On the other side of the mist, several divine shadows crossed the sky. Tyr, the god of war, asked in confusion,
"His king's treasure house has been damaged. Even if one-on-one, he may not be my opponent. What's more, there are so many of us..."
"There is no need." Thor shook his head, "You also said that the king's treasure house has been damaged, and even if we robbed the treasure house, there was no corresponding law to activate it. In this case, why should we fight with Gilgamesh?
Enmity?
The situation in Asgard is already chaotic enough now. Odin is missing, the gods are in civil strife, and Loki is trying to usurp the throne and become a new generation of god-king... Recruiting another hero king as an enemy will only do us harm."
Tyr, the god of war, stared at him silently for a moment and sighed:
"Sol, you are too casual.
In order to compete with you for the position of God King, Loki used all kinds of dirty tricks. There are many gods in Asgard who secretly support him.
If we can seize the King's Treasure House and get the many artifacts inside, our chances of winning will be much better... Do you really want to watch someone like Loki become the God King of Asgard?"
Sol remained silent, but his hands clenched tighter and tighter.
"However, our trip is not completely fruitless." Blind God Hodel suddenly said.
He grabbed the lapel of No. 22 with one hand, pulled him in front of him, took out the golden scepter and long sword from his arms, and said calmly:
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the King's [Scepter] of Gilgamesh back then. It can plunder divine power within a certain range for one's own use. It is a genuine 'supreme' artifact.
There is also the King's [Sword], although it is not very useful to our gods, but it may also have miraculous effects at critical times."
"The 'Supreme' artifact..." Thor's eyes lit up slightly.
"What about this agent?" The forest god Vader glanced at No. 22.
"Kill him, he knows too much." God of War Tyr said suddenly.
No. 22’s tiger body trembled and he spoke quickly:
"Wait a minute! You can't kill me!
Except for the Hero King Gilgamesh, this artifact can only be activated by a special bloodline. Now everyone in the world with this bloodline, except me, is dead!
Don’t you need this artifact? I can help you!”
Hodel placed the [Scepter] in the palm of his hand, felt it carefully for a moment, and nodded slightly: "What he said is true. This artifact requires a bloodline 'key'."
"Then let's take him back to Asgard." Thor said calmly.
Then, as if he thought of something, he turned to look at No. 22:
"By the way, did you see my agent in the King's Treasure House? His name is Claude."
No. 22’s eyes were undetectable.
No one knows the whereabouts of Claude better than him. After all, it was he who personally pierced the opponent's heart and sacrificed Claude as a sacrifice to the [Holy Grail].
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make a wish to erase the mark and escape death.
"I saw it, but he was marked by this god and finally died of a seizure in the treasure house." No. 22 pointed to No. 03 aside.
The face of No. 03, who was suddenly called, changed.
He was captured by others, and now he drove the other party's agent to work for him, and even killed him... No. 03 never expected that things would develop to this point.
"I almost forgot that there are two more." Blind God Hodel said quietly, "How to deal with them?"
Thor's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes flashed with electric arcs, and he stared at No. 03.
"Kill them all, kill them all."
The corners of Tyr's mouth raised slightly, "No problem."
No. 03 and No. 04 are like falling into an ice cave!
…
A somersault cloud crossed the sea.
Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on the edge of the cloud, staring at the hazy fog around him with extremely complicated eyes.
After a hundred years, he saw this fog again, the fog that had buried his brother and the entire heaven.
His thoughts seemed to have returned to the national monument. The despair, sadness, and anger at that time were like the marks left on time. Even in the past hundred years, even if he is no longer the victorious Buddha, he has never
subside.
"Daxia..." Sun Wukong muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly.
"Brother Monkey, do you miss Daxia?" Lin Qiye walked over to him and sat down.
"After tearing up that cassock, some things seemed to become stronger." Sun Wukong put his right hand on his chest and spoke slowly.
Lin Qiye glanced at the position of his heart and nodded.
He had guessed before that although the cassock gave Sun Wukong powerful Buddhist power, it also sealed his worldly emotions. Now as the cassock is broken, the emotions that Sun Wukong has hidden deep in his heart for a hundred years will naturally become stronger.
gushed out in a way.
Lin Qiye couldn't imagine what kind of emotion that was.
Sun Wukong seemed to have thought of something,
"After I leave the hospital, will you have another chance to extract my abilities?"
"That's right."
"Just draw it now." Sun Wukong paused, "I told you beforehand that I don't have Old Man Merlin's ability, so I can't cheat for you. What kind of ability you can draw depends purely on you."
Lin Qiye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I know, I will do it myself this time."
Lin Qiye sank into consciousness in the Gods Mental Hospital.
…
Thanks to the hospital's self-repair function, the hospital that was devastated by the battle between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh has recovered to its full potential.
The broken yard has been basically leveled, and several collapsed employee dormitories have been rebuilt. The caregivers who evacuated to the iron gate were not injured. They were patting their chests in fear while picking up the fallen debris in the hospital.
Gilgamesh, who had put back on his shabby gray robe, was sitting in the bare courtyard, lost in thought.
"Gilgamesh."
Lin Qiye walked into the courtyard and said softly, "Gilgamesh?"
Gilgamesh came back to his senses and glanced at him helplessly, "I have just forgotten the past, not demented..."
Lin Qiye scratched his head in embarrassment and asked curiously, "How much have you forgotten now?"
"...I, the king, don't know." Gilgamesh sighed, "I can no longer remember the memories of the past. If I didn't still have the memories after coming here, I might not even remember my own.
The name... Fortunately, I haven’t forgotten Uruk yet.”
"After I go back, I will copy some historical information about you. Although it is very vague and one-sided, it is better than not remembering it at all." Lin Qiye said.
Gilgamesh did not refuse, but asked directly,
"Are you here to extract Sun Wukong's ability?"
"Um."
"You should be able to use my king's ability now? Let's use it together."
Lin Qiye nodded and stood still in the courtyard. In the void in front of him, two ability dials floated in front of him.