Asylum of the Gods.

Lin Qiye walked through the quiet hospital corridor and went straight to the courtyard.

Ever since Gilgamesh's last rampage, the hospital has been in silence, and all the nurses try to keep their voices low in their daily actions, for fear of disturbing the deranged mad king sitting on the throne in the hospital.

As if sensing Lin Qiye's approach, Gilgamesh, who was chained on the black throne, slowly opened his eyes.

Compared to yesterday, Gilgamesh's face looked much more haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring weakly at Lin Qiye in front of him.

"What's the matter?" he asked hoarsely.

"There are gods coveting your treasure house." Lin Qiye said seriously.

Hearing this, Gilgamesh did not look surprised. He sneered and said, "My treasury contains a large number of top-level artifacts, which are indeed enough to attract the attention of any kingdom of God in the world. When I was alive, countless gods were eyeing it. I didn't expect that after so long, there are still people who are thinking about it..."

"What I'm confused about is that the King's Treasury has disappeared in the real world for such a long time, why did the news come out at this time?" Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment.

"I suspect that your current situation is related to this matter."

"Perhaps." Gilgamesh paused for a moment, "So, you came to me hoping to find out the exact location of the King's Treasury? But... I don't even know where the King's Treasury is.

Before I died of old age, I had already arranged my funeral affairs in advance, which also included the handling of the King's Treasury... This treasury was the result of my life's hard work. Even if I die, not a single artifact in it can fall into the hands of the Sumerian gods.

When I first became the King of Uruk, I found a strange king turtle that could survive at the bottom of the deep sea without food or water. It would surface to breathe once every hundred years, and each breath lasted for three months. After that, it could dive for another hundred years and live as long as the sky.

Therefore, before I died, I ordered the most skilled blacksmith in Uruk to move his family into the treasury, and to maintain the artifacts on my behalf. I also hid this treasury under the shell of a royal turtle and released it.

Now, with the passage of time and the changes in the world, where exactly this king turtle is now... I can't predict it either."

That divine turtle is indeed Gilgamesh's.

Lin Qiye thought to himself.

"I have found the location of the treasure house." Lin Qiye said, "But I can't deal with that king turtle."

"That king turtle is quite powerful. I was able to subdue it with the power of the treasure house. It's no wonder you can't get close to it." Gilgamesh nodded.

"Others may not be able to deal with this king turtle, but you should be able to... You have my [Tyrant's Fury] on you. As long as you emit some aura, it will not actively attack you."

Lin Qiye's eyes gradually lit up.

"I see."

Gilgamesh thought for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to say something else, but his eyes suddenly froze!

That haggard and weak face twisted in pain again, and the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged. As he struggled hard, the iron chains on the throne vibrated violently, making clanging sounds.

Lin Qiye subconsciously took a step back, frowning tightly.

here we go again……

Gilgamesh's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, and he looked around quickly, as if he was alert to an enemy that was about to appear somewhere.

"You again...you again!! I will kill you all!"

Gilgamesh's roar, mixed with the clanging of iron chains, echoed in the hospital. The nurses who were busy doing laundry and cooking were startled. They whispered to each other, glanced at the courtyard with some fear, and lowered their heads to speed up the work in their hands.

A figure wearing a tattered cassock jumped down from the second floor.

Sun Wukong glanced at Gilgamesh, who was roaring crazily on the throne, and turned to look at Lin Qiye:

"What happened?"

"I found his treasure trove, and just after I asked a few questions, I got sick again." Lin Qiye said bitterly.

He looked above Gilgamesh's head and saw the healing progress bar jumping left and right again.

"Any clues?"

"I guess so. I always feel that the emergence of this treasure trove should have something to do with his current situation."

Sun Wukong nodded, "You go ahead, I'll take care of this."

Lin Qiye was about to turn around and leave when Gilgamesh, who was trapped on the throne and struggling frantically, suddenly spoke:

"No...that's not right...these are all fake!"

"I am in the hospital... hospital... Lin Qiye!!"

Hearing the mad Gilgamesh calling his name, Lin Qiye paused and turned around quickly.

Gilgamesh's cloudy eyes showed a glimmer of clarity, and he shouted:

"You can't take the treasure house... You must first take... [Star Coins]! You can only use them..."

Gilgamesh uttered a few unclear words with difficulty, and then the clarity in his eyes receded like the tide.

The surging purple light burst out from his body, hitting the iron chains on his body one after another, making a sound like the roar of the tide. Gilgamesh looked forward with a ferocious face, and surging murderous intent swept out:

"I will never allow a bunch of monsters like you to touch my Uruk... Come, fight me!"

Chaotic words came out of his mouth one after another. Lin Qiye lowered his head and carefully recited Gilgamesh's last words, as if he was thinking.

"【Star Coin】...what is that?"

"You go quickly." Sun Wukong took a calm step towards the confused and crazy Gilgamesh.

Lin Qiye nodded, and disappeared in the hospital in a flash.

Sun Wukong stood in the courtyard, looking at Gilgamesh in front of him with a complicated expression. He glanced at the frightened caregivers around him, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently scratched his ear.

A golden hoop quickly enlarged and was held in his hand.

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel in one hand and dragged its edge around the courtyard, drawing a large golden circle that surrounded the entire courtyard.

The moment this golden circle took shape, the scene in the courtyard gradually faded from the eyes of the caregiver, and Gilgamesh's roar also disappeared, as if an invisible giant hand had completely hidden the existence of the courtyard.

"Wait for me!"

Bragi held a harp in one hand and a small stool in the other, and stepped directly over the golden circle drawn by Sun Wukong and walked into the yard.

Sun Wukong glanced at him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't you want to stay here and guard Gilgamesh? I'll come and keep you company!" Bragi waved the harp in his hand and said with a smile, "It would be boring for two grown men to sit face to face. I can recite a poem for you~"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and looked at him, his gaze softening a little.

He turned his head, pulled out a piece of monkey hair, and transformed it into a majestic rock throne. He slowly sat down, facing the black throne where Gilgamesh was.

Sun Wukong, wearing a tattered cassock, sat cross-legged on the rock throne, supporting his head with one hand, and spoke calmly:

"Let me make it clear first, I didn't save a seat for you."

"It's okay. Your throne is too high. It's not comfortable for me to sit on it." Braki opened the small stool and sat down. "I'll just sit on my small stool. It's fine."

In front of the two thrones standing facing each other, Braki, sitting on a small stool, looked small and thin.

Sun Wukong looked at Bragi with complicated eyes, then looked away.

In the isolated golden circle, two thrones and a small stool stand in a tripod, which is inexplicably coordinated.