The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 536 Hero?

"Here. Nothing"

The pig-headed man said.

The almost eternally peaceful eyes of the craftsman twitched violently.

He has never seen the real appearance of old Joey, when Ziliang brought him to the [bar], he was already a chubby image.

But the person in front of him didn't have that honest and gentle taste at all. His body was covered with blood, and under the blood was a body that was as strong as steel. His hands were covered with extremely thick calluses. Even if they are all holding knives, they can still see clearly. How many times does it take to swipe a knife to get calluses on such hard skin?

The craftsman couldn't figure it out, but he could deeply feel the loneliness, anger, and despair in the other's eyes.

His nose protruded forward, and the eyelids were tinged with blood. The fangs on both sides poked his lips and protruded upwards. Each of the sparse hairs on the top of his head was like a sharp barb.

Such a terrifying image actually had two tear stains on both sides of his cheeks that had been soaked for many years.

Scary, brutal, pathetic.

The craftsman tried to take a few steps forward, and was able to touch the terrifying creature.

Even if it has become like this, the aura will never change.

"No, get out of here with me, you and us"

With a bang, the knife slashed down in the air, and a gust of wind broke through the distance between the two in an instant.

The craftsman's eyes tightened suddenly, because of the wonderful power in his body, he was very familiar with this aggressive aura, so he knew how terrifying this seemingly ordinary slash was.

Even if he was able to cross planes, travel through the vacuum at the edge of the universe, and resist the scorching heat of the lava ocean, the craftsman couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat for a moment when facing this knife.

Suddenly, the artisan fiercely compressed the strength of his back, like a steel bearing, and forced himself to turn sideways. This simple movement almost broke two muscles in his back.

But fortunately, he was almost sure to pass the knife.The terrifying air flow cut past his cheeks, instantly evaporating the cold sweat that came out.

"Angel with a human face" Oink said lightly.

"Don't you know me, I am."

There was another blow, and the air flow directly passed through the dilapidated and collapsed palace wall, and rushed towards the sky obliquely, hitting a huge knife edge on the rock wall of the dome.

Old Joey didn't know anyone anymore.

In this world, it is useless to know anyone. After all, there are only two lives left here, one is himself, and the other is Pego.

The Hongqiao is broken, and no one can leave here.

Because Hongqiao has to walk by itself, and Oyinke can't fly. He once tried to fly upwards with Pego on his back, but he flew for a long time, so long that it was calculated in units of years, but, However, he was still unable to fly out of the severed gap, as if the distance between himself and Hongqiao was constantly lengthening as he flew.

In the end Joey Sr. had to give up too, jumping off Pego and falling.

I don't know how long this falling process lasted, maybe he fell down for several years.

And when he finally fell heavily on the ground, the entire heaven had already been barren and empty.

After that, Old Joey had nothing to do, he started chopping things, he collected all the corpses, he started chopping the meat, and after the minced meat was too hard to cut, he gathered the minced meat and roasted it into a charred Tuo, keep chopping, the corpses of the whole heaven could not be burnt together, so he started chopping bones, one, chopped off with a knife, it became two, and after two chops, it became four .

1000 million roots, [-] million roots.

Finally, one day, Old Joey seemed to finally realize that he might just stay in this place forever.

This is the punishment he deserves.

"I'm a sinner." He said lightly, and then, without warning, suddenly launched an attack and rushed towards the craftsman, with his huge body lying directly in front of the craftsman.

"Why are you a sinner?" The craftsman immediately stretched out his arms, facing Old Joey's knife, holding the needle-like rapier in his hand, "Boom!".
Take it hard.

Under Old Joey's butcher knife, the sword looked as slender as a willow branch, but after that cut, there was only a buzzing sound.

This scene almost violated the common sense of physics, but Old Joey didn't care, he continued chopping very directly, bang, bang, without any tricks, just repeated this action infinitely.

When there is something in front of you, just chop it, no need to think, no need to make sense.

The craftsman crossed his hands and endured the huge slash again and again, but at the same time, he also gritted his teeth and asked, "What's your crime?"

Old Joey's eyes were obviously stunned for a moment, but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.

"I was supposed to be a hero, but... I became a sinner. The Hongqiao was broken. No one can leave heaven without me. I———"

Speaking of this, Old Joey screamed like crazy, and the hatchet in the other hand also started to dance wildly. The crazy offensive made the craftsman unable to resist.

Therefore, he could only withdraw and waved his hands violently. The thin needle turned into a cold light and rushed into Old Joey's blade. For a while, the continuous sound of steel crashing became a deafening bang. .

Old Joey's words were very confusing, but the craftsman still understood, he shouted amidst the bang, "Has anyone walked past Hongqiao?"

"No one! Ahhh! No one!! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-" Joey roared, still like crazy.

"Then what's the difference between you splitting it and not splitting it?"

"when!"

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the continuous collision suddenly stopped, and Old Joey looked at the craftsman with a blank look.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"A bridge that no one has ever walked on, is it broken or not? What's the difference?" The craftsman finally put down his hands, and the chopping just now consumed a lot of his strength.

"No, someone walked by, and that person was me. I should have taken other people and left this place!"

"Why did you take them away?"

"Because... I... I have the ability to do this, I should be a hero!"

"No, no one is born to be a hero. If a person is forced to walk on the road of a hero, then the person who persecutes him is a sinner."

The Artisan King took a few steps forward, trying to get close to this man who was hovering on the edge of madness.

He started to reason.

(End of this chapter)