting" with all of his own rune magic, transforming it into a pure white beam of light that appeared gentle but contained the will to "deny existence."

It struck first, almost simultaneously with the holy nail, hitting the core of the inverted cross mark!

The sacred purification and the rewriting of rules, two completely different and even mutually exclusive power systems, resonated and overlapped in an incredible way for a common goal!

"Awooo—!!!"

The "Passion Icon" let out the most mournful and real scream since its creation!

The inverted cross mark at the core shattered inch by inch under the impact of the holy light, and under the "overwriting" of the power of the Imaginary Tree, the "painful rules" that constitute its existence are being forcibly erased and replaced!

There was no explosion, only a silent disintegration.

Starting from its core, the massive body, like a sand sculpture scattered by the wind, rapidly turned into primordial ashes.

The faces that had been contorted in pain on their bodies began to show expressions of relief, and then the pain vanished.

The evil aura and spiritual pollution that had enveloped the entire valley vanished as quickly as the tide receded.

The infected individuals, like overloaded machines suddenly having their power cut off, stopped moving and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Anderson leaned on his knees, breathing heavily.

He straightened up and walked up to Wang Bai, no longer showing the rejection and scrutiny he had before.

"I, Alexander Anderson, thank God, you have saved so many people!"

Anderson recalled the light he had just seen, and the feeling it gave him was incredibly warm.

Perhaps, in this apocalyptic world, the other party is a prophet who has come to save them.

Wang Bai nodded slightly, about to say something, when the communicator in his pocket suddenly vibrated rapidly, and Helsing's anxious voice came through: "Mr. Wang Bai, what's the situation on the highlands? We just intercepted an extremely weak signal from the direction of the Last Squadron's island—the content was only a repetition of—'They're coming from the sea'—and then the communication was completely cut off!"

Inside the command center, the lights flickered on and off, and most of the screens were covered in static or red, indicating a loss of control.

Schrödinger's figure flashed into view, bringing news of yet another defensive line collapsing.

"This is... absolutely fantastic!"

The major opened his arms as if embracing the utter chaos and destruction.

"Look, Schrödinger, this is war!"

The ultimate form that is pure, uncontrolled, and crushes all irrational and inhuman beings!

More beautiful than any event we've ever organized!

Schrödinger calmly replied, "But Major, it seems we too must become part of this beauty. The self-destruct sequence is ready."

"Ah, yes. A perfect ending."

The major nodded, then, as if remembering something, a strange look of reminiscence appeared on his face.

"Speaking of which, Schrödinger, don't you find it ironic?"

We, the last battalion existing for the war, and Hellsing, obsessed with annihilating us, that fanatic Anderson—

Now, however, because of these monsters who don't even understand what war is and only know how to revel, they are forced to stand on the same side, even if it's only temporary and a tacit understanding.

There was no formal agreement, no handshake or reconciliation.

Only occasionally, before the radio completely failed, could fragments of their communications be intercepted, revealing that they were also in different places, fighting the same enemy in their own way.

That woman, Integula Helsing, probably wishes she could tear me to pieces.

But in the face of chaos that destroys everything, even hatred seems—so luxurious and insignificant.

Would you consider this a kind of unconventional collaboration?

To prevent this world from being completely destroyed by the base desires of those outside of us? Heh—hahahahaha!

"Report!"

A vampire soldier, covered in blood and missing a horn, stumbled into the command post.

"The captain—detonated the high explosives on his body, taking three imitators with him—a total loss! East District Defense Line—"

Total collapse!

Almost simultaneously, Yang Valentine's last, hoarse voice, laced with the whistling of swords and the sounds of explosions, came through the communicator: "The West Side has fallen! For the Millennial Empire—!"

Immediately, communications were replaced by violent explosions and the constant static.

Lieutenant Thorin's signal also disappeared completely from the screen.

The surveillance footage in the doctor's lab went completely black, with only faint, inhuman screams and the sound of shattering glass audible.

The fortress is falling, and the last remaining troops are perishing.

"See, Schrödinger, this is the end! Not defeated by his nemesis, but swallowed by the tide of chaos! How—pure!"

A sickly red glow appeared on the major's face.

Just a second before his finger was about to fall and trigger the self-destruct program that would ultimately purify everything, a sudden change occurred!

The path is complex and ancient, emanating runic phantoms that dispel the fog and bring enlightenment.

Accompanied by a pure and unfamiliar energy, it instantly enveloped the entire core area of ​​the command post, greatly weakening the irritating and nauseating high-frequency sound wave interference!

The flickering lights in the command post stabilized for a moment, the snow on the screen decreased, and some of the external monitoring footage became clear again!

The major's finger, which was about to press the button, froze in mid-air. The maniacal laughter on his face solidified, transforming into extreme astonishment and—an even more intense excitement!

"What is this?!" His crimson electronic eyes flashed wildly, processing this sudden intervention that was beyond his comprehension.

The figure of Warrant Officer Schrödinger fluctuated violently the moment Wang Bai's power intervened, as if his quantum superposition state was briefly disturbed by this external force.

He looked at the major in surprise, then at the void, his cat ears standing straight up: "Major, an unknown observer has intervened—status—uncertain!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The major burst into an even louder, more maniacal laugh than before, filled with the joy of discovering a new toy.

"Could it be that besides this damn plague and the chaos behind it, something else damned has come into our world?"

"Scherdinger, it seems our war has reached a new level of significance!"

He didn't have time to delve into the source of this aid—whether it was from God, a demon, an alien being, or the mysterious person rumored in London.

None of that matters! What matters is that a new variable has emerged in the war!

This made his dying heart start beating violently again!

"Schrödinger! Give the order!" The major's voice was hoarse with excitement, but it carried an unquestionable authority. "Distribute all identification codes to every unit that can still move!"

Prioritize clearing out the ghosts inside!

The technical department must immediately adjust all anti-interference filtering and IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) systems based on the new data!

Let us—give these scum who know nothing about war—a final lesson in the aesthetics of war!

This incredibly precise and perfectly timed support was like injecting the most potent adrenaline into a body on the verge of cardiac arrest.

The remaining members of the last large force—those battered vampire soldiers and technicians—exploded with astonishing efficiency.

Using the new identification code, they swiftly and efficiently identified the "imitator" hidden within the team, and after a brief moment of shock and confusion, completely eliminated him.

The partially restored automatic turret was recalibrated and unleashed a furious barrage of bullets at the infected horde that had lost its "noise" cover.

In an instant, the infected who had already flooded into the fortress were forcibly pushed back!

They recaptured several key crossfire points and reorganized a thin but exceptionally resilient defensive line!

They bought themselves time, and the chance to play one last powerful note in this devastating finale.

The major looked at the screen and sighed with satisfaction. Although the battle was still in dire straits, it was no longer a one-sided rout.

He sat back in the conductor's chair, as if he were enjoying a magnificent opera.

"Thank you so much, Your Excellency, the unknown person."

He looked into the void and chuckled softly, his tone filled with sincere gratitude.

"You made this final dance even more—magnificent."

Remotely delivering information and energy is a considerable burden on Wang Bai's mental strength.

Especially for precise intervention over such a long distance.

But he could sense that although the people on the island were temporarily stable, they were still swaying in the gale and could be extinguished at any moment.

More importantly, amidst the major's frenzied consciousness and the pervasive blood cross pollution on the island, he detected a unique fluctuation that was clearer and more active than that in London!

"It seems they've placed more 'bets' here than we thought—"

Wang Bai no longer hesitated.

He locked onto the island's coordinates, the power of the Imaginary Tree flowing around him, and the unique spatial perception generated by combining it with his demi-human abilities allowed him to vaguely "touch" the connections between worlds.

He took a step forward, his figure blurring amidst the ruins of London.

The next moment, it had already broken through the barrier of space.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, gunpowder, and the acrid smell of molten metal. Explosions, gunshots, inhuman screams, and maniacal laughter never ceased. The major remained seated in his command chair, now moved to the more sturdy outer corridor of the command post, allowing him a more "direct" view of the final battle. Schrödinger stood beside him.

Just then, the space in front of them distorted, like ripples on water, and Wang Bai's figure solidified, landing steadily on the metal floor riddled with bullet holes and bloodstains.

"!?"

Schrödinger's cat ears perked up instantly, and his body subconsciously went into a state of alert. His very existence was subtly rippled by this abrupt spatial jump.

The major's electronic eyes suddenly lit up, and the smile on his face froze.

Then, like a blooming flower of evil, it became even more brilliant and frenzied.

He slowly stood up from the conductor's chair, his obese body trembling slightly with excitement.

"Oh, my God!"

He clapped enthusiastically, his voice rising with excitement, "What a magnificent entrance! Transcending space, like a god descending to earth! Are you the 'player' who rolled the dice behind the scenes? Or are you here to personally take the final bow for this performance?"

Wang Bai paid no attention to the major's dramatic words. His gaze swept across the brutal battlefield, sensing the nauseating madness in the air and the cold, hidden aura of the Incubators.

He cut straight to the point: "I'm not here to enjoy a show, Major. I'm here to clean up the pollution."

Including what you are fighting against, and — something more hidden.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the buildings and look into some depth of the island. "The remnants of the Incubators, or the forces controlling the remaining civilization of the Incubators, are here, and they are very active."

"Incubator?"

The major tilted his head, a look of interest on his face. "Ah, you mean the cold rationality hidden behind the madness?"

We did catch some discordant signals, but they were well hidden, like mice.

Compared to them, these madmen in front of me, indulging in their desires, are actually more "honest."

Just then, a soldier's anxious report came through the communication!

The ground beneath our feet began to shake violently without warning, as if a giant object was churning underground!

"Watch out for the ground!"

The concrete road surface at that location suddenly cracked!

A colossal "Abyssal Stalker," over three meters in diameter, its body covered in a viscous, dark slime and fragments of rock.

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Like a giant worm emerging from hell, it opened its massive maw—composed of countless rotating bone fragments—large enough to devour a tank, and lunged toward the center of the squad!

The head above bears traces of dozens of infected individuals intertwined and merged, with many faces still moving.

He stared intently at everyone present!

"No," Wang Bai exclaimed in surprise, "Have the infected completely lost their humanity?"

The fishy wind and gravel it brought with it hit us in the face, making it hard to breathe.

"Fire! Aim for its mouthparts!"

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The squad commander roared.