Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 143 Aggregate

"The rate of simultaneous infection is alarmingly fast!"

It can take anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes, depending on individual differences and the route of infection.

It can be transmitted through air, blood, and even eye contact (uncertain, but possible)! Once you get infected, there's no cure!

This led to outbreaks in multiple locations around the world, with London being one of the hardest-hit areas!

Conventional troops are of little use; in fact, they are easily infected and converted into organized units!

Now we rely entirely on Hellsong, Her Majesty's other secret forces.

And—alas, some shady allies are putting on a brave face.

Social order? It's almost over!

If we didn't have such a powerful trump card, we probably would have already become one of them.

"How many people are still rational?" Wang Bai pressed.

"Fewer and fewer!"

Silas's voice was deep.

"Those who are not infected must either hide or gather in a few safe zones controlled by the military or organizations like ours." But even safe zones are not absolutely safe; an outbreak could occur from within at any time.

Before she finished speaking, the ground beneath everyone's feet suddenly trembled violently!

"BOOM—!!"

The street in the distance suddenly collapsed.

A gigantic, bloated monster, a flesh-and-blood tank formed from the fusion of countless infected bodies, emerged from the ground.

Its countless "heads" simultaneously emitted deafening roars, a mixture of maniacal laughter and wailing, as they crushed towards their location!

Wherever it goes, even other Blood Cross Infected are mercilessly devoured and merged into its massive body!

"Fuck! It's a polymer!" Helsing's expression changed. "This thing is not easy to deal with!"

Faced with the "aggregate" that was crushing down like a mountain of flesh and blood, the blasphemous and insane atmosphere in the air almost solidified into a tangible form.

Ordinary bullets hitting it would only splatter a few drops of blood, which would be instantly covered by more writhing flesh.

"Tsk, what a disgusting thing."

Helsing spat; it was clear this wasn't the first time she'd faced such a monster.

Silas had already set up her massive anti-materiel rifle, aiming at the screaming heads at the core of the aggregate, but her brow was furrowed, clearly knowing that conventional attacks would be ineffective.

Even if anti-materiel rifles could inflict damage, they were simply unable to completely eliminate this monster that could be described as a giant.

More powerful firepower is needed for support, but given the current efficiency of the government and military, it is estimated that it will take at least an hour.

Wang Bai sensed the monster before him from the side. This aggregate was not only a physical threat, but its core was also surrounded by an extremely strong and distorted "rule pollution".

It is this force that drives the fusion of the frenzied wills of countless individuals, giving them powerful regenerative and devouring abilities.

Physical destruction alone is unlikely to eradicate the problem.

"let me."

Wang Bai took a step forward; he hadn't gained nothing from the JoJo world.

The Stand's ability seems to have something in common with the Third Law, which gives Wang Bai, as a demi-human, a rather special qualitative change to the IBM particles he releases.

A large shadow appeared beneath Wang Bai's feet, from which curved surfaces rose up. Then, black phantoms gradually emerged from these surfaces, each holding a jet-black yet ornate weapon.

Did it even absorb that Stand user whose main body is a sword?

Unexpectedly, there was an even more pleasant surprise.

"What is that?!"

Silas stared in astonishment at the non-human entity summoned by Wang Bai.

"A new kind of non-human being?"

Helsing squinted, his eyes gleaming with interest.

Wang Bai didn't explain, but his mind was set on something.

The black phantom wielding the knife shot out like a ghost.

Ignoring physical obstacles, they left faint black trails in the air and instantly cut into the massive body of the aggregate!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The black longsword was swung, not just for simple slicing.

Where the blade passed, the aggregate's flesh and blood seemed to have met their nemesis.

Not only was it easily cut open, but a dormant aura permeated the wound, greatly suppressing the regeneration rate!

The Black Phantom's attack was imbued with the ability to counteract that rule-corruption!

The aggregate let out an even more frenzied roar, and countless arms and tentacles stretched out from its torso, trying to grab these agile ghosts.

But the black phantom seemed to have no physical form, solidifying at the moment of attack and then turning into an elusive shadow after the attack ended.

At the same time, Wang Bai once again outlined the runes with both hands.

A torrent of icy energy, crackling with blinding lightning, surged forth from Wang Bai's hand like a giant python, precisely striking the core area where the aggregates were most densely packed and the howling was loudest!

"Boom—crash!!"

The power of extreme cold and thunder erupted simultaneously!

Large swaths of the aggregate's flesh were instantly frozen, and then exploded into countless ice crystals under the raging lightning!

This time, the destroyed parts showed no signs of regeneration, as if the "rules" governing their existence had been briefly disrupted.

It's ruined.

The aggregate's movements became noticeably stiff, and several huge, non-healing wounds appeared on its massive body. For the first time, its frenzied roar carried a trace of emotion similar to "pain."

Although for such a monster, pain might also be a twisted pleasure.

Silas and Helsing seized the opportunity.

"Now!" Helsing roared, and all the Hellsong members unleashed their strongest firepower on the wounds.

Silas took a deep breath, channeled his vampire power into the gun, and pulled the trigger!

A special bullet was fired, hitting deep into one of the wounds and triggering a violent internal explosion!

Under the combined attack of the three, the massive aggregate of flesh and blood finally let out a dying wail, a mixture of endless madness and a sense of relief, and collapsed with a crash.

Its enormous body began to rapidly disintegrate and melt, eventually turning into a pool of foul-smelling, lifeless, filthy blood.

The battle has temporarily ended, and the streets are filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and burning, with only sporadic distant screams and gunshots remaining.

Silas and Helsing were both slightly out of breath, and the way they looked at Wang Bai had completely changed.

The power displayed by this mysterious visitor far exceeded their comprehension. The fact that they resolved a troublesome "aggregate" so efficiently proved that the other party's strength was terrifying.

This power is perhaps even greater than that of the Grim Reaper in his youth.

Perhaps only that one—

"Hey, buddy, you—" Helsing was about to ask.

Just then—

"Slap—slap—slap—"

A slow, clear clapping sound, carrying a hint of languor and approval, came from the shadow of a dilapidated building nearby.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was wearing a scarlet, ankle-length vintage trench coat over a black tuxedo.

His skin was pale, his black hair was neatly combed, and his handsome face, almost otherworldly, carried a half-smile, as if he had seen through all the absurdity and cruelty of the world.

What is most unsettling are his deep eyes, which seem to hold an endless sea of ​​blood and darkness.

He simply stood there, the surrounding bloodshed and madness seemingly serving as a backdrop to highlight him. An invisible, soul-chilling pressure emanated from him, the aura of a true monster.

Alucard.

The ultimate guardian of the Hellsong Organization, the oldest vampire, the Undead King.

Silas immediately straightened up and bowed his head respectfully: "Master."

Helsing also dropped his casual expression and became serious.

Accardo didn't look at them; his self-glow fell directly on Wang Bai, with undisguised scrutiny and intense interest.

"An impressive performance, a stranger to the visitor." Accardo's voice was deep and magnetic.

Arcadona's scrutinizing and playful gaze pressed down on Wang Bai as if it were a physical presence.

The air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood seemed to freeze under the oppressive aura of the vampire king.

Wang Bai could sense the clear pulsation emanating from the Imaginary Tree, the lingering cause and effect of the Incubator civilization, which was indeed connected to the being before him, but the other party had not had any deep interaction with the Incubator civilization.

Facing Accardo's direct questioning, hiding or giving evasive answers would be pointless and might even anger this unpredictable "ally."

"There is indeed a purpose."

Wang Bai met Accardo's gaze, his tone calm.

"I'm tracking a group of failed reapers," their remnants seem to have wandered into this world, and have somehow crossed paths with the "plague" you are facing—a situation I don't want to see."

"The Reaper?"

A flicker of interest flashed in Accardo's crimson eyes.

"They sound like a boring bunch. But for someone like you to go out of your way to follow them, it must be somewhat interesting."

He didn't ask for details, as if it were just an insignificant trifle.

He was more concerned about Wang Bai's own power and stance.

"This is not the place to talk."

Accardo turned around lazily, the hem of his scarlet trench coat fluttering in the bloody wind.

"Come with me, let's continue this interesting conversation in a slightly—more civilized setting. Silas."

"Yes, Master," Silas replied immediately.

Wang Bai hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He needs intelligence, he needs to understand the current state of the world, and the Hellsong Organization is undoubtedly the best choice at present.

Led by Alucard, they traversed the ruined streets, occasionally encountering a few infected individuals. Without Alucard and Wang Bai needing to intervene, Silas and Helsing and his squad, who followed behind, quickly cleared them away.

Finally, they entered what appeared to be an ordinary underground entrance to a municipal facility. After passing through layers of extremely rigorous security checks that blended modern technology with ancient seals, they arrived at the core base of the Hellsong organization located underground in London.

The base's interior is filled with the heavy steel style of the Cold War era, but is also adorned with religious symbols and mysterious emblems.

The staff members were in a hurry, their faces showing barely suppressed fatigue and tension, but when they saw Accardo, they all showed awe and absolute trust.

They arrived at the command center, a room filled with various screens and consoles, both old and new.

The huge main screen displays a map of the British Isles, covered with a dense array of flashing or moving dots, most of which are a glaring red.

Only a few areas are marked with fragile green and blue, representing the Hellsong troops.

It seems that the world is in a very critical situation.

It is estimated that the social order of the entire world has completely collapsed, and this environment is far too suitable for the development of the incubator civilization.

"Please have a seat, distinguished guest, I don't know where you've come from."

Helsing led everyone to a conference room and spoke to Wang Bai.

The others followed Helsing to their seats, their eyes turning to Wang Bai.

They were all very interested in Wang Bai in front of them.

"Um, excuse me, what's your name? Are you a vampire or some other non-human race?"

Silas was the first to lose control of his curiosity and asked Wang Bai as soon as he sat down.

"My name is Wang Bai. You can just call me by my name."

"I used to be human, but due to some accident, I became a demi-human, a creature called a demi-human."

"The black, ghost-like soldiers you just saw are my abilities as a demi-human, and they are also my summoned creatures."

Wang Bai briefly introduced himself.

"Ajin?"

The group exchanged glances, all puzzled by this new race.

Helsing looked at Arcadio beside him, only to see that the other man was also shaking his head.

Helsing frowned. Was this man named Wang Bai not telling the truth? But he felt there was no need for him to lie.

Could the other person also be a patient with a blood cross?

But there were no signs of infection on the other person's face.

"I bet you're all wondering about my origins—"

Wang Bai could tell what they were thinking just from their expressions.

He drew a rune in his hand, which then dispersed into tiny streams of light that flew toward the people present.

For a moment, no one could react; they watched helplessly as the stream of light flew into their brains.

Then he froze, and images and information flashed through his mind.

"Harvester? Incubator?"

Helsing frowned, first processing the information that Xin had appeared in his mind.

These terms were clearly beyond her knowledge.

But she quickly grasped the key point.

"You believe those 'things' exacerbated, or even triggered, the Blood Cross?"

"Uncertainty is the trigger, but it is certainly being used, or—attracted by something here."

77

Wang Bai pointed to the map on the screen. "I need to know the current situation."

The global government system is essentially paralyzed, and communications are disrupted.

The army is either collapsing as a whole or becoming a threat. There are very few organized resistance forces remaining.

Current situation in Britain: More than 92% of its territory has been confirmed to have fallen or is beyond effective control.

The remaining security zones are mainly established around several core points.

The Hellsong headquarters in London and the surrounding area are defended by the main force of the Hellsong organization and some troops loyal to Her Majesty the Queen, with Arcado serving as the core deterrent.

Some military fortresses in the Scottish Highlands are held by the remaining army troops, but supplies and communication are difficult.

Several offshore islands, thanks to their geographical advantages, have been temporarily preserved, but are currently occupied by an unknown armed force.