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

It might be a dragon, or something else, Palmis didn't know that he was too close to that thing, so his sight could not be fully accommodated.

But he knew that the thing was eating.

He had a mouth, or the abyss, and Palmis saw him eat a few suns in his hot mouth. Not only the sun, but even the domes where their breath were, the rocks that had existed for countless thousands of years, were all swallowed up together.

This guy is eating, eating everything.

However, Palmis no longer had the mind to consider the huge creature in front of him, because there was a more intuitive and terrifying existence in front of him. It was the fat man.

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

Palmis dared not move, and he couldn't move either, fear made his body no longer obey.

So, he watched the fat man walk in front of him, then stretched out his thick arm and crossed his ear, grabbed an angel behind him, and then with a relaxed and normal knife, the angel's head was cut off, and the hot blood was sprayed on his face, and then evaporated it again.

Palmis was completely stupid. His mind was no longer able to think. Under the last trace of consciousness, he felt a gentleness in his lower body.

In this way, he stood there, 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 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 or bad news, but in short, he was still alive, but... it seemed that only he himself was still alive. At the extreme of his eyes, there were burning lava, and a huge figure spread its wings and soared in the sky. Wherever his wings passed, they all turned into a sea of ​​fire. The sunshine in the world began to dim. It seemed that it had been eaten up.

So, why are you still alive?

He asked himself this.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You are an angel, are you?"

Palmis was stunned for a moment, and then he looked in the direction of the sound. At this moment, he noticed that there was still a man standing in the lake that was like flesh and blood, but this man was covered in blood, so at first glance, he could hardly tell the difference between him and flesh and blood.

"Are you an angel?"

The fat man asked again, his voice was very calm, not like an evil ghost who had massacred so many angels. It was as if he would not be angry if he did not answer, and he would just keep asking indifferently.

But...Palmis replied subconsciously.

"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: "It's there."

In fact, at this time, he realized that his body was not much better than that fat man, and it was just like he crawled out of a pool of blood.

"Take me there," the man said again.

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

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

The wasteland in front of him has been muddy with blood. The blood will penetrate into the soil. The bodies of the dead angels will rot and then turn into fertilizer. Next year, this place should become an extremely fertile land. Those stupid pig-headed people will definitely find it and then farm. At that time, they will finally be able to afford to worship.

But, do they know that these foods are all grown by the blood of angels?

They may not know...

Maybe know, but, do they really care?

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

Palmis began to think about it again for some reason.

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

"Take me to where you come."

The butcher said again.

Palmis looked at the color on his body, as if it was exactly the same as the other party.

finally.

"good......"

He said, then turned around and moved forward in a certain direction in the distance.

It was a long way, and those stupid pigs had to run away for a day. If they were to go, it might take three or four days.

Of course, no one cares about these things now. A terrible guy appeared in heaven, who was devouring everything, and all the angels and people in heaven were helpless.

Along the sea of ​​blood, Palmis and the fat man kept walking, and they had never said a word along the way.

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

The Forgotten House, the home of all angels.

Old Joey walked upwards, crossed the winding road, and came to the gate of the temple.

This door is very big, almost two close together. When standing in front of the door, you must raise your head to barely see the top of the door.

The door was closed tightly, and since Palmis was born, he didn't remember that the door had been opened, and they were all entering and leaving the small door on the other side.

This door is closed like this, covered in dust for countless years, as if it was waiting for this person, and it is worth opening it for it again.

“This door cannot be opened.”

Palmis said.

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

Old Joey doesn't want to go far, and in his mind, straight lines are the best way.

A heavy roar began to sound, and the rocks that had been silent for thousands of years began to rotate again. The thick door shaft crushed the pile of 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.

A strong smell of meat floated out of the crack of the door, just like the smell of imprisoned carrion floating out of the closed tomb. Inside the door was a mess, but in the vast space, countless dining tables were placed on both sides of the road, and those sitting on the tables were naked angels.

They were still eating, and when the sky was burning, they were still eating. Even if a door that had not moved for a thousand years was pushed open, they did not stop.
Chapter completed!