Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 150 Annihilation? Behelight!

In the heart of Kernog Island, the air was as thick and viscous as a liquid madness.

The living tumor, known as the "Source of Twistedness," seemed to sense the threat.

Its creeping and changing speed suddenly intensified.

Countless tentacles made of filthy blood, plant sap, and dark energy burst forth from its main body, lashing and coiling towards the exploration team members like wildly dancing venomous snakes!

"Fire!"

The Hellsing soldiers' commander roared, his assault rifle spitting fire.

However, the bullet entered the writhing tumor as if it had vanished into thin air.

Only a few disgusting drops of fluid splashed out, and the wound was instantly covered by newly formed granulation tissue.

The activated plants around them continuously gather, forming a huge attack surface that can cover a considerable number of combat personnel in an instant.

The heavy plant-like giant hand descended, instantly knocking several elite Hellsing soldiers who couldn't dodge in time to the ground, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

Although it did not die immediately, it was completely incapacitated, and blood gushed out from the gaps in its armor.

But the nightmare had only just begun.

On those massive, aggregated plants, gaping holes filled with fangs, resembling "mouths," rapidly split open.

With its large, fleshy mouthparts, it viciously tore at the wounded soldiers who were unable to move on the ground, just like a carnivorous plant!

The screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart mingled together, creating a hellish scene of cannibalism.

"Ah—it's a nauseating yet exhilaratingly sweet madness."

Accardo took a deep breath, a smug and dangerous smile spreading across his face.

His very existence, with its unfathomable darkness and aura of death, acted like a stabilizing force, silently neutralizing and devouring the most direct spiritual impact.

His scarlet trench coat fluttered in the twisting wind, as if he himself were the protagonist on this crazy stage.

"Keep your mind focused! Concentrate!"

Wang Bai shouted sharply, unleashing his full power of intent, which flowed like a clear spring over the elite soldiers behind him. At the same time, his hands moved rapidly, and the light of the runes Algiz (Guardian) and Ansuz (Communication/Spirit) intertwined to form a huge semi-transparent barrier, isolating most of the invisible spiritual pollution from the outside.

The soldiers immediately felt the noise and hallucinations in their minds lessen, allowing them to re-establish their lines and use firepower to block the twisted plants and animals that tried to approach.

Silas Victoria's crimson eyes were fixed on the core of the "Twisted Source," her massive anti-materiel rifle already aimed at the throbbing dark heart in the center of the tumor.

However, her finger trembled slightly as she pulled the trigger. Not from fear, but from the monster's targeted psychological attack, which was churning up memories in her mind—the helplessness of being killed as a human, the confusion and pain of being a new vampire—

However, as a vampire, Silas's will is far stronger than it was when he first debuted.

"Bang!!"

The specially made 13mm explosive round was fired from the barrel and hit the target directly!

However, the moment the bullet approached the core of the tumor, the space in front of it seemed to distort, and the trajectory deviated strangely, flying past the edge of the core and only exploding a hole in the outer flesh that quickly healed.

"Physical attacks have limited effectiveness! Its core is protected by some kind of force field!"

Silas quickly reported, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Hehe—move aside, little girl."

Accardo finally moved. He took a step forward, without even changing his languid posture, and simply raised his right hand.

"Come out, my children."

In an instant, countless translucent, howling ghosts surged out from under his scarlet trench coat and from the shadows beneath his feet!

That was the army of the dead whose souls he had devoured, eternally imprisoned in the "River of Death"! Ignoring physical barriers, they surged towards the "Source of Twisting" like a tidal wave!

The impact of the undead is not intended to cause physical damage, but to directly attack the "concept" of their existence, engaging in a most fundamental collision with that distorted mental pollution!

The areas on the surface of the tumor where the undead had passed emitted a hissing sound, like being branded with a hot iron, and the speed of its wriggling slowed down significantly.

However, the "Source of Twistedness" launched a counterattack.

Dozens of pustules instantly multiplied on its massive, fleshy body. The pustules ruptured, shooting out a dense rain of filth that carried a strong corrosive effect on the mind!

At the same time, the ground churned violently, and several huge, twisted tentacles made of rocks, tree roots, and flesh burst out of the earth, lashing and coiling towards Alucard and his army of the dead like giant pythons!

Accardo neither flinched nor dodged, letting the filthy rain drench his body, making a sizzling, corrosive sound, yet he groaned with pleasure as if enjoying a massage.

Faced with the tufted tentacles, he even opened his arms, letting them tightly wrap around and tighten around him!

"That's it? Is that all?"

Akardona's words, filled with endless sarcasm, seemed to have enraged the "Source of Twistedness".

The enormous tentacles wrapped around him suddenly tightened to their limit, exerting a force powerful enough to crush a tank into a pancake on his body!

At the same time, more filthy rain and sharp bone spikes piercing the ground attacked him!

"boring."

A flicker of genuine annoyance flashed in Accardo's crimson eyes.

He didn't even try to break free; the huge tentacles that tightly bound him, along with the bone spurs piercing his body, were like a wax figure thrown into a raging fire.

Starting from the part of his body that he touched, it rapidly collapsed, disintegrated, and dissipated!

That thick river of blood is not only a symbol of awakening the undead army, but also a terrifying weapon.

Anything touched by the Blood River will be swallowed up by it and become part of it.

The damage caused by Blood River was visible to the naked eye, but the result was not as good as everyone had imagined.

Akado suddenly realized that the Blood River seemed to be getting out of control.

The contaminated parts went out of control on their own. Even though Arcado brought them under control immediately, these out-of-control parts still affected the operation of the surrounding Blood River.

For the first time, Alucard confronted the source of the distortion before him.

"Damn it, what is this filthy thing?"

For the first time, Arcadona's ever-present mocking and manic smile vanished from his face, replaced by an extreme coldness and rage.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the writhing tumor, feeling waves of pollution and rejection emanating from his own blood river.

It was not a simple physical attack or energy erosion, but a more fundamental distortion and defilement of the concept of existence.

His River of Blood, the "River of Death" composed of countless souls he devoured, representing his power and immortality.

At this moment, it was as if he had been injected with highly poisonous water. Some areas began to become dark and viscous, and even tried to erode his own will!

The corrupted undead emitted a blasphemous shriek unlike anything they had heard before, and began attacking their uncorrupted companions!

"How dare you—defile my 'nation'—"

Accardo's voice was as deep as the echo of an abyss, containing a murderous intent powerful enough to freeze the soul.

He abruptly contracted his power, forcibly stripping away and discarding that part of the polluted blood river, as if gouging out rotten flesh.

The discarded parts twisted and evaporated in the air, emitting foul-smelling black smoke.

But for him, this was undoubtedly an unprecedented loss and—humiliation.

"It's not just spreading madness!"

Wang Bai quickly analyzed the situation. His spiritual realm allowed him to perceive the strange nature of the pollution more clearly. "It is rewriting" the rules!

It forcibly distorts orderly energy and existence into a chaotic and disordered state that it approves of!

Alucard's Blood River is essentially about "devouring" and "forbidden," but it has been forcibly distorted into "out of control" and "mutation"!

Just as Alucard suffered a setback and his power temporarily receded, "The Source of Twistedness" seized the opportunity!

Its dark heart at its core throbbed even more violently, and a mental storm far more powerful than before swept out!

This time, it's not just amplifying negative emotions, but directly distorting perceptions!

"Ah! That monster—it has turned into my dead daughter! She is pleading with me for help!"

Suddenly, a Hellsing soldier burst into tears, turned his gun on his comrade, and shouted, "Let her go! You demons!"

"No! That's a disguise! Stay alert!"

His comrades tried to stop him, but they also saw double images in their own eyes, unable to distinguish between their real comrades and the distorted illusions.

Even Silas grunted, the "source of distortion" in her eyes sometimes transforming into Alucard, who had just embraced her, and commanded her to end her own life with a cold gaze;

At other times, they transform into her parents from her human days, wailing and questioning her why she has become a monster.

The mental barrier constructed by Wang Bai fluctuated violently, and the talismanic power was uncertain!

This is no longer just mental pollution, but a cognitive attack that is almost at the level of real-world interference!

Hold fast to your principles! All that you see is illusion!

Wang Bai pushed the power of his artistic conception to its limit, his voice like a resounding bell, striking deep into the souls of everyone, barely maintaining the defenses from collapsing completely.

But he knew that if things continued like this, everyone would go mad and kill each other!

That core must be broken! Its distortion of the rules must be stopped!

"Alucard! Can you still suppress the force field around it?" Wang Bai asked urgently.

Accardo's face once again contorted into a twisted grin, a mixture of rage and excitement: "Though bitten by a filthy rat—I still have plenty of strength left to tear it apart!"

Instead of unleashing a large-scale tide of undead, he concentrated his power to a high degree!

The dark red energy, raging with overwhelming fury, was like countless sharp swords and shackles, forcefully piercing the distorting force field surrounding the core of the "Source of Twisting"!

"Crunch—hiss—!"

A sickeningly loud sound of energy friction and erosion rang out!

Under the impact of Akado's concentrated power, the invisible force field began to fluctuate violently and became unstable! The pulsation of the tumor's core became disordered.

It's now!

Wang Bai's eyes flashed with a sharp light! He knew that conventional attacks were ineffective, and even rune magic would struggle to penetrate this level of rule distortion. He had to use a more fundamental power—the "overwriting" power of the Imaginary Tree!

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his consciousness sinking completely into his body, resonating with the sapling of the Imaginary Tree that connected countless worlds.

A warm and infinitely potential-filled light emanated from him, forming a stark contrast to the madness and distortion of the area.

He did not directly attack the "source of distortion," but rather used the power of the Imaginary Tree as a "stable benchmark."

The unique runes formed by combining the power of the Imaginary Tree with runes were constructed by Wang Bai.

Even if it can only exist for a short moment, it can still play its role as a "coordinate of order," forcibly implanted into this distorted field!

Centered on Wang Bai, a clear, stable, and unquestionable ripple of "reality" spread out like ripples on the surface of water!

Wherever the ripples passed, the distorted perceptions vanished like a mirage, the illusions in the soldiers' eyes shattered, and they saw the disgusting tumor itself once more.

The surrounding plants, which were constantly activating and attacking, also became sluggish, as if they had lost the crazy will that drove them.

The "Source of Twistedness" emitted a sharp, angry, and bewildered screech, as if its territory had been invaded!

Its dark heart at its core throbbed wildly, trying to resist the force that was trying to "pull it back to reality." A silent yet extremely dangerous tug-of-war at the level of rules ensued between it and Wang Bai!

However, the "Imaginary Rune" seemed to ignore all defenses and distortion fields, directly merging into the pulsating dark heart of the tumor's core.

next moment--

The whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the "Source of Twisting" emitted a mournful cry that was not something a living being could make, and seemed to come from the realm of rules!

Its massive, writhing tumor-like body, like snow thrown into a raging fire, began to rapidly disintegrate from its core—not breaking apart, not evaporating, but rather the very "concept" of its existence was being forcibly erased and overwritten!

The twisted flesh, plant roots, and metal fragments that make up its body seem to have lost the "adhesive" that maintains its abnormal form, and they peel off, dissipate, and turn into the most basic energy particles.

The surrounding plants that had been revitalized quickly withered and decayed, returning to their original state of lifelessness.

That suffocating power of mental pollution and cognitive distortion dissipated as quickly as the tide receded.

In the blink of an eye, the enormous and invincible "Source of Twisting" had vanished without a trace, leaving only a purified, slightly charred crater in its place.

In the center of the crater, something lay quietly.

It was a dark red sphere, about the size of an egg, of unknown material, with natural spiral patterns covering its surface.

It exudes an indescribable aura, a mixture of extreme allure and ominousness, as if countless whispers echo within the soul, telling of power and its price.

When Wang Bai picked it up, the facial features-like shapes on the egg-sized sphere suddenly began to move, and streams of blood and tears flowed out. The voices coming from the void said the name of the item: Beheilite!

Wang Bai's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized it, or rather, the message from the Imaginary Tree made him understand what it was—

This is a cursed object that can communicate with the abyss, initiate the "Eclipse" ritual, summon the hand of the gods, and grant "wishes"!

It is the object that the causal remnants of the incubator civilization ultimately point to!

The items they sought in this world, and the backlash they suffered from those items, led to the formation of the source of the distortion!