Chapter 1233 – The Final Battle

　　A pair of unfocused eyes, empty and lifeless staring at the nothingness in front of them.

　　Witnessing Gilgamesh’s “resurrection” with his own eyes, Lin Qiye’s heart sank to the bottom.

　　When he was in Utopia, it was recorded in the archives that Gilgamesh’s body was suspected to have been stolen by the Sumerian gods. At the 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 would want to use the [Holy Grail] to “resurrect” Gilgamesh so that they could take control of the King’s Treasure Trove!

　　The King’s Treasure Trove is Gilgamesh’s law, and only the King’s law can catalyze it, in this way, they must revive Gilgamesh.

　　Of course, what the Sumerian Gods needed was only his flesh and laws.

　　Resurrecting the soul, perhaps the [Holy Grail] could indeed do it, but the sacrifices needed would be absolutely astronomical, and resurrecting Gilgamesh’s soul would be a hundred disadvantages to the Sumerian Gods.

　　With the Moon God Nanna’s finger in the air, “Gilgamesh’s” forehead, a strand of latent moonlight surged out from the brain, turning into countless threads that flowed in every corner of the body.

　　”Gilgamesh’s dull eyes suddenly froze, and then a color of pain appeared!

　　The Asylum of the Gods.

　　”Ahhhhhhhhhh-!!!”

　　Bleak roars echoed within the golden circle of the compound, and a layer of invisible air waves centered around the black throne, stirring in the surroundings and lifting up the grass one after another!

　　Gilgamesh’s bloodshot eyes opened angrily, his expression was hideous and painful, he crazily hit the back of the throne chair behind him with his head, sending out a heart trembling dull sound, dense cracks spreading on the hard throne, thick blood almost dyed the throne red.

　　”Crazy …… crazy! Gilgamesh has gone mad!” Bragi looked at this shocking scene and was a bit at a loss for words for a moment, “Why is he suddenly reacting so much? Wasn’t it just quiet for a moment?”

　　Sun Wukong frowned as his gaze fell on top of the golden circle on the side.

　　Under the impact of Gilgamesh’s frantic release of breath, the golden circle that separated the hospital from the compound began to gradually blur, and if it were to completely shatter, the Gilgamesh who had gone berserk, and released his breath would inevitably injure many of the hospital’s caretakers.

　　But he didn’t understand, how could Gilgamesh suddenly rampage to this point?

　　”Could it be that something has changed in the outside world?” Sun Wukong muttered.

　　He hesitated for a moment and turned his head to look at the nothingness to the side, those eyes were tightly closed for a moment, and when he opened them with force, he saw the scene Lin Qiye saw in the outside world.

　　Beyond the barren and dilapidated city, three gods stood towering in the clouds, and below them, a familiar figure was as if it was a marionette, moving its body stiffly as an old man’s fingertips gently ticked.

　　Sun Wukong was stunned, looking back at the frantically struggling Gilgamesh on the throne, his brows almost knitted together.

　　”So this is it ……”

　　He muttered.

　　Three main gods, a hero king who was being manipulated as a puppet, and a king’s treasury that was about to change ownership …… The situation was even worse than he had imagined.

　　”Which is it? Monkey, what did you see?” Bragi asked anxiously.

　　Sun Wukong didn’t say anything, he was silent for a moment, and his eyes flashed with a morose cold light.

　　”Bragi, you go out.” Sun Wukong spoke in a deep voice.

　　”Go out? But ……”

　　”Listen to me and go out.” Sun Wukong took a step, the breeze ruffled the tattered and tattered robe as he walked straight towards the rickety black throne, calmly saying.

　　”If you don’t leave, I can’t guarantee that you won’t get hurt.”

　　Bragi froze and scratched his head, still nodding honestly, he said, “Okay, then I’ll go out first, remember to call me if it’s okay in a while!”

　　As Braki’s figure disappeared inside the golden circle, Sun Wukong’s eyes narrowed slightly as he walked over to the cracked Black King’s throne.

　　”Kill you! This King will kill you!!!”

　　”Death to those who invade Uruk!”

　　”Kill! Kill! Kill ……”

　　The black chains had snapped most of the way under Gilgamesh’s struggles, and half of his body stood up from the shattered throne like a hand-wringing madman.

　　The face that was filled with madness and killing intent was almost close to Sun Wukong’s cheek.

　　Sun Wukong looked at Gilgamesh in a complicated way, reached in his ear, and a gilt and red stick, as heavy as a mountain, appeared in his hand.

　　He looked up at the nothingness above his head.

　　”Sun Wukong healing progress: 97%”

　　He took a deep breath and reached out to rip the last of the chains from Gilgamesh’s body!

　　With a few crisp pops, the rampaging Gilgamesh completely got rid of the throne restraints, raging divine might pouring out wildly from his body, a pair of muddy and crazy blood-colored eyes staring deathly at the Sun Wukong in front of him.

　　”Kill you …… This king is going to kill you ……” The twisted killing intent on Gilgamesh’s face nearly condensed into substance.

　　”Come on ……”

　　Sun Wukong held the golden hoop stick in his hand and smashed it heavily on top of the compound’s earth, and the bright golden Buddha light and the violent demonic Qi, like two surging waves, were unreservedly vented from his body!

　　Half of the broken robe was hunting in the gale, Sun Wukong’s eyes seemed to be burning gold, high fighting spirit rushed to the clouds.

　　Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and spoke word by word:

　　”This will be the …… last battle between me and you, within this sick house!”

　　In the sky above the city of Wu.

　　”Gilgamesh” under the control of the moonlight, the original stiff and dull movements, gradually 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 his hand, the king’s robes fluttered, and the cracked crown emitted a faint luster, and if he ignored the dull, pained eyes, it was as if he was truly a living, heroic king.

　　Seeing this, Moon God Nanna nodded in satisfaction.

　　”It seems that tampering with the subconscious in his dead brain ahead of time was a correct decision.” Inanna lamented, “Otherwise, with this body’s instincts in life, it would have been difficult to fully control his body even with the moonlight as a medium.”

　　”The use of the Divine Ruins and Laws looks fine as well, so we should be able to begin.” Fire God Bijl looked at Nanner beside him.

　　Moon God Nanna’s eyes narrowed and a flash of moonlight flashed between his palms.

　　The puppet Hero King below, as if under some sort of instruction, slowly raised his hands, and a wisp of fluctuations in the breath of law rippled out from his body.

　　The gorgeous king’s robe was windless, and the terrifying divine might stirred, the puppet hero king’s lips lightly opened, and his hoarse and low voice clearly fell into everyone’s ears:

　　”[Final …… Yan …… King …… Law]!”

　　The moment the words fell, an invisible divine ruin blossomed with him at the center, sweeping through the King’s Treasure Trove!