A pair of unfocused eyes stared blankly at the nothingness before their eyes.

Witnessing Gilgamesh's "resurrection" with his own eyes, Lin Qiye's heart sank to the bottom.

In Utopia, it was recorded in the archives that Gilgamesh's body was suspected to be stolen by the Sumerian gods. At that time, Lin Qiye thought that they stole the body just to vent their anger or covet his laws, but he didn't expect that the Sumerian gods actually wanted to use the Holy Grail to "resurrect" Gilgamesh and control the King's Treasury!

The King's Treasury is formed by the law of Gilgamesh, and only the law of the king can activate it. In this way, they must revive Gilgamesh.

Of course, all the Sumerian gods needed was his body and his laws.

The Holy Grail might be able to resurrect souls, but the number of sacrifices required would be astronomical, and resurrecting Gilgamesh's soul would do more harm than good to the Sumerian gods.

As the moon god Nannar pointed in the air at Gilgamesh's forehead, wisps of hidden moonlight poured out from his brain, turning into countless silk threads, flowing through every corner of his body.

"Gilgamesh's" dull eyes suddenly froze, and then a look of pain appeared!

…

Asylum of the Gods.

“Aaaaaaaah——!!”

A shrill roar echoed in the golden circle of the courtyard. Layers of invisible air waves radiated from the black throne to the surroundings, lifting up the grass one after another!

Gilgamesh's bloodshot eyes widened with a hideous and painful expression. He banged his head against the back of the throne behind him, making a heart-pounding dull sound. Dense cracks spread on the hard throne, and the thick blood almost dyed the throne red.

"Crazy... Crazy! Gilgamesh is crazy!" Braki looked at this shocking scene and was at a loss for a moment. "Why did he react so strongly? Wasn't he quiet for a while just now?"

Sun Wukong frowned, his eyes fixed on the golden circle beside him.

Under the impact of Gilgamesh's crazy release of aura, the golden circle separating the hospital and the courtyard began to gradually blur. If it was completely broken, the aura released by the runaway Gilgamesh would inevitably hurt many caregivers in the hospital.

But he didn't understand why Gilgamesh suddenly went crazy to this extent?

"Could something have happened in the outside world?" Sun Wukong murmured to himself.

He hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked at the nothingness on the side. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them hard and saw the scene that Lin Qiye saw in the outside world.

Outside the desolate and ruined city, three gods stood tall in the sky. Below them, a familiar figure moved its body stiffly like a puppet, following the fingertips of an old man.

Sun Wukong was startled and looked back at Gilgamesh who was struggling frantically on the throne, his brows almost twisted together.

"So that's how it is..."

He muttered to himself.

Three main gods, a heroic king who was being manipulated as a puppet, and a royal treasury that was about to change hands... The situation was worse than he had imagined.

"What's that? Monkey, what did you see?" Braki asked anxiously.

Sun Wukong didn't say anything. He was silent for a moment, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Braki, get out." Sun Wukong said in a deep voice.

"Go out? But..."

"Listen to me and get out." Sun Wukong took a step forward, the breeze blowing his tattered robes. He walked straight to the crumbling black throne and said calmly,

"If you don't leave, I can't guarantee that you won't get hurt."

Braki was stunned, scratched his head, and nodded honestly, saying, "Okay, I'll go out first. Remember to call me when you're free!"

As Braki's figure disappeared into the golden circle, Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and walked to the cracked throne of the Black King.

"Kill you! This king will kill you!!"

"Whoever invades Uruk will die!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

Most of the black chains had been broken by Gilgamesh's struggle, and he stood up half of his body from the broken throne like a dancing madman.

That face filled with madness and murderous intent was almost touching Sun Wukong's cheek.

Sun Wukong looked at Gilgamesh with a complicated expression, reached into his ear, and a gilded red stick as heavy as a mountain appeared in his hand.

He looked up at the nothingness above his head.

"Sun Wukong treatment progress: 97%"

He took a deep breath, reached out and tore the last chain on Gilgamesh!

With a few crisp explosions, the runaway Gilgamesh completely broke free from the constraints of the throne. The surging divine power poured out from his body, and his pair of turbid and crazy blood-red eyes stared at the Sun Wukong in front of him.

"Kill you...I will kill you..." The twisted murderous intent on Gilgamesh's face almost solidified into substance.

"bring it on……"

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel in his hand and smashed it heavily on the ground in the courtyard. The brilliant golden Buddha light and the violent demonic energy were like two surging waves, venting out from his body without reservation!

The half-broken cassock fluttered in the strong wind. Sun Wukong's eyes seemed to be burning with gold, and his high fighting spirit soared into the sky.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and spoke word by word:

"This will be the last battle between you and me in this hospital!"

…

Above Wucheng.

Under the control of the moonlight, Gilgamesh's originally stiff and rigid movements gradually became smooth and natural.

He raised his hand to his side, and the King's [Scepter] automatically fell from the hands of Inanna, the goddess of love and war, back into his palm.

With the scepter in hand, the royal robe fluttering, and the cracked crown emitting a faint luster, if you ignore those dull and painful eyes, he seems like a real living hero king.

Seeing this, the moon god Nana nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that it was a correct decision to tamper with his subconscious mind before his death." Inanna said with emotion, "Otherwise, with the instincts of this body before his death, it would be difficult to completely control his body even with the moonlight as a medium."

"The use of the divine ruins and the laws seems to be fine. We should be able to start." The God of Fire Bigil looked at Nanna beside him.

The Moon God Nanna narrowed his eyes, and a ray of moonlight flashed across his palms.

The Puppet Hero King below, as if receiving some kind of instruction, slowly raised his hands, and a wave of law aura emanated from his body.

The gorgeous royal robe fluttered without wind, and the terrifying divine power was surging. The puppet hero king opened his lips slightly, and the hoarse and low voice fell clearly into everyone's ears:

“【End…of…the…king…law】!”

The moment he finished speaking, an invisible divine ruin bloomed with him as the center, sweeping across the king's treasury!