The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 529 Eat, Eat, Eat

There are many ways to destroy a world, including eating it.

It might be a giant dragon, or something else, Palmis didn't know, he was too close to that thing, so that his line of sight couldn't fully accommodate it.

But he knew that the thing was eating.

He has a mouth, or an abyss, and Palmis saw that he used that hot mouth to eat a few suns, not only the suns, but even the dome of their breath. Years of rocks were also swallowed up together.

This guy is eating, eating everything.

However, Palmis was no longer in the mood to think about the huge creature in front of him, because there was a more intuitive terrifying existence in front of him.It's that fat man.

The butcher knife in his hand had already killed many people in the past few seconds. The blood pooled into a river and connected to the soles of his feet. Every time he took a step, he could bring out a sticky thread.

Palmis didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move either, his body was already out of control due to fear.

So, he just watched the fat man walk in front of him, then stretched out, his thick arm passed by his ear, grabbed an angel behind him, and then cut the angel's head easily and normally. He was chopped off, and hot blood was sprayed on his face, and then he was steamed dry.

Palmis was completely dumbfounded, his mind was no longer able to think, and under the last sliver of consciousness, he felt a burst of warmth in his lower body.

Just like that, he froze, waiting for the knife to point at him and cut off his head.

However... I don't know how long it took, when Palmis came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that his head seemed to be still intact on the neck.

He didn't know whether it was good news or bad news, but in short, he was still alive, but...it seemed that he was the only one who was still alive.As far as the eye can see, it is full of burning lava. A huge figure spread its wings and soared in the sky. Wherever the wings passed, it turned into a sea of ​​flames. The sun of the world began to dim. Presumably, it had been eaten up.

So, why are you still alive?

he asked himself.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You're an angel, aren't you?"

Palmis froze for a moment, and then he looked in the direction of the voice. At this moment, he noticed that there was still a person standing in the lake like a pile of flesh and blood, but this person was already covered in blood. Therefore, at a glance, it is almost impossible to tell the difference between him and flesh and blood.

"Are you an angel?"

The fat man asked again, his voice was very calm, not at all like the evil spirit who slaughtered so many angels, as if if he didn't answer, he wouldn't be angry, he would just keep asking indifferently like this. .

But Palmis replied subconsciously after all.

"Yes."

The man nodded: "So, where are you from?"

Without thinking too much, Palmis stretched out his hand and pointed to the other end of the sea of ​​blood: "It's there."

In fact, at this time, he realized that his body was not much better than that fat man's, as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood.

"Take me there." The man said again.

"What?" Palmis was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why this guy made such a request, but the education he had received since he was a child made him subconsciously want to reject the request.

The huge creature in the distance started to devour again. Is it gnawing on a mountain?
The wasteland in front of him has been soaked in blood and mud. The blood will seep into the soil. The corpses of those dead angels will rot and turn into fertilizer. Next year, this place should become an extremely fertile land. Those stupid pig heads People will definitely find this place and cultivate it. At that time, they will finally be able to pay offerings.

But, do they know that these grains are watered and grown by the blood of angels?
They may not know.
Maybe, but do they really care?
The most important thing is, at that time, will there still be angels in heaven?Will there still be heaven?
Palmis didn't know why, and began to think wildly again.

He is not a competent angel, because he always thinks about some unrealistic questions before going to bed every night. Of course, he didn't tell anyone about this little habit.

"Take me there, where you came from."

The butcher said again.

Palmis looked at the color on his body, and it seemed to be exactly the same as the other party.

at last.

"it is good"

He said, and then turned around like this, thinking about a certain direction far away.

It was a long way, those stupid pigs ran like crazy, it would take one day, if they had to walk, it might take three or four days.

Of course, no one would care about this now, a terrible guy appeared in heaven, he was devouring everything, all the angels in heaven, and the people were helpless.

Along the sea of ​​blood, Palmis and the fat man kept walking, and they didn't speak a word during this journey.

Finally, at the end, there was a sudden bulge, and the road began to climb upwards, and a large, but not majestic building appeared in front of it.

Shrine of the Forgotten, home of all angels.

Old Joey walked up, through the winding road, and came to the gate of the temple.

This door is so big that it is almost as strong as two closed doors. Standing in front of the door, one has to raise one's head to barely see the top of the door.

This door was tightly closed, and since Palmis was born, he did not remember that this door had ever been opened, and they all entered and exited through the small door on the other side.

The door is closed like this, covered with dust for an unknown number of years, as if it is waiting for this one person, for whom it is worth opening again.

"This door won't open."

Palmis said.

Then, he saw Old Joey walking up, with his arms on both sides of the door, his head slightly lowered, and he pushed forward.

Old Joey didn't want to go too far. In his mind, the straight line was the best way.

A heavy roar began to play, and the rock that had been silent for thousands of years began to rotate again. The thick door shaft crushed the accumulated gravel, and the thick dust began to fall off, as if the history that had been deposited for a long time began to collapse.

"boom------"

"boom------"

Long and shocking, the door was pushed.

From the crack of the door, a strong smell of meat wafted out, like the smell of imprisoned rotting meat wafting from a closed ancient tomb. Inside the door, there was chaos, but in the vast space, countless dining tables were placed On both sides of the road, those sitting at the dining tables are full of naked angels.

They are still eating, and they are still eating when the sky is burning.Even if a door that hadn't been moved for a thousand years was pushed open, it didn't stop.

(End of this chapter)