boom--!!

Dozens of caregivers flew out at the same time and collided with the "mysterious" people who came one after another. An earth-shattering "mysterious" melee broke out.

Lin Qiye was wearing a cloak, looking at the battlefield quietly. At this moment, his temperament was no longer like the director of a hospital, but a gangster boss who led a group of thugs to fight.

"Instructor Lin!"

"Master Qiye!"

When they saw him, Li Zhenzhen and Fang Mo's eyes lit up at the same time and they spoke excitedly.

Lin Qiye hummed and his eyes fell on Fang Mo's wound that was being bandaged. The amount of bleeding was not much at the moment, and as long as he waited some more time, the bleeding should be completely stopped.

Lin Qiye opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes fixed, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the white cat Fang Mo, and quickly retreated!

Above the forest, a pencil instantly pierced through several kilometers of nothingness, and passed through the place where Fang Mo was originally lying at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. After the trunk of the pencil passed by for several seconds, a piercing sonic boom roared in the air.

If Lin Qiye had been a little slower, Fang Mo would probably have become a dead cat torn into pieces.

The pencil swept through the air, creating huge waves that blew away Li Zhenzhen and Lu Baoyou. Lin Qiye grabbed the white cat Fang Mo with one hand. His crimson cloak danced wildly in the wind. His eyes fell on the pencil hovering in the void above his head.

That is...

"It smells so good, I really want to eat it... I really want to eat it..."

A creepy whisper came from beside Pencil, and the pressure from the "Klein" realm suddenly descended.

Lin Qiye's expression became visibly solemn.

With the divine ruins on his body and the sword of Ame-no-Murakumo, the number one divine weapon of Takama-ga-hara, behind him, Lin Qiye is not unkillable even if he faces the "mystery" of "Klein".

But the problem is that the current situation in Shangjing City is very special. He cannot release any aura to participate in the battle, otherwise Chen Han’s path to becoming king will be completely aborted.

Although there are a group of "Klein" level caregivers available in the hospital, his current realm is only "Infinite", and he cannot summon them out, so he can only fight them on his own.

A few glimmers flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, and he raised his fingers slightly, and a gorgeous magic circle opened under his feet.

The next moment, his figure quickly twisted and transformed into Chen Han, who was wearing a military coat and leather boots.

Transfiguration magic!

Since he had to participate in the battle no matter what, Lin Qiye had to completely conceal his own aura, and the best way to do this was to use Chen Han's own breath fluctuations instead.

In this way, even if he joins the battlefield, other "mysteries" will not notice anything unusual. Even if some "mysteries" find that there are two Chen Hans appearing at the same time, they will only regard this as Chen Han's special ability and will not realize that one of them is not Chen Han himself.

Lin Qiye put down the white cat Fang Mo in his hand and reached into the black box behind him...

clang——!

With the sound of a sword, Lin Qiye held the sword of Ama-no-Murakumo in his hand and confronted the Pen Immortal from a distance.

…

Asylum of the Gods.

Jimeigarsh opened the door, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the morning sun, feeling very happy.

As early as the ancient Babylonian period, one of his greatest hobbies was to sit on the highest and most magnificent throne in the entire kingdom in the first glimmer of light in the morning, looking down at the busy people working below while tasting intoxicating wine. ..

Now, although there is no throne and no wine, it is also a good thing to be able to walk out towards the first rays of morning sun and watch the group of caregivers busy preparing breakfast for me.

His happy mood did not last long, as a dull collision sound came from next door.

Gilgamesh frowned and looked sideways.

At the door of the next ward, an ancient ape was sitting cross-legged on the fence, holding a jar of fruit wine in both hands and drinking it with his head tilted back.

Strands of water flowed down the hair around his mouth and dripped onto the cassock covered with fine cracks. He reached out and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, smacked his lips, and threw the heavy jar of wine on the floor of the corridor.

The wine jar rolled in front of Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed.

Bang--!

The wine jar under his feet exploded instantly.

Sun Wukong, who was sitting on the fence, frowned immediately. He looked back at Gilgamesh and said in a cold voice:

"Are you looking for death?"

"Just you?" Gilgamesh replied calmly.

The busy caregivers downstairs were stunned when they heard the sound of wine jars exploding from the second floor. Then they turned around to check the time, and a look of realization appeared on their faces.

Oh, it turned out to be the time when those two had a fight at work...

The caregivers looked as if they were already used to it and continued to do their own things. No one cared about the two people upstairs today or why they fought.

Second floor.

The eyes of Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong collided in the air, as if sparks were about to fly.

The fighting spirit in the two men's eyes grew more and more intense, and just when Gilgamesh snorted coldly and was about to take the first step, Sun Wukong seemed to have thought of something and stretched out a finger.

"Wait a moment."

"Um?"

Gilgamesh was stunned.

"Someone is missing." Sun Wukong looked towards the ward next door.

“…Tsk, this is really troublesome.”

Gilgamesh spoke in displeasure.

The two looked at each other and walked towards Braki's ward at the same time.

Bang--!!

With a loud bang, the door of Ward 3 was kicked open, and Braki, who was dreaming sweetly, was suddenly awakened!

When he saw Sun Wukong and Jimei Garsh standing at the door, he was stunned at first, then he moved back a little in fear and stammered:

"You, what do you want to do?! Don't touch me... don't move..."

Before Braki could finish his words, Sun Wukong walked directly in front of him, grabbed his collar, and dragged him out the door with an expressionless face.

"Our fight needs some background music," he said calmly.

“…”

Bragi: (＃｀д′)?? ? ?

Braki tried to resist, but he didn't know what spell Sun Wukong cast. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the monkey-haired hand.

This blond handsome guy from Norse mythology, wearing blue and white striped pajamas, was dragged from the second floor to the edge of the yard by Sun Wukong like a helpless chick, and the process attracted a large number of caregivers to watch.

For a moment, Bragi felt that he had disgraced all the Norse gods.

After the musicians were in place, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh stood on either side of the yard, and after a brief pause, they quickly rushed towards each other.

A fierce battle between the two gods breaks out!