Chapter 802
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Chapter 802: Gilgamesh
The purple light in the sky slowly faded, and the terrifying waves of destruction subsided.
Sun Wukong sat on the railing, holding a wine jar, his eyes lightly scanning the dust-filled but unharmed hospital room, then calmly turning his head to continue staring blankly into the distance.
The dust settled.
Lin Qiye, dressed in a white coat, stood at the door, not a single scratch on him. With his hands in his pockets, he looked at Gilgamesh in front of him, a look of helplessness appearing on his face.
Did he just start a fight over a disagreement?
Another difficult opponent…
Seeing that Lin Qiye had withstood such an attack and remained unscathed, Gilgamesh’s brows furrowed slightly. He stared at Lin Qiye for a moment, as if sensing something.
“So it turns out the laws here are protecting you? How fortunate…”
Gilgamesh slowly stood up from the folding chair, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Lin Qiye as he walked toward the door of the hospital room, lightly shaking his gray robe, as if it were not an ordinary robe but a royal garment symbolizing supreme authority.
He walked straight to the door of the hospital room and stopped.
“Step aside,” Gilgamesh said flatly.
Lin Qiye stood at the door, showing no intention of yielding. “You can’t go out yet.”
“You opened the door for this king, and now you won’t let him out?” Gilgamesh’s deep purple eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you… toying with this king?”
“It’s too dangerous for you to go out.”
“You have the laws of this place protecting you; this king cannot harm you. What are you afraid of?”
“You are mistaken,” Lin Qiye sighed. “What I meant is not that I will be in danger… but that you will be in danger.”
Gilgamesh stared into Lin Qiye’s eyes, a hint of mockery appearing on his face. “This king will be in danger? Peasant, do you know who this king is?”
“A madman.”
“…” Gilgamesh spoke coldly, “If it weren’t for the laws here, you would have been executed by this king a thousand times over…”
As his words fell, Lin Qiye felt a blur before his eyes, and Gilgamesh’s body suddenly vanished from in front of him. When he turned around, he found Gilgamesh already standing in the corridor outside the hospital room.
The ancient king draped in a gray robe walked to the edge of the railing on the second floor. The dim yellow sunset cast a golden edge on his gray robe. In that moment, it seemed as if he had truly returned to another time, wearing the supreme royal robe, looking down upon his city-state.
Under the sunset, his deep purple eyes appeared somewhat vacant, an endless sense of desolation and confusion surging forth…
Clang!
A loud noise interrupted his memories.
Gilgamesh frowned, anger flashing across his face. He turned to see a monkey in a cassock at the door of the adjacent hospital room, casually throwing an empty wine jar to the ground as he stepped down from the railing.
Sun Wukong seemed to sense Gilgamesh’s gaze, slightly tilting his head to glance at him before continuing to walk toward his hospital room as if no one were around.
“Stop.” Gilgamesh raised his head arrogantly. “Why don’t you kneel upon seeing this king?”
Sun Wukong had one foot in the hospital room but suddenly paused.
He slowly withdrew the foot that was about to enter, turned his head, and squinted at the gray-robed Gilgamesh.
“You… want who to kneel?” Sun Wukong’s chilling voice echoed in the air.
Lin Qiye sighed from the side.
As expected…
“You,” Gilgamesh repeated.
Sun Wukong quietly stared at him, his expression unchanged, but the cassock draped over him began to flutter uncontrollably.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye pondered.
Combining it with the previous experience in Room 4, Lin Qiye speculated that the cassock on Sun Wukong was likely a tool used by the Buddhas to suppress his true self. This cassock sealed his demonic nature while also restraining his emotional fluctuations, and whenever the cassock reacted, it indicated that Sun Wukong’s emotions were beginning to stir…
He was angry.
“What are you? You think you can make me kneel?” Sun Wukong spoke with a chilling intent. “I won’t kneel to anyone except my master…”
“What are you?” Gilgamesh replied calmly. “How ridiculous. Since when does a monkey used for entertainment deserve to share a floor with this king?”
Boom—!!
On the second floor corridor of the hospital, Sun Wukong, draped in a golden cassock, suddenly vanished from his spot, and a piercing sonic boom echoed throughout the hospital.
At the same time, a violent and powerful divine force surged forth like a tide, a fist wrapped in golden light shattered the void, roaring toward Gilgamesh’s chest!
Gilgamesh’s pupils constricted!
Boom—!!
A burst of purple energy erupted in front of Gilgamesh, but it still failed to stop the unstoppable fist, which struck directly at Gilgamesh’s chest, sending him crashing out of the hospital’s second floor like a cannonball, landing in the courtyard below.
This brief yet fierce clash of divine forces startled all the nurses in the hospital. Li Yifei shouted hoarsely from the side, directing the other nurses to evacuate quickly, clearing the courtyard.
Merlin and Bragi emerged from the study, standing at the edge of the courtyard, watching the figure that had been smashed into the ground.
“Two hotheads meeting; this hospital won’t be peaceful now,” Merlin sighed helplessly. He extended his hand and set up several layers of magical arrays around the courtyard to prevent the impending battle from harming the innocent nurses.
Bragi scratched his head, thought for a moment, and directly pulled out his harp from the room, sitting down beside the courtyard.
“What are you doing?” Merlin asked in confusion.
“Since I’m just sitting here, I might as well provide some battle background music for them,” Bragi said with a look of excitement, plucking the strings of his harp, and a passionate, fast-paced melody echoed above the hospital.
In the courtyard.
Dust rolled and churned from the ground, and a figure slowly stood up from the deep pit in the grass…
Those furious purple eyes opened, and an unmatched kingly aura erupted from him, the gray robe billowing in the wake of his presence. Even with Merlin’s magical arrays in place, the kingly aura radiating from him nearly forced the other nurses to their knees.
Opposite him, a golden-eyed ancient ape in a cassock gracefully descended from the second floor, its blazing golden eyes burning like the sun, the violent divine force rampaging through the air, matching the kingly aura.
Lin Qiye stood on the second-floor corridor, looking down at the terrifying fluctuations of the two auras in the courtyard. After a moment of thought, he chose not to intervene.
On one hand, he wanted to leverage Sun Wukong’s fierce combat power to suppress Gilgamesh’s momentum;
On the other hand, he was genuinely curious…
Who was stronger, the Great Sage Sun Wukong or the ancient Babylonian tyrant Gilgamesh?
