Chapter 1244
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Chapter 1244 Doomsday of the Twin Gods
“Why didn’t you make a move just now?”
On the other side of the mist, several divine shadows crossed the sky, and the war god Tyr asked in confusion,
“His Gate of Babylon is already damaged, even in a one-on-one fight, he might not be my match. Moreover, we have so many people…”
“There’s no need for that.” Thor shook his head, “As you said, the Gate of Babylon is already damaged, and even if we seized the treasury, we don’t have the corresponding laws to activate it. That being the case, why should we make an enemy of Gilgamesh?
The situation in Asgard is chaotic enough now, with Odin missing, the gods in turmoil, and Loki attempting to usurp the throne to become the new god king… Making the Hero King our enemy would only be detrimental to us.”
War God Tyr silently stared at him for a moment, then let out a long sigh:
“Thor, you’re too casual.
Loki has used all sorts of dirty tricks to compete with you for the position of god king, and there are many gods in Asgard who secretly support him.
If we could seize the Gate of Babylon and obtain the numerous divine artifacts inside, our chances of winning would increase significantly… Do you really want to stand by and watch someone like Loki become the god king of Asgard?”
Thor remained silent, but his hands clenched tighter.
“However, our journey hasn’t been completely fruitless,” the blind god Höder suddenly spoke.
He grabbed No. 22’s collar, pulled him forward, and took out the golden scepter and sword from his possession, saying calmly:
“If my perception is correct, this should be Gilgamesh’s royal [Scepter] from years ago, which can steal divine power within a certain range for one’s own use. It’s a genuine ‘supreme’ divine artifact.
And that royal [Sword], although not very useful for us gods, might have miraculous effects at critical moments.”
“A ‘supreme’ divine artifact…” Thor’s eyes lit up slightly.
“What about this proxy?” Forest god Vidar glanced at No. 22.
“Kill him, he knows too much,” War God Tyr said abruptly.
No. 22 trembled and hastily spoke:
“Wait! You can’t kill me!
This divine artifact can only be activated by Hero King Gilgamesh or someone with a special bloodline. In the world today, besides me, everyone with this bloodline is dead!
Don’t you need this divine artifact? I can help you!”
Höder placed the [Scepter] in his palm, carefully sensed it for a moment, and nodded slightly: “He’s telling the truth. This divine artifact needs a bloodline ‘key’.”
“Then let’s take him back to Asgard,” Thor calmly said.
Then, as if remembering something, he turned to look at No. 22:
“By the way, did you see my proxy in the Gate of Babylon? His name is Cloud.”
No. 22’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.
No one knew Cloud’s whereabouts better than him, after all, he had personally pierced the other’s heart, offering Cloud as a sacrifice to the [Holy Grail].
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to wish away the mark and escape death.
“I saw him, but he was marked by this deity and died in the treasury,” No. 22 pointed at No. 03.
Suddenly being called out, No. 03’s face changed.
Already captured, and now being accused of forcing the other’s proxy to serve him and causing his death… No. 03 never imagined things would develop to this point.
“Almost forgot there are two more here,” Blind God Höder spoke softly. “How should we deal with them?”
Thor’s face was extremely grim, with electric arcs dancing in his eyes as he stared at No. 03,
“Kill them, kill them all.”
War God Tyr’s lips curved slightly upward, “No problem.”
No. 03 and No. 04 felt as if they had fallen into an ice pit!
…
A somersault cloud swept across the sea.
Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on the edge of the cloud, his eyes fixed on the surrounding misty fog, his gaze incredibly complex.
After a hundred years, he once again saw this mist, the mist that had buried his brothers and the entire Heavenly Court.
His thoughts seemed to return to that moment before the national divine stele. The despair, sorrow, and anger from that time were like marks etched in time—even after a hundred years, even though he was no longer the Victorious Fighting Buddha, they had not faded.
“Great Xia…” Sun Wukong murmured, clenching his fists.
“Monkey Brother, are you thinking about Great Xia?” Lin Qiye sat down beside him.
“After tearing apart that kasaya, some feelings seem to have become stronger,” Sun Wukong placed his right hand on his chest and slowly spoke.
Lin Qiye looked at the position of his heart and nodded.
He had guessed earlier that the kasaya, while giving Sun Wukong powerful Buddhist powers, had also sealed his worldly emotions. Now with the kasaya destroyed, the emotions Sun Wukong had hidden deep in his heart for a hundred years naturally surged out in a more intense way.
Lin Qiye couldn’t imagine what kind of emotions those were.
Sun Wukong seemed to think of something,
“After I leave the hospital, don’t you still have one chance to extract my ability?”
“That’s right.”
“Do it now.” Sun Wukong paused, “Let me tell you in advance, I don’t have old man Merlin’s tricks, I can’t cheat for you. Whatever ability you get depends entirely on you.”
Lin Qiye couldn’t help but laugh, “I know, I’ll do it myself this time.”
Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the Gods’ Mental Hospital.
…
Under the hospital’s self-repair function, the hospital that had been devastated by the battle between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh had mostly recovered.
The shattered courtyard had been largely leveled, the collapsed staff dormitories rebuilt, and the caregivers who had evacuated to the iron gate were unharmed, patting their chests in relief while cleaning up fallen debris around the hospital.
Gilgamesh, back in his tattered gray robe, sat in the bare courtyard, lost in thought.
“Gilgamesh.”
Lin Qiye walked into the courtyard and called softly, “Gilgamesh?”
Gilgamesh came to his senses and gave him a helpless look, “This king has only forgotten the past, not become senile…”
Lin Qiye scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and asked curiously, “So how much have you forgotten now?”
“…This king is not sure.” Gilgamesh let out a long sigh, “This king can no longer remember past memories. If not for the memories since arriving here, this king might not even remember his own name… Fortunately, this king has not forgotten Uruk.”
“After we go back, I’ll copy some historical materials about you. Although they’ll be vague and partial, it’s better than not remembering at all,” Lin Qiye said.
Gilgamesh didn’t refuse, but asked directly,
“Are you here to extract Sun Wukong’s ability?”
“Yes.”
“You should still be able to extract one of my abilities now? Do it together.”
Lin Qiye nodded, standing still in the courtyard. In the void before him, two ability wheels floated in front of him.
