# 1243
Chapter 1244: The End of Two Gods
"Why didn't you strike just now?"
On the other side of the mist, several divine shadows streaked across the sky. War God Tyr asked perplexedly,
"His King's Treasury is already damaged. Even in a one-on-one fight, he may not be my match. And we have so many people here…"
"There's no need for that." Thor shook his head. "As you said, the King's Treasury is already damaged, and even if we seized the treasury, we don't have the corresponding laws to activate it. So why should we make an enemy of Gilgamesh?
The situation in Asgard is already chaotic enough. Odin has vanished, the gods are in internal turmoil, and Loki is trying to seize the throne and become the new King of Gods… Making another enemy of the Hero King would only bring us harm."
War God Tyr stared at him silently for a moment, then let out a long sigh:
"Thor, you're too carefree.
Loki has used every dirty trick in the book to compete with you for the position of King of Gods. There are quite a few gods in Asgard who secretly support him.
If we could seize the King's Treasury and obtain the many divine artifacts inside, our chances of victory would increase significantly… Do you really want to watch someone like Loki become the King of Gods of Asgard?"
Thor remained silent, but his hands clenched tighter and tighter.
"However, this trip wasn't entirely without gain." The Blind God Hodr suddenly spoke.
He grabbed Agent 22 by the collar with one hand, pulling him forward, and fished out the golden scepter and long sword from his embrace, saying calmly:
"If my perception is correct, this should be the King's [Scepter] that Gilgamesh once wielded. It can steal divine power from a certain range and use it for oneself—a genuine 'Supreme' divine artifact.
As for that King's [Treasure Sword], while it may not be very useful to us gods, it might prove effective at critical moments."
"A 'Supreme' divine artifact…" Thor's eyes gleamed slightly.
"What should we do with this agent?" Forest God Ve looked at Agent 22.
"Kill him. He knows too much." War God Tyr said bluntly.
Agent 22 shuddered and quickly spoke:
"Wait! You can't kill me!
Besides the Hero King Gilgamesh, this divine artifact can only be activated by someone with a special bloodline. Right now, aside from me, everyone in the world who possesses this bloodline is already dead!
Don't you need this divine artifact? I can help you!"
Hodr placed the [Scepter] in his palm, carefully sensing it, then nodded slightly: "He's telling the truth. This artifact requires a bloodline 'key.'"
"Then bring him back to Asgard." Thor said calmly.
Then, as if remembering something, he turned to look at Agent 22:
"By the way, did you see my agent in the King's Treasury? His name is Claude."
Agent 22's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.
No one knew better than him what had happened to Claude—he had personally pierced the man's heart and sacrificed Claude to the [Holy Grail].
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to make a wish to erase the mark and escape with his life.
"I saw him, but this god left a mark on him, and he eventually died from it inside the treasury." Agent 22 pointed at Agent 03 nearby.
Agent 03, suddenly named, changed color.
He was already being held captive, and now he was being forced to drive the enemy's agent to work for him and had even caused his death… Agent 03 never imagined things would develop to this point.
"I almost forgot there were two of them." The Blind God Hodr said faintly. "What should we do with them?"
Thor had a grim expression, his eyes crackling with electricity as he stared at Agent 03,
"Kill them. Kill them all."
War God Tyr's lips curved upward slightly. "No problem."
Agent 03 and Agent 04 felt as if they had fallen into an ice pit!
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A Somersault Cloud swept across the sea.
Sun Wukong sat cross-legged at the edge of the cloud, his eyes fixed on the hazy mist around him, his gaze complex beyond measure.
After a hundred years, he had once again seen this mist—the mist that had once buried his brothers and the entire Heavenly Court.
His thoughts seemed to drift back to that divine monument that had protected the nation, to the despair, grief, and fury of that time. It was like a scar carved into the passage of time—even if a hundred years had passed, even though he was no longer the Victorious Fighting Buddha of old, it had never faded.
"Great Xia…" Sun Wukong murmured, his fists clenching tightly.
"Big brother Monkey, do you miss Great Xia?" Lin Qiye walked over and sat beside him.
"After tearing apart that kasaya, some things seem even more intense now." Sun Wukong placed his right hand over his heart and said slowly.
Lin Qiye glanced at the position of his heart and nodded.
He had hypothesized before that although the kasaya had granted Sun Wukong powerful Buddhist strength, it had also sealed away his worldly emotions. Now that the kasaya was shattered, the emotions Sun Wukong had buried deep in his heart for a hundred years would naturally surge forth in an even more intense manner.
Lin Qiye couldn't imagine what kind of emotions that would be.
Sun Wukong seemed to think of something,
"After I leave the facility, don't you still have one chance to extract my abilities?"
"That's right."
"Then extract it now." Sun Wukong paused. "Let me tell you in advance, I don't have Old Man Merlin's本事. I can't cheat for you. What abilities you get depends entirely on yourself."
Lin Qiye couldn't help but laugh. "I know. I'll do this one myself."
Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the Asylum of the Gods.
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Under the facility's self-repair function, the hospital that had been devastated by the battle between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh had recovered about seventy to eighty percent.
The shattered courtyard had been mostly leveled, the collapsed staff dormitories had been rebuilt, and the nurses who had evacuated to the iron gate were unharmed. They were nervously patting their chests while tidying up the scattered debris inside the hospital.
Gilgamesh, who had put his torn gray robe back on, was sitting in the barren courtyard, staring blankly into space.
"Gilgamesh."
Lin Qiye walked into the courtyard and called out softly, "Gilgamesh?"
Gilgamesh snapped back to reality and gave him an exasperated look. "This King hasn't forgotten the past, he's not senile…"
Lin Qiye scratched his head sheepishly and asked curiously, "So now, how much have you forgotten?"
"…This King isn't sure either." Gilgamesh sighed deeply. "I've forgotten all the memories of the past. If it weren't for still having the memories after arriving here, I might not even remember my own name… Fortunately, I still haven't forgotten Uruk."
"When I get back, I'll copy some historical records about you. While they'll be vague and one-sided, it's better than remembering nothing." Lin Qiye said.
Gilgamesh didn't refuse, but instead asked directly,
"Did you come to extract Sun Wukong's abilities?"
"Yes."
"Don't you still have one chance to extract This King's abilities? Extract them all at once."
Lin Qiye nodded and stood still in the courtyard. In the void before him, two ability wheels floated into view.