I studied beheading in a mental institution

"Why didn't you just shoot?"

On the other side of the mist, a few divine figures streaked across the sky, God of War Tyre asked in puzzlement,

"His king's treasury has been damaged. Even if he is one-on-one, he may not be my opponent. What's more, we still have so many people..."

"It's not necessary." Sol shook his head, "You also said that the king's treasury has been damaged, and even if we snatched the treasury, there is no corresponding law to activate it. Evil?

Now the situation in Asgard is chaotic enough, Odin is missing, the gods are in civil strife, and Loki is trying to usurp the throne again, becoming a new generation of god king... It will only be bad for us to recruit another hero king as an enemy. "

God of War Tyr stared at him silently for a moment, then heaved a long sigh:

"Sol, you're so easygoing.

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

If we can snatch the king's treasury and get the many artifacts inside, the chances of winning will be higher... 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 fruitless." Blind God Hodel said suddenly.

He grabbed the skirt of No. 22 with one hand, pulled it in front of him, took out the golden scepter and long sword from his arms, and said calmly:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Gilgamesh's King's [Scepter], which can plunder a certain range of divine power for his own use. It is a genuine 'supreme' artifact.

There is also the [treasure sword] of the king. Although it is not very useful to our gods, it may also have miraculous effects at critical times. "

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

"Then what about this agent?" Vader, the forest god, glanced at No. 22.

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

The tiger on the 22nd was startled, and quickly said:

"Wait! You can't kill me!

Except for the hero king Gilgamesh, this artifact can only be activated by a special bloodline. Now all the people in the world with this bloodline, except me, are dead!

Don't you need this artifact?I can help you! "

Hodel put the [scepter] in the palm of his hand, felt it carefully for a moment, and nodded slightly: "What he said is true, this artifact needs a 'key' of blood."

"Then take him back to Asgard together." Thor said calmly.

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

"By the way, have you seen my agent in the king's treasury? His name is Claude."

No. 22's eyes froze undetectably.

Claude's whereabouts, no one knows better than him, after all, he pierced the opponent's heart with his own hands, and offered Claude as a sacrifice to the [Holy Grail].

Otherwise, he would not be able to make a wish to erase the mark and escape from death.

"I saw it, but he was imprinted by this god, and finally died of an attack in the treasure house." No. 22 pointed to No. 03 beside him.

The complexion of No. 03 who was suddenly called upon changed.

He was already captured by someone, but now he drove the other party's agent to work for him, and even killed him... No. 03 never expected that things would develop to this point.

"Almost forgot that there are two more." Blind God Hodel said quietly, "How do they deal with it?"

Sol's face was extremely gloomy, with electric arcs in his eyes, staring at No. 03,

"Kill it, kill them all."

The corners of God of War Tyre's mouth rose slightly, "No problem."

No. 03 and No. 04 fell into an ice cave!

……

A somersault cloud across the sea.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged beside the clouds, his eyes staring at the hazy mist around him, his eyes were extremely complicated.

After a hundred years, he saw this mist again, this mist that buried his brother and buried the entire heaven.

His thoughts seemed to return to the monument of the town, the despair, sadness, and anger at that time were like marks left by time. Even if a hundred years have passed, even if he is no longer the one who fights against the Buddha, he has never subside.

"Big Xia..." Monkey King muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly.

"Brother Monkey, are you missing Da Xia?" Lin Qiye walked to him and sat down.

"After tearing up that cassock, something seemed stronger." Sun Wukong put 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 that the cassock is broken, Sun Wukong's emotions that have been hidden deep in his heart for a hundred years will naturally become more intense. way gushes out.

Lin Qiye couldn't imagine what kind of emotion that was.

Sun Wukong seems to have thought of something,

"After I leave the hospital, do you have another chance to extract my ability?"

"Yes."

"Just draw it now." Sun Wukong paused, "I told you in advance that I don't have the skills of old man Merlin, so I can't cheat you. What kind of ability you can get depends purely on yourself."

Lin Qiye couldn't laugh or cry, "I know, this time I will do it myself."

Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods.

……

With the self-healing function of the hospital, the hospital that experienced the devastation of the battle between Monkey King and Gilgamesh has recovered seven or eighty-eight.

The broken yard has been basically leveled off, and several collapsed staff dormitories have been rebuilt. The nurses who evacuated to the iron gate were not injured.

Gilgamesh, who was wearing back the shabby gray robe, was sitting in the bare courtyard, dazed.

"Gilgamesh."

Lin Qiye walked into the courtyard and said softly, "Gilgamesh?"

Gilgamesh came back to his senses, and looked at him helplessly, "This king just forgot the past, it's not that he's insane..."

Lin Qiye scratched his head in embarrassment, and asked curiously, "Then how much have you forgotten now?"

"...My lord, I don't know." Gilgamesh sighed, "This lord can't recall the memories of the past, and if it wasn't for the memories after coming here, this lord might not even remember his own. The name... Fortunately, this king has not forgotten Uruk."

"After I go back, I will copy a few historical materials about you. Although it is very vague and one-sided, it is better than not remembering at all." Lin Qiye said.

Gilgamesh did not refuse, but asked directly,

"Are you here to extract Monkey King's ability?"

"Ah."

"Now, you should still be able to draw this king's ability once? Let's draw together."

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