At that moment, he looked as though he was desperately trying to evade some terrifying pursuer, his face filled with fear. Dense erosion marks covered his torso and limbs, and thick, pitch-black tendrils writhed beneath and above his skin, making him look like a crazed monster.
He spotted Lynn in the distance at once.
"Save me!! Save me!!"
Terrified, he limped and staggered toward Lynn as fast as he could, constantly glancing back into the darkness behind him.
It was as if something he had stumbled upon was chasing him.
But before Lynn could ask him where Messiah was-
In an instant.
Right then.
A powerful stench of the sea and rot suddenly swept out of the pitch-black gate behind him, and the chaotic whispers in their minds grew violently intense.
And in the very next moment.
An enormous black Giant Tentacles covered in barbs shot out of the shadows within the gate. Like a whip of death, it instantly coiled around the Sixth Apostle's body. Violent creeeak-creeeak- sounds rang out from within the gate, a buzzing like the cries of a scorched infant.
An introduction to those tentacles instantly appeared before Lynn's eyes.
[Deep Sea Touch] [Type]: Disorderly Derivative [Description]: An anomalous calamity originating from the Deep Sea, first born from an abnormal mutation that developed on a Disorderly Existence. As erosion marks expand without order, large numbers of Deep Sea Touch spread with them. Please do not attempt to fight it. It represents the nightmare in the depths of your soul.
Lynn's gaze sharpened instantly.
But at a time like this, Lynn did not hesitate at all. Although he disliked those saints, the fact that one was still alive meant Messiah and the others might still be alive too.
In an instant.
Lynn drew the razor-sharp