"Is the skin factory, which is currently undergoing reform, also under strict lockdown? The sky has been handed over to that woman and her bloodfolk, while the ground is being guarded by this Skin Apostle."
However, the apostle's condition was rather strange. Blood stained his body, and his mind seemed to have become paranoid and deranged.
Yellow Skin was right. The pressure from this apostle was immense! It was comparable to Black Wolf Berna's, yet completely different. If I couldn't break free from his absolute control over the skin, escaping from him would be impossible, let alone fighting him.
I'll try communicating first...
William used the verbal communication he was best at, strengthening his words through his Mad Brain and sending them directly into the other party's mind.
"Mr. Pim, hello! I'm from..."
After speaking only a short sentence, William stopped.
The "Mad Shell Virus" released through his words had just been about to enter through the other party's ear when a stream of blood flushed it back out.
It seemed that some kind of virus had already taken root within that blood. The moment the Mad Shell tried to break in, it was intercepted. Even the small amount that mixed in was blocked by the skin of the eardrum.
As his words were nullified, the gatekeeper Pim also began making rather strange movements.
He reached his arm behind his back and forcefully clawed at the skin there. Through this action, the only skin follicle on his back began to wriggle.
The black substance hidden and retracted within the follicle slowly seeped out.
It looked like a peculiar hair, or perhaps a sharp weapon covered in pus... Whoosh! Amid splashing skin oil, a "Spiral Greatsword" as tall as the gatekeeper Pim appeared in his hand.
It was pitch-black from top