Chapter 1202 The Throne And The Little Mazar

The mental hospital of the gods.

Lin Qiye walked through the quiet hospital corridor and came straight to the courtyard.

Since Gilgamesh's last runaway incident, the hospital has entered a state of silence, and all nurses will try to keep their voices down as much as possible in their daily actions, for fear of disturbing the mad king who is in a state of confusion on the throne in the hospital.

As if sensing Lin Qiye's approach, Gilgamesh, who was chained to the black throne, slowly opened his eyes.

Compared to yesterday, Gilgamesh's face was much haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was weakly staring at Lin Qiye in front of him.

"What's the matter?" he said hoarsely.

"There are gods coveting your treasure house." Lin Qiye said seriously.

Hearing this sentence, Gilgamesh's expression was not surprised, and he said with a sneer, "This king's treasury contains a large number of top-level artifacts, which are indeed enough to tempt any kingdom of God in the world. When this king was alive, there were countless The gods thought about it, but I never thought that after so long, there are still people thinking about it..."

"What I'm wondering is, in the real world, the King's Treasure House has disappeared for such a long time, why did the news come out at this time?" Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment,

"I suspect that your current situation is related to this matter."

"Perhaps." Gilgamesh paused for a moment, "So, you came to me because you wanted to know the exact location of the King's Treasure House? But... the king himself doesn't know where the King's Treasure House is.

Before this king died of old age, he had arranged his funeral in advance, including the handling of the king's treasure house... This treasure house was found with the painstaking efforts of this king all his life. Nothing could fall into the hands of the Sumerian gods.

When this king first became the king of Uruk, he found a strange king tortoise that could survive at the bottom of the deep sea without eating or drinking. A hundred years, longevity and heaven.

So before the king died, he ordered the most skilled craftsman in Uruk to move his family to the treasure house to maintain the artifacts on behalf of the king, and then hid the treasure house under the shell of the king tortoise. It is released.

Now that the sea has changed and the years have changed, where is this king tortoise... This king can't predict it. "

That tortoise was indeed Gilgamesh's.

Lin Qiye thought to himself.

"I've found the location of the treasure house." Lin Qiye said, "But that king tortoise... I can't deal with it."

"That king tortoise is quite powerful. Back then, I relied on the power of the treasury to subdue it. It's not surprising that you couldn't get close." Gilgamesh nodded,

"Others may not be able to do anything about this king tortoise, but you should be able to... You have this king's [Tyrant's Wrath] on you, as long as you emit some breath, it will not actively attack you."

Lin Qiye's eyes gradually brightened.

"I understand."

Gilgamesh thought for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to say something more, when his eyes suddenly froze!

The haggard and weak face twisted again in pain, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out one by one. Under his vigorous struggle, the iron chain on the throne trembled violently, making clanking noises.

Lin Qiye took a step back subconsciously, frowning tightly.

here we go again……

Gilgamesh's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, and he looked around hurriedly, as if he was wary of an enemy that was about to appear somewhere.

"It's you again...it's you again!! This king wants to kill you all!"

Gilgamesh's roar, mixed with the sound of iron chains, echoed in the hospital. The nurses who were busy washing and cooking were taken aback. They whispered to each other, and looked at the courtyard with some fear. He lowered his head and accelerated the progress of the work in his hands.

A figure in a tattered cassock jumped down from the second floor.

Sun Wukong glanced at Gilgamesh who was roaring madly on the throne, and turned to look at Lin Qiye:

"What happened?"

"I found his treasure house, and just after asking a few questions, I fell ill again." Lin Qiye said bitterly.

He looked at the treatment progress bar above Gilgamesh's head, and jumped up and down again.

"Any clues?"

"Well, I always feel that the birth of the treasure house this time should have something to do with his current situation."

Sun Wukong nodded, "You go, leave this place to me."

Just as Lin Qiye was about to turn around and leave, Gilgamesh, who was trapped on the throne and struggling frantically, suddenly said:

"No...no...these are all fake!"

"This king is in the hospital... the hospital... Lin Qiye!!"

Hearing the crazy Gilgamesh calling his name, Lin Qiye paused and turned his head quickly.

I saw a ray of clarity in Gilgamesh's cloudy eyes, and he shouted:

"The treasury...you can't take it...you have to get it first... [star coins]! Use it to..."

Gilgamesh uttered a few vague words with difficulty, and then the clarity in his eyes receded like a tide.

The turbulent purple awns vented from his body, hit the iron chains on his body one after another, and made a sound like a tide. Gilgamesh looked forward with a ferocious face, and the murderous intent swept out:

"My king's Uruk, I will never allow you monsters to get involved... Come and fight with me!"

Confused words came out of his mouth one after another. Lin Qiye lowered his head and carefully recited Gilgamesh's last words, as if he was thinking.

"[Star coin]... what is that?"

"Go quickly." Monkey King calmly walked towards the chaotic and crazy Gilgamesh.

Lin Qiye nodded, and disappeared into the hospital in a flash.

Standing in the courtyard, Monkey King looked at Gilgamesh with a complicated expression, and then glanced at the fearful nurses around him. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and touched his ear gently.

A golden cudgel quickly enlarged and was held in his hand.

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel in one hand, dragged it around the courtyard with its edge, and drew a large golden circle, enclosing the entire courtyard.

The moment the golden circle was formed, the scene in the courtyard gradually faded in the eyes of the nurses, and Gilgamesh's roar also disappeared, as if there was an invisible hand that completely concealed the existence of the courtyard.

"Wait for me!"

Holding the harp in one hand and the little maza in the other, Blaki stepped directly past the golden circle drawn by Monkey King and entered the courtyard.

Sun Wukong glanced at him, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't you want to guard Gilgamesh here? I'll accompany you!" Braki waved the harp in his hand and said with a smile, "How boring are two big men sitting face to face, I can sing to you A poem~”

Sun Wukong squinted at him, his eyes softened a little.

He turned his head, pulled out a monkey hair, transformed into a majestic rock throne, and sat down slowly, facing the black throne where Gilgamesh was.

Sun Wukong was wearing a broken cassock, sitting cross-legged on the rock throne, propping his head with one hand, and said lightly:

"Let me tell you first, I didn't reserve a place for you."

"It's okay, anyway, your throne is too high, I don't feel comfortable sitting on it." Braki smiled and opened the pony seat, and sat down, "I just sit on my pony pouch, it's fine."

In front of the two thrones facing each other, Braki, who was sitting on a small horse, looked small and thin.

Sun Wukong glanced at Braki with complicated eyes, and looked away.

In the golden circle isolated from the world, there are two thrones and a small horse, standing on top of each other, and there is some inexplicable coordination.