# 801
Chapter 802: Gilgamesh
The purple light slowly faded from the sky, and the terrifying wave of destruction quieted.
Sun Wukong sat on the railing, holding a wine jug, his gaze casually sweeping over the dusty yet unblemished hospital room. He then turned his head and continued staring blankly into the distance.
The dust settled.
Lin Qiye, draped in a white coat, stood at the doorway. Not a single scratch marked his body. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked at Gilgamesh before him, an expression of helpless resignation on his face.
One wrong word and straight to fighting?
Another stubborn hard case...
Seeing that Lin Qiye had withstood such an attack and remained completely unharmed, Gilgamesh's brow slightly furrowed. He studied Lin Qiye for a moment, as if sensing something.
"So the laws of this place are protecting you? How... fortunate."
Gilgamesh slowly rose from his folding chair. His gaze swept over Lin Qiye with cold indifference as he walked toward the hospital room door. He gave his gray robe a light brush, as if it were not merely an ordinary gray robe, but a royal robe symbolizing supreme royal authority.
He walked straight to the doorway and came to a halt.
"Move aside." Gilgamesh spoke calmly.
Lin Qiye stood at the doorway, showing no intention of stepping aside. "You can't leave yet."
"You opened the door for this king, yet now you won't let this king leave?" Gilgamesh's deep purple eyes narrowed. "Are you... toying with this king?"
"It's too dangerous for you to leave."
"You are protected by the laws of this place. This king cannot harm you. What are you afraid of?"
"You're mistaken." Lin Qiye sighed. "What I meant is not that I would be in danger... but that you would be in danger."
Gilgamesh stared into Lin Qiye's eyes, a sneer forming on his face. "This king would be in danger? You commoner. Do you have any idea who this king is?"
"A mental patient."
"..." Gilgamesh's voice turned cold. "If it weren't for the laws of this place, this king would have executed you by extreme torture ten thousand times already..."
The moment those words fell, Lin Qiye felt his vision blur. Gilgamesh's body had vanished from before his eyes. When Lin Qiye turned around, he saw that Gilgamesh was already standing in the corridor outside the hospital room.
The ancient king draped in gray robes walked to the railing on the second floor. The dusky sunset cast golden edges upon his gray robe. In that instant, he seemed to have truly returned to another point in time, wearing the supreme royal robes, gazing down at his city-state.
Under the sunset, those deep purple eyes grew somewhat vacant, an endless expanse of desolation and confusion surging forth...
CRASH!
A deafening sound shattered his reminiscence.
Gilgamesh's brow creased, a scowl of irritation spreading across his face. He turned to look, only to see a monkey draped in a cassock standing at the doorway of the adjacent hospital room. The monkey casually tossed the empty wine jug onto the ground and stepped down from the railing as if taking a casual stroll.
Sun Wukong seemed to sense Gilgamesh's gaze. He slightly tilted his head, casting a casual glance at him, then continued toward his own hospital room as if no one else existed.
"Halt." Gilgamesh raised his head high with aristocratic pride. "Why do you not kneel when you see this king?"
The half-step Sun Wukong had taken into the hospital room suddenly froze.
He slowly withdrew the foot he had been about to step inside with, turned his head, and squinted his eyes at Gilgamesh draped in gray robes.
"You... want whom to kneel?" Sun Wukong's chilling voice echoed through the air.
Lin Qiye, standing to the side, sighed.
As expected...
"You." Gilgamesh repeated.
Sun Wukong regarded him silently, his expression unchanged. But the cassock draped over his body had begun to flutter uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye contemplated thoughtfully.
Combining this with the previous experience in Room Four, Lin Qiye deduced that the cassock on Sun Wukong's body must be the tool the Buddha and other deities had used to suppress his true self. This cassock sealed away his demonic nature while also suppressing his emotional fluctuations. And whenever that cassock reacted, it meant Sun Wukong's emotions had begun to surge...
He was angry.
"What kind of creature are you? You're not fit to make me kneel." Sun Wukong's killing intent was bone-deep. "Apart from Master, I kneel to no one..."
"This king is 'what kind of creature'?" Gilgamesh replied calmly. "How laughable. When did performing monkeys become fit to share a floor with this king?"
BOOM—!!
In the corridor of the second floor of the hospital, Sun Wukong draped in the golden cassock vanished from where he stood in an instant. A deafening sonic boom rang through the hospital immediately.
At the same time, a savage and powerful divine force swept outward like a tide. A fist wrapped in golden light shattered the void and roared toward Gilgamesh's chest!
Gilgamesh's pupils constricted!
BOOM—!!
A purple radiance exploded from before Gilgamesh, but it still failed to stop that unstoppable fist. Sun Wukong's punch struck directly into Gilgamesh's chest, sending him rocketing out of the hospital's second floor like a cannonball, crashing into the courtyard below.
The brief yet ferocious collision of divine forces startled all the orderlies in the hospital. Li Yifei shouted instructions to the other nurses to evacuate, quickly clearing the courtyard.
Merlin and Bragi walked out from the study, standing at the edge of the courtyard, watching the figure embedded in the earth.
"Sharp blade meets sharp blade. This time... the hospital won't have a peaceful day." Merlin sighed helplessly. He extended his hand and laid several layers of magical barrier around the courtyard to prevent the impending battle from harming the innocent nurses.
Bragi scratched his head, thought for a moment, then simply pulled out his harp from his room and sat down beside the courtyard.
"What are you doing?" Merlin asked, puzzled.
"Since we're idle anyway, I'll provide some battle background music for them." Bragi wore an expression of someone who couldn't resist a good show. His fingertips brushed across the strings, and spirited, fast-paced music began to echo through the hospital sky.
The courtyard.
Billowing dust rolled across the earth. In the deep crater on the grass, a figure slowly rose...
Those enraged purple eyes opened. The unrivaled royal aura erupted outward from him as the epicenter. The gray robes on his body fluttered violently in his气场. Even with Merlin's magical barriers blocking them, the emanating royal aura still nearly forced the other nurses to their knees.
Across from him, an ancient ape draped in a cassock descended lightly from the second floor. A pair of blazing golden eyes burned like twin suns. The savage divine force ravaged through the air, standing in fierce opposition to the royal aura.
Lin Qiye stood on the corridor of the second floor, looking down at the terrifying two forces fluctuating in the courtyard. After brief consideration, he chose not to intervene.
On one hand, he wanted to use Sun Wukong's ferocious battle prowess to temper Gilgamesh's aggressive edge.
On the other hand, he was genuinely curious...
Which was stronger—the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, or the Tyrant of Ancient Babylon, Gilgamesh?