All Worlds Madhouse

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

That might be a giant dragon, or something else. Palmis didn't know. He was so close to that thing that his sight couldn't fully accommodate the thing.

But he knew that the thing was eating.

He had a mouth, or rather an abyss. Palmis saw him eating several suns into his mouth with that hot mouth, not just the suns, but even the domes of their breaths. Those countless millions of people who existed there Years of rocks were also swallowed up together.

This guy is eating, eating everything.

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

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

Palmis didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move either. Fear made his body unable to control himself.

So, he watched the fat man walk up to him, then stretched out his thick arm from his ear, grabbed an angel behind him, and then slashed the angel's head with an easy and normal knife. He was chopped off, hot blood sprayed on his face, and then steamed dry.

Palmis was completely stunned. His mind could no longer think. With the last trace of consciousness, he felt a 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 his neck.

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

So, why are you still alive?

he asked himself.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You're an angel, right?"

Palmis was stunned for a moment, and then he looked in the direction of the sound. Only then did he notice that there was another person standing in the lake 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 ghost who had slaughtered so many angels. It was as if if he didn't answer, he wouldn't be angry and would just keep asking indifferently. .

But Palmis answered subconsciously after all.

"yes."

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

Palmis didn't think much, stretched out his hand and pointed to the other end of the sea of ​​blood: "Over there."

In fact, it was only then that he discovered that his body was not much better than that fat man's, and he looked like 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. However, the education he had received since childhood made him subconsciously want to refuse this request.

The huge creature in the distance began to devour again. Is it eating a mountain?

The wasteland in front of us has become muddy with blood. The blood will seep into the soil. The corpses of the dead angels will rot and then become fertilizer. Next year, this place should become an extremely fertile land. Those stupid pig heads People will definitely discover this place and cultivate it, and then they will finally be able to pay tribute.

But, do they know that all this food is watered and grown by the blood of angels?

They may not know.

Maybe they know, but do they really care?

The most important thing is, will there still be angels in heaven at that time? Will there still be heaven?

Palmis didn't know why, but he started thinking wildly again.

He was not a competent angel because he would always think about some unrealistic questions before going to bed every night. Of course, he did not tell anyone about this little habit.

"Take me to where you came from."

The butcher said again.

Palmis looked at the color on his body, which seemed to be exactly the same as the other person's.

finally.

"good"

He said, and then turned around, thinking about moving in a certain direction in the distance.

It was a very long way, and those stupid pigs were running at their wits' end, but it would have taken a day, and if they had walked, it might have taken three or four days.

Of course, no one will care about this now. A terrible guy has appeared in heaven. He is devouring everything. All the angels and people in heaven are helpless.

Along the sea of ​​blood, Palmis and the fat man kept walking, without saying a word along the way.

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

Temple of the Forgotten, home of all angels.

Old Joey walked up, passed the winding road, and came to the gate of the sacrificial hall.

This door is so big that it is almost as strong as two doors closed. Standing in front of the door, you have to raise your head to barely see the top of the door.

This door was closed tightly. Since his birth, Palmis could not remember that this door had ever been opened. They always entered and exited through the small door on the other side.

The door was closed like this, covered in dust for countless years, as if it was waiting for this person, the person for whom it was worth opening again.

"This door can't be opened."

Palmis said.

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

Old Joey didn't want to take a long way around. In his mind, a straight line was the best way.

A heavy roar began to play, and the rocks 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 open.

From the crack in the door, a strong smell of meat wafted out, just like the smell of imprisoned carrion wafting out 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, there were naked angels sitting on those tables.

They are still eating, and even when the sky is burning, they are still eating. Even if a door that had not been moved for a thousand years was pushed open, it did not stop.