"Why didn't you take action just now?"

On the other side of the fog, several divine figures streaked across the sky. The God of War Tyr asked in confusion,

"His King's Treasury has been damaged. Even in a one-on-one situation, he may not be my opponent. What's more, we still have so many people..."

"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 is no corresponding law to activate it. In this case, why should we make enemies with Gilgamesh?

The situation in Asgard is already chaotic enough, with Odin missing, the gods in turmoil, and Loki trying to usurp the throne and become the new king of gods... If we attract another hero king as an enemy, it will only be bad for us."

The God of War Tyr looked at him silently for a moment and sighed:

"Thor, you're so casual.

In order to compete with you for the position of King of Gods, Loki has used all kinds of dirty tricks, and there are many gods in Asgard who secretly support him.

If we can seize the King's Treasury and obtain 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?"

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

"However, our trip is not completely without gain." The blind god Hodel suddenly spoke.

He grabbed No. 22's collar with one hand, pulled him 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 King's Scepter that Gilgamesh used back then. It can plunder divine power within a certain range for its own use. It is a genuine 'supreme' artifact.

There is also the King's Sword. Although it is not very useful to us gods, it may be effective at a critical moment."

"The 'Supreme' artifact..." Thor's eyes lit up.

"What about this agent?" Vida, the forest god, glanced at No. 22.

"Kill him, he knows too much." God of War Tyr spoke suddenly.

No. 22 was shocked and spoke quickly:

"Wait! You can't kill me!

Apart from the Hero King Gilgamesh, this artifact can only be activated by a special bloodline. Now, except for me, everyone in the world who possesses this bloodline is dead!

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

Hodel placed the [Scepter] in his palm, carefully sensed it for a moment, and nodded slightly: "What he said is true. This artifact requires a bloodline 'key'."

"Then take him back to Asgard with you." Thor said calmly.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at No. 22:

"By the way, did you see my agent in the King's Treasury? His name is Claude."

There was a slight chill in No. 22's eyes.

No one knew 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 wouldn't have been able to wish to erase the mark and escape death.

“I saw it, but he was marked by this god and eventually died of an attack in the treasury.” No. 22 pointed at No. 03 standing beside him.

No. 03, who was suddenly called out, looked unhappy.

He had already been captured, and now he was forcing the other party's agent to work for him, and even killed him... No. 03 never thought that things would develop to this point.

"I almost forgot there are two more." Blind God Hodel said faintly, "How do we deal with them?"

Thor's face was extremely gloomy, with arcs of electricity dancing in his eyes, staring at No. 03.

"Kill them all. Kill them all."

The corners of War God Tyr's mouth slightly raised, "No problem."

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

…

A somersault cloud streaked across the sea.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on the edge of the clouds, staring at the hazy fog around him with his eyes, which were extremely complex.

A hundred years later, he saw the fog again, the fog that once buried his brother and the entire heaven.

His thoughts seemed to go back to the time before the national monument. The despair, sadness, and anger at that time were like marks left in time. Even after a hundred years, even though he was no longer the Fighting Buddha, they had never faded.

"Daxia..." Sun Wukong muttered to himself and clenched his fists.

"Brother Monkey, do you miss Daxia?" Lin Qiye walked over and sat down beside him.

"After tearing the robe into pieces, some things seem to become even stronger." Sun Wukong placed 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, with the cassock torn into pieces, the emotions that Sun Wukong had hidden deep in his heart for a hundred years would naturally surge out in a more intense 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, do you have another chance to extract my abilities?"

"That's right."

"Let's draw now." Sun Wukong paused, "Let me make it clear in advance. I don't have old man Merlin's ability, so I can't cheat for you. What ability you can draw depends entirely on you."

Lin Qiye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I know, I'll do it myself this time."

Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the Gods' Mental Hospital.

…

Thanks to the hospital's self-repair function, the hospital, which had been devastated by the battle between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, has almost recovered.

The broken yard has been basically leveled, and the collapsed staff 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, wearing his tattered grey robe again, was sitting in the bare courtyard, lost in thought.

"Gilgamesh."

Lin Qiye walked into the courtyard and whispered, "Gilgamesh?"

Gilgamesh came back to his senses and looked at him helplessly, "I just forgot the past, I'm not demented..."

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

"...I don't know either." Gilgamesh sighed. "I can't remember the past. If it weren't for the memories after coming here, I might not even remember my own name... Fortunately, I haven't forgotten Uruk."

“After I get back, I’ll copy some historical materials about you. Even though they’re vague and one-sided, they’re better than not remembering them at all.” Lin Qiye said.

Gilgamesh did not refuse, but asked directly,

"Are you here to extract Sun Wukong's abilities?"

"Um."

"You should be able to draw my power once more now? Let's draw together."

Lin Qiye nodded and stood still in the courtyard. In the void before his eyes, two power turntables floated in front of him.