The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 33 Carnival ([-])

This is a butcher knife.

Just by listening to the name, you can roughly picture the image in your mind, the broad back of the knife, the flat surface of the knife, the edge of the knife and its curved arc, and finally converge with the back to form a not-so-sharp tip.

It is this image that makes this knife feel very stupid, stupid, and chubby.It is not as thick, long and domineering as the Kaifeng knife commonly used by street gangsters, nor is it as sharp and dangerous as the jumping blade dagger, because the butcher's knife has always been like this, as if it can only be used to chop pork on the chopping board. annoying pork bones
Yes, there seems to be only one way to use this kind of knife, and that is to "chop", that is, to use all your strength, and it is as simple as smashing the blade at the thing closest to him.

So old Joey likes this knife very much, so... he used this knife to chop open the door of the Temple of the Forgotten, the Hongqiao Bridge, the road from heaven to the world, and all the obstacles on the road. His nasty guy.

You may not believe it, old Joey is a poor "person". When he was alive, he was still alive and after death. The first time he felt happy was when he saw a guy with a cigarette in his mouth.

The guy looked thin and decadent, with tousled hair and heavy dark circles under his eyes.

That day when he was standing on the shore of the sea of ​​blood, the tide washed his trousers, the man put his pockets in lazily, and said to himself, "Do you want to escape from here?"

At that time, Old Joey couldn't speak, he could only follow his own will, he could only shake his head when he shook his head, the endless slavery made him unable to have any idea of ​​"escape".

And the man laughed, and he threw the cigarette butt into the sea of ​​blood, and the flames reflected the dome of heaven red.

In this way, he escaped with himself.

He took himself to a tavern and met a man who called himself a "bartender". He gave himself a body, a name, and a cute pig.

Old Joey loved that pig. So he's thankful for the guy.

Oh, by the way, this guy is called Ziliang.

Of course. Not long after, Old Joey discovered with his incomparably "intelligent" brain that this bastard named Ziliang didn't rescue him out of kindness at all, he just wanted to pull himself into a boat of thieves .

But old Joey didn't care about these things. After all, he felt that Ziliang was lazy, smoked, black-mouthed, unbeatable, bad-tempered, sinister and cunning, didn't like cleaning the house, and always said he was stupid. Still pretty good.

Therefore, Old Joey was very happy to follow Ziliang through countless planes, looking for those scattered "sin fragments". At the same time, it was really just a way to find some feed that could change the taste of his pigs.

So, in order to find fodder... oh no, for the solid friendship between old Joey and Ziliang, he pulled out that knife again at this moment.

And habitually hummed that song again
"My death is coming.

Splash buckets of blood from my enemies, creating an ocean.

I must now cross this sea in a boat made of their bones.

My sails are their skin.

It is their last breath that blows the sails.

I will gaze upon this sea and tell my story, for at last I will find mercy and forgiveness.

I await the order to execute me, I don't expect anything.

until all is lost.

until death. "

Old Joey hummed and walked towards Arkham Asylum.

Only then did he realize that although this place is called a "lunatic asylum", it is not a madhouse at all. Just like the place where he once stayed was called "heaven", but it was not a paradise.

There are towering city walls, huge searchlights, sprawling power grids, dense tower posts, and giant iron gates as thick as air-raid shelters.

Since the expansion many years ago, it has become an impenetrable fortress.

In front of the giant iron gate, Old Joey scratched his bald head.

"Zizi——" A burst of electric current sounded from the loudspeaker above the head: "Please show your ID."

The voice of the duty officer came, and the surveillance system of the Arkham Asylum was rotated 24 hours a day, so Old Joey had already been captured by the camera as soon as he walked to the door. However, the duty officer did not realize what he was about to face , he just asked lightly, after all, this person doesn't have any weapons at first glance, except for the knife.

So, the duty officer is very strange, what does this person do?What is he doing with a knife?
Of course he would be very strange. In fact, not far away, people hiding on the side of the road gathered around and looked at him. They were also very strange, even Parker was very strange.

Tonight, only Old Joey knows what will happen. Of course, this is just a very easy thing for him, although this knife has only been matched with this world for three months, and only a little bit of strength has been accumulated , but should be enough.

So, he easily raised the knife!

Chop it off!

No one knows how many things Old Joey has chopped up. In short, this chopping is extremely natural, calm, skilled, and natural, as if Old Joey standing under the moonlight should chop something, so that, The people who saw this absurd scene didn't feel any suddenness.

extremely fast.Extremely stable.The fat on Old Joey's shoulders swayed cutely with this chop. The knife chopped off a night wind that accidentally blew past, chopped off a few strands of moonlight, and chopped up to several floors. High above the huge iron gate.

There was a loud bang!But before the loud noise reached people's eardrums, an even bigger crack started to rush from the blade, and it spread crazily to the upper and lower ends. Draw a shocking false pattern on the steel.

However, the rift is not fake. It is incomparably real.So as people's minds were hummed by the huge cracking sound from the rear occupancy, the crack began to be torn open, and an invisible force turned into a ghost for a moment. Reaching into the gaping gap, roaring, tearing.

The fragile steel couldn't stand this kind of devastation at all, and it let out a painful hiss, and then cracked, and the high walls on both sides were affected by the remaining force. The steel bars and concrete collapsed in an instant, and then fell, like The building blocks piled up by children were ruthlessly overthrown, the roar lifted the night, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

In the sky full of collapse and dust
"Haha—old Joey's here!"

(End of this chapter)