# 1232
Chapter 1233: The Final Battle
A pair of eyes without focus stared vacantly at the emptiness before him.
Witnessing Gilgamesh's "resurrection" with his own eyes, Lin Qiye's heart sank to the bottom.
During his time in Utopia, the archives had recorded that Gilgamesh's corpse was suspected to have been stolen by the Sumerian Gods. At the time, Lin Qiye thought they had stolen the body merely to vent their rage or covet his laws. But he never imagined the Sumerian Gods would use the Holy Grail to "resurrect" Gilgamesh, thereby controlling the King's Treasury!
The King's Treasury was a manifestation of Gilgamesh's laws, and only the King's laws could activate it. Therefore, they had to revive Gilgamesh.
Of course, what the Sumerian Gods needed was only his body and laws.
Resurrecting his soul—perhaps the Holy Grail could indeed accomplish that, but the sacrificial offerings required would be astronomical. Moreover, resurrecting Gilgamesh's soul would bring the Sumerian Gods no benefit whatsoever.
As the moon god Nanna pointed into the air, wisps of hidden moonlight surged from within "Gilgamesh's" brain, transforming into countless threads that flowed through every corner of his body.
"Gilgamesh's" dull eyes suddenly sharpened, followed by an expression of agony!
...
Asylum of the Gods.
"AAAAAAAAH——!!"
A desolate howl echoed within the golden circle of the courtyard. Layer upon layer of invisible waves of air, centered on the black throne, surged outward, tearing up the grass repeatedly!
Gilgamesh's bloodshot eyes bulged in fury, his expression contorted in agony. He frantically slammed his head against the back of the throne behind him, producing heart-wrenching, dull thuds. Dense cracks spread across the hard throne, and thick blood nearly dyed the seat crimson.
"He's gone mad… Gilgamesh has gone mad!" Bragi stared at this shocking scene, momentarily at a loss. "Why is he reacting so intensely? Didn't he just calm down a moment ago?"
Sun Wukong's brow furrowed tightly as his gaze fell upon the golden circle nearby.
Under the force of Gilgamesh's frenzied aura assault, the golden circle that separated the hospital from the courtyard began to blur progressively. If it shattered completely, the berserk Gilgamesh's released energy would inevitably harm the many nurses within the hospital.
But he couldn't understand—how could Gilgamesh have gone berserk to such an extent?
"Could something have happened in the outside world?" Sun Wukong murmured to himself.
After hesitating, he turned to gaze at the emptiness to one side. His eyes closed briefly, then opened with force, and he saw the same scene Lin Qiye was witnessing.
Beyond the desolate, ruined city, three deities stood majestically amidst the clouds. Below them, a familiar figure moved like a puppet on strings,僵硬 as an elderly man's fingertip gently hooked, his body moving stiffly.
Sun Wukong froze. He glanced back at Gilgamesh, who was struggling wildly on the throne, his brow knit almost together.
"So that's how it is…"
He murmured to himself.
Three Chief Gods, one hero king being used as a puppet, and a King's Treasury about to change hands… The situation was far worse than he had imagined.
"What do you mean? Monkey, what did you see?" Bragi asked anxiously.
Sun Wukong didn't speak. After a moment of silence, a cold light flickered in his eyes.
"Bragi, get out." Sun Wukong said in a low voice.
"Get out? But—"
"Just listen to me. Get out." Sun Wukong took a step forward. The breeze stirred his tattered cassock as he walked straight toward the tottering black throne, calmly saying,
"If you don't leave now, I can't guarantee you won't get hurt."
Bragi stared blankly, scratched his head, then honestly nodded and said, "Alright, I'll head out first. Remember to call me when things settle down!"
As Bragi's figure vanished within the golden circle, Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and approached the black throne covered in cracks.
"Kill you! I will kill you!!"
"The invaders of Uruk shall die!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill…"
The black chains had already broken for the most part under Gilgamesh's struggles. He rose from the shattered throne, half his body standing, like a raving madman.
That face, filled with madness and killing intent, was almost pressed against Sun Wukong's cheek.
Sun Wukong gazed at Gilgamesh with complex emotions. He reached into his ear and pulled out a gilded red cudgel, heavy as a mountain, which appeared in his grasp.
He glanced up at the emptiness above.
"Sun Wukong treatment progress: 97%"
He took a deep breath and tore away the last chains binding Gilgamesh!
With several crisp cracking sounds, the berserk Gilgamesh was completely freed from the throne's restraints. Surging divine might poured unreservedly from within him. A pair of turbid, frenzied, blood-red eyes locked死死 onto Sun Wukong before him.
"Kill you… I will kill you…" The twisted killing intent on Gilgamesh's face was almost solidifying into实质.
"Come then…"
Sun Wukong gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang and slammed it heavily onto the courtyard floor. Brilliant golden Buddhist light and violent demonic energy, like two surging tides, erupted unreservedly from within him!
The half-shattered cassock fluttered violently in the狂风. Sun Wukong's eyes blazed like gold, his soaring battle intent surging straight into the clouds.
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and spoke word by word:
"This will be… the final battle between you and me, within these hospital walls!"
...
Above Wu City.
Under the moon's control, "Gilgamesh's" originally stiff and wooden movements gradually became fluid and natural.
He raised one hand toward his side, and the Royal Scepter automatically left the hand of Ishtar, goddess of love and war, and returned to his palm.
With the scepter in hand and royal robes swaying, the cracked crown散发淡淡光泽—if one ignored those dull, pained eyes, he seemed truly like a living hero king.
The moon god Nanna gazed upon this and nodded with satisfaction.
"It seems that pre-emptively altering his subconscious in the brain at the moment of his death was the right decision." Ishtar remarked. "Otherwise, relying on this body's生前 instincts, even with moonlight as a medium, it would be difficult to fully control his body."
"The use of God's Ruins and laws appears没有问题 as well. We should be able to begin." The fire god Pabilgil turned to Nanna beside him.
The moon god Nanna's eyes narrowed, and a flicker of moonlight passed through his palm.
Below, the puppet hero king, as if receiving some command, slowly raised both hands. A ripple of law energy荡漾 from within his body.
The ornate royal robes moved without wind. Terrifying divine might surged. The puppet hero king's lips parted slightly, and a hoarse, low voice clearly entered the ears of everyone present:
"【…Doom…King…Law】!"
The moment the words fell, an invisible God's Ruins bloomed from him as the center, sweeping across the King's Treasury!