Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 149 The Source of Distortion

The bullet struck the Abyss Stalker's thick skin.

Most of them only leave shallow pits or are slid away by the mucus, making it difficult to cause fatal injuries.

Its massive body continued to crush down, unstoppable!

At this critical moment, Wang Bai did not choose to confront its sharpness head-on, but instead slammed both hands down on the ground!

Runes representing flow and defense were drawn.

The two runes of light instantly disappeared into the ground.

The ground in a large area ahead was temporarily altered, becoming soft and sticky like mud.

At the same time, an invisible and resilient root network seems to grow deep underground, anchoring and disrupting the environment!

The "Abyss Stalker" plunged headlong into the temporarily transformed "quicksand trap," its speed decreasing drastically.

The massive body, hampered by the obstruction at the front while still exerting force in the rear, resulted in severely distorted and uncoordinated movements, resembling a giant python stuck in mud, emitting angry and confused hisses.

"Now! Attack the exposed segment connections!"

Wang Bai shouted.

The last battalion of soldiers, who were already prepared, immediately unleashed all their heavy firepower—rocket launchers and high-explosive grenades—precisely at the relatively vulnerable joints exposed by the struggle!

"Boom! Boom boom!!"

Explosions continued, and slime and broken carapaces flew everywhere.

The Abyss Stalker let out a painful roar, its massive body convulsing violently, temporarily immobilized in place.

Before everyone could recover from the threat of the "Abyss Stalker"...

A high-frequency sound wave, extremely sharp and seemingly capable of penetrating directly into the brain, came from the ruins of a half-collapsed building on the side!

"The Noise Singer!"

Wherever the sound waves passed, the soldiers immediately felt dizzy, nauseous, and their shooting accuracy dropped significantly.

Even more critically, the team's communication equipment started emitting a piercing static noise again, and the command link that had just been restored was about to be interrupted once more.

Several soldiers who were nearby even covered their ears in pain, knelt down, and lost their fighting ability.

"Find it! Take it down!" the squad commander shouted, barely suppressing his discomfort, but the soldiers struggled to aim effectively due to the sonic interference.

Wang Bai frowned slightly; this interference, both mental and physical, was indeed troublesome.

He took a deep breath, and the power of the mental state flowed through his body like clear spring water, isolating him from external mental pollution.

He pinpointed the source of the sound waves, and with a flick of his wrist, a complex rune embodying the concepts of "tranquility" and "dispelling" materialized at his fingertips.

"Keep quiet."

He flicked his finger, and the talisman transformed into a stream of light, instantly disappearing into the ruins of that building.

In an instant, the maddeningly sharp sound waves seemed to have been cut off at their source, and came to an abrupt end!

A short, strange hiss, like someone being choked, faintly came from the ruins, and then there was silence.

With the interference gone, the soldiers immediately felt relieved and regained their footing.

However, the real killer move often appears at the most unexpected time.

Just as the team had repelled a wave of ordinary infected and was preparing to continue their advance, a scream suddenly came from the rear of the team!

Suddenly, a "soldier" who looked like he had fallen behind due to injury and had just been helped up by his comrades pulled out a bone dagger from behind and stabbed it into the neck of the person who had helped him up!

Immediately afterwards, his face and body contorted like a melting wax figure, quickly transforming into the likeness of another fallen soldier, lunging at his teammate who was changing magazines!

"Imitators!"

It somehow managed to sneak in!

Panic and suspicion spread through the squad in an instant!

Everyone instinctively distanced themselves from their companions, their gun barrels trembling slightly, wondering if the next "comrade" next to them would suddenly turn into a monster that devours people!

"Don't panic!"

Wang Bai's voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, calmed everyone's minds, "They can't hide it from me!"

In his eyes, the glimmer of the Imaginary Tree flickered.

In his perception, the energy characteristics of these "imitators" are subtly but fundamentally different from those of real life.

It is more like a mimicry puppet driven by "contamination rules," out of step with the energy flow of its surroundings.

"Three on the left, five on the right, two on the back!"

Wang Bai quickly reported his location.

The soldiers, who had already received the identification code and established initial trust in the Lord, did not hesitate at all.

Immediately turn the gun around and pull the trigger at the target Wang Bai pointed out!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before the "imitators" could even react, they were riddled with bullets by a barrage of fire, twisting back into their original forms covered in slime and bloody crosses.

With Wang Bai's precise "roll call" and the control and purification of the field by Rune Magic, the soldiers of the final squad were able to unleash their maximum combat effectiveness.

They worked together, using a barrage of fire to clear out the "Abyss Stalkers" restrained by Wang Bai, using precise shots to eliminate the "Imitators" marked by Wang Bai, and providing cover for Wang Bai while he defended against the "Noise Singers".

This battle is no longer a one-sided struggle, but has turned into an efficient and brutal cleanup.

Wang Bai, like the most precise scalpel, removed the diseased tissue; while the last large group of soldiers followed closely behind, cleaning and suturing the wound.

Ultimately, on the way to the shipyard, they successfully cleared away these three troublesome special mutants and opened up the road.

Although several more soldiers fell in the battle, the morale of the troops remained undiminished; on the contrary, they became even more determined because they saw the possibility of "victory".

The major learned of the battle situation through Schrödinger's relay, and his laughter rang out over the radio: "Well done! My soldiers!"

And you, Your Excellency! This is the beauty of teamwork!

The perfect combination of order and violence!

Now, let's go and find the "Source of Chaos" hiding in the shipyard!

Of course, things didn't develop that quickly.

The survivors have only just survived the attack by the Blood Cross Infected, but that doesn't mean they are much safer now.

Territorial loss, lack of supplies, viral infection —

Numerous obvious and major problems are troubling everyone, not to mention the series of smaller problems that arise from them.

However, the current situation has allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.

The blasphemous core of St. Paul's Cathedral was destroyed, as if the central nervous system of a mad beast had been severed.

Within London, the Blood Cross Infected, having lost unified command and energy support, remain dangerous, but their organization and threat level have significantly decreased.

The Hellsong organization, the remaining military forces, and the survivors inspired by Wang Bai's power began their assault from the fortified stronghold—

Starting from the point, they cleared the streets inch by inch and reclaimed the lost ground.

Meanwhile, the Vatican stronghold in the Scottish Highlands also stabilized thanks to Wang Bai's timely remote support.

Father Anderson, filled with complex emotions about the "unknown force," threw himself into the purification work with even greater fervor, driving the remaining infected out of the vicinity of the highland fortress.

The major and his remaining men did not leave.

They used the island's relatively isolated geographical location and its facilities, which had not yet completely collapsed, to assist in monitoring the North Sea region.

And make use of its remaining technological capabilities.

They began analyzing the data on the infected provided by Wang Bai. A fragile yet pragmatic cooperative model, based on "co-survival" and "fighting the Blood Cross," quietly emerged on the ruins of Britain.

The following weeks were a bloody and slow recovery process.

At Wang Bai's suggestion, a "Temporary British Restoration Coordination Center" was established at Hellsong's headquarters in London. The center was led by Hellsong and provided with limited assistance from the Vatican's Thirteenth Division and the remnants of the Last Battalion.

Integula Helsing, with his iron fist and prestige, became the de facto supreme commander.

The three parties (share intelligence on the mutation types and activity patterns of infected individuals).

Wang Bai then used the perception ability of the Imaginary Tree to conduct a large-scale "scan" to locate areas where infected people gathered and abnormal energy points.

The forces were reorganized, with vampire soldiers from Hellsong and elite human troops as the main force, and the Vatican's Corpse Cutter Team as a special response force, to carry out systematic cleanup in different areas.

This scene felt like a dream to everyone. No one had ever imagined that these people, who could be considered to have different stances and ideologies, would actually be able to stand together and fight side by side.

Perhaps this is also related to the fact that Wang Bai is a "strategic unit" at the highest level.

Wang Bai travels across various fronts, specializing in dealing with powerful mutants or incubators that might be lurking in places that conventional forces struggle to handle.

A temporary safe zone was established in the cleared area to house the survivors, who were then subjected to strict quarantine and isolation to prevent an outbreak of the Blood Cross from within.

Although progress is slow, the sparks of hope are indeed being ignited little by little.

More than 40% of central London has been brought back under control, and stable communication and supply lines have been restored between the Highlands outpost and the main island. Small groups of survivors have even begun to arrive from remote areas to seek refuge.

However, both Wang Bai and Integula knew this.

Without finding the true origin of the Blood Cross, all this reconquest may be nothing but a mirage.

The enemy could launch a counterattack at any time.

Under Wang Bai's guidance, the intelligence analysis department of the coordination center began to review all reports and unusual events from the early stages of the outbreak.

They cross-referenced scattered information—the earliest unexplained violent incidents, inexplicable mass hysteria, missing persons reports—with the changes in pollution intensity that Wang Bai perceived.

The clues eventually pointed to a remote island in the North Sea, almost invisible on the map, called "Kelnorg".

Records show that a geological survey team went missing on the island several weeks before the massive outbreak of the Blood Cross.

When Wang Bai used the Imaginary Tree to perceive a wide area, he also sensed that the island was surrounded by an unusually ancient, deep, and ever-spreading distorted fluctuation, the "purity" of which far exceeded any infection source that appeared later.

"Something there has woken up, or something has been dropped over there." Wang Bai pointed to the inconspicuous little dot on the map, his tone grave.

A highly capable exploration team was quickly assembled:

Wang Bai, Accardo, Silas Victoria).

A squad of Hellsong's most elite human soldiers, along with several technical experts from the last battalion.

The expedition team arrived at Kernog Island in a specially reinforced and signal-shielded helicopter.

Even from the air, the island appears quite unusual.

The island's vegetation has a sickly, mixed hue of dark red and purple, with trees twisted and gnarled like limbs struggling in pain.

The air was filled with a sweet, rotten smell, and you could even faintly hear the frantic chatter of people eating on the wind.

After logging in, the scene before my eyes was even more horrifying.

The island's flora and fauna underwent horrific mutations: rabbits grew extra, slimy eyes and sharp bone spurs; flower stamens resembled miniature, screaming faces; and the textures of trees twisted into blasphemous symbols, with sap seeping out like foul blood.

Even more disturbingly, as they ventured deeper into the island, the exploration team members began to experience varying degrees of psychological distress.

Some people's repressed fears, desires, and anger were inexplicably amplified, causing hallucinations and even nearly leading them to shoot their companions.

If it weren't for Wang Bai continuously building a mental protective barrier with the power of artistic conception and runes, and the pure darkness of Arcadona itself having a certain "immunity" and suppression of mental pollution, the team would probably have collapsed from within long ago.

"It is trying to assimilate us."

Silas gripped her massive spear tightly, her crimson eyes filled with vigilance. "I can feel something trying to crawl into my brain, stirring up some—bad memories."

Finally, they found "it" in a strange open space in the center of the island.

That makes it difficult to call him an "infected person".

It resembles a constantly writhing, shifting living tumor—

It is formed by the fusion of countless plant roots, animal remains, metal fragments, and twisted flesh.

At its core, a huge, pulsating object, like a dark heart, is vaguely visible.

Countless translucent, nerve cord-like or mycelium-like tentacles extend from its body, deeply penetrating the island's land and air, as if the entire island were part of its body.

It has no fixed form and does not launch direct physical attacks.

But the space around it is slightly distorted, and the stones on the ground will suddenly grow teeth, and the air will condense into malevolent phantoms.

Its power of spiritual pollution is strong enough to distort reality, amplify all negative emotions, trample on order, and taint reason.

"The Source of Twistedness"—this name spontaneously came to mind for all the members of the exploration team.

Wang Bai could clearly sense the aura of the Incubator civilization within it, and it seemed that the ultimate fate of those Incubator civilizations who escaped to this world was self-evident.

However, Wang Bai became puzzled. What exactly caused the Incubator Civilization to turn out like this?

What exactly is this terrifying creation whose name resonates in everyone's hearts?

Why did the Incubator Civilization turn out like this?