"Why didn't you just make a move?"

On the other side of the mist, several divine shadows streaked across the sky, and the god of war Tyr asked puzzled,

"His King's Treasury has been damaged, and even if it's one-on-one, he may not be my match. Not to mention that we still have so many ......"

"There's no need for that." Thor shook his head, "You also said that the King's Treasury has been damaged, and even if we robbed the treasury, there was no corresponding law to urge us, so why should we fight Gilgamesh?"

Now the situation in Asgard is chaotic enough, Odin is missing, the gods are in civil strife, and Loki is trying to usurp the throne and become a new 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 let out a long sigh:

"Thor, you're too spontaneous.

Loki wants to compete with you for the position of god king, but all kinds of dirty methods have been exhausted, and Asgard secretly supports many gods for him.

If we can grab the King's Treasury and get the many artifacts inside, the odds will be even greater...... Do you really want to watch someone like Loki become the god-king of Asgard? ”

Thor was silent, but his hands clenched tighter and tighter.

"However, our trip was not completely fruitless." The blind god Hoddle spoke suddenly.

He grabbed the placket of No. 22 with one hand, pulled it in front of him, took out the golden scepter and sword from his arms, and said calmly:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the [Scepter] of the king of Gilgamesh back then, which can plunder a certain range of divine power for his own use, and is a genuine 'supreme' artifact.

There is also the King's [Sword], although it is not very useful to us gods, but at a critical time, it may also have a miraculous effect. ”

"'Supreme' artifact ......," Thor's eyes lit up slightly.

"And what about this agent?" Vader, the god of the forest, glanced at No. 22.

"Kill it, he knows too much." Tyre, the god of war, spoke coldly.

The No. 22 tiger body was shocked, and he hurriedly spoke:

"Wait a minute! You can't kill me!

This artifact can only be activated by a special bloodline except for the hero king Gilgamesh, and now those who have this bloodline in the world, except for me, have already died!

Don't you need this artifact? I can help you! ”

Hoddle put the [Scepter] in the palm of his hand, carefully perceived it for a moment, and nodded slightly: "What he said is true, this artifact needs a 'key' of bloodline." ”

"Then bring him back to Asgard with us." Thor spoke calmly.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head to look at No. 22:

"By the way, you are in the King's Treasury, have you seen my agent? His name is Claude. ”

The eyes of the 22nd are faintly undetectable.

No one knows Claude's whereabouts better than him, after all, it was he who pierced the other party's heart with his own hands and sacrificed Claude to the [Holy Grail].

Otherwise, he would not have been able to make a wish to erase the mark and escape death.

"Yes, but he was marked by the god, and he died in the treasury." Number 22 stretched out his hand to the side of Number 03.

Suddenly, No. 03, who was named, changed his face.

was already captured, and now he drove the other party's agent to kill him, and killed him...... No. 03 never imagined that things would develop to this point.

"I almost forgot that there were two more." The blind god Hoddle spoke faintly, "What do they do?" ”

Thor's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of electric arcs, staring at No. 03,

"Kill it, kill it all."

The corners of the god of war's mouth rose slightly, "No problem." ”

No. 03 and No. 04 are like falling into an ice cave!

……

A somersault cloud streaked across the sea.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged by the clouds, his eyes staring at the hazy fog around him, his eyes were extremely complicated.

After a hundred years, he saw this mist again, this mist that had buried his brother and buried the entire heavenly court.

His thoughts seemed to return to the previous monument of the Zhenguo God, the despair, sadness, and anger at that time were like the marks left by time, even if he had been fighting for a hundred years, even if he was no longer the Buddha who fought and defeated the Buddha, it had never subsided.

"Great Xia ......" Sun Wukong muttered to himself, his fists clenched.

"Brother Monkey, do you want to do it?" Lin Qiye walked up to him and sat down.

"After tearing that robe, something seems to be stronger." Sun Wukong put his right hand on his chest and slowly spoke.

Lin Qiye glanced at the location of his heart and nodded.

He had guessed before that robe, although it gave Sun Wukong a powerful Buddhist power, but it also sealed his worldly emotions, and at this moment, with the robe broken, Sun Wukong's emotions that he had hidden in his heart for a hundred years would naturally gush out in a stronger way.

Lin Qiye couldn't imagine what kind of emotion it was.

Sun Wukong seems to have thought of something,

"After I leave the hospital, do you have another chance to draw my abilities?"

"That's right."

"Let's smoke it now." Sun Wukong paused, "Say it in advance, I don't have the ability of Old Man Merlin, I can't cheat on you, what ability you can draw depends purely on yourself." ”

Lin Qiye couldn't cry or laugh, "I know, I'll come by myself this time." ”

Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the Divine Mental Hospital.

……

Under the self-healing function of the hospital, the hospital that has experienced the devastation of the Monkey King and Gilgamesh has been restored.

The broken yard has been basically leveled, several collapsed staff dormitories have been rebuilt, and the nurses who evacuated to the iron gate are not injured.

Gilgamesh, dressed back in his shabby gray robe, was sitting in the bare courtyard, dazed.

"Gilgamesh."

Lin Qiye walked into the courtyard and spoke softly, "Gilgamesh? ”

Gilgamesh came back to his senses and looked at him helplessly, "This king has just forgotten the past, and he is not demented......"

Lin Qiye scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and asked curiously, "Then how much have you forgotten now?" ”

“…… This king, too, is not clear. Gilgamesh sighed, "I can't remember the memories of the past, and if it weren't for the memories of coming here, the king probably wouldn't remember his name...... Fortunately, the king has not forgotten Uruk. ”

"When I get back, I'll copy a few historical materials about you, although it's very vague and one-sided, but it's better than not remembering at all." Lin Qiye said.

Gilgamesh did not refuse, but asked directly,

"You're here to extract Sun Wukong's abilities?"

"Hmm."

"Now, you should still be able to draw this king's ability once? Let's smoke it together. ”

Lin Qiye nodded, and stood in the courtyard, and in the void in front of him, two power wheels floated in front of him.