0p0 Chapter 1079 The Mad King is Shackled, Gods Infiltrate the Crowd
Chapter 1079 The Mad King is Shackled, Gods Infiltrate the Crowd
As the light and storm subsided, a figure leaped from a broken second-floor window.
He landed lightly on the ground; it was Sun Wukong, dressed in the Taoist robe of the Qingyun Sect.
He carried a faint, golden staff and idly picked at his ear.
Amidst the ruins, Gilgamesh struggled to his feet, the golden divine power emanating from him already dimmed.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his crimson eyes met Sun Wukong's the moment...
The madness receded like the tide, replaced by a sliver of clarity and a deeper sense of bewilderment.
He looked around and saw the building he had crashed through, and the mess in the cafeteria.
I saw Li Yifei coughing violently while clutching his neck, and I saw the undisguised fear on the faces of the caregivers.
"...Did I do it?" Gilgamesh's voice was hoarse, trembling without him even realizing it.
After recovering, Li Yifei stood up with the help of two caregivers.
Her face was ashen as she stared at him: "Patient A-002! You almost killed me! Do you know what you were doing just now?!"
Gilgamesh swayed slightly, but he did not refute, only slowly lowering his proud head.
"I...I was hallucinating," he murmured to himself.
"Someone poisoned my dinner, trying to murder me..."
"Bullshit! I personally supervised dinner, how could it be poisoned!" Li Yifei retorted angrily.
"I know."
Gilgamesh interrupted him, his voice weak but firm.
"I know there's no poison, it's my problem."
"I...lost control again."
The oldest king's expression at this moment was not one of anger.
It wasn't violence, but an indescribable sense of shame and self-reproach.
He looked at Lin Qiye, the "attending physician" who was nominally in charge of everything for him.
"Quack doctor!" he shouted.
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow, remained silent, and waited for him to continue.
Wu Hen stood beside him, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire room, as if he were on guard against something.
"Put shackles on me..."
Gilgamesh closed his eyes, as if using all his remaining strength.
"Lock me up before I completely turn into a destructive madman."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Even Sun Wukong glanced at him in surprise and lowered his hand that was carrying the staff.
Making the King of Heroes voluntarily request to be bound is worse than killing him.
Lin Qiye looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.
"it is good."
He raised his hand and gently clenched it in the air.
As if a piece of night had been instantly ripped away, coalescing into a pitch-black throne that silently rose behind Gilgamesh.
The throne was cast from an unknown metal, without any ornate decorations, only coldness and deathly stillness.
Immediately afterwards, a crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.
Several identical black chains extended from the throne.
Like a venomous snake with life, it coiled around Gilgamesh's limbs and neck.
These chains are made of special materials from the Gods' Mental Hospital, specifically designed to imprison the gods.
The moment the cold iron enveloped him, Gilgamesh's body trembled violently.
He did not resist, but simply allowed the chains to bind him firmly to the throne.
As the last chain tightened, his handsome yet pale face...
The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he were smiling, but also as if he were crying.
The Mad King put on the shackles, as if he had finally been relieved of a tremendous burden.
"Tsk, what a hassle." Sun Wukong pursed his lips and was about to turn around and go back to his room when he suddenly stopped.
He scratched his head in confusion, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Lin Qiye's head, as if there was something there.
“Hey, you quack,” he suddenly said.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye was checking Gilgamesh's condition.
"It seems like I, Old Sun, can see what's happening on your end."
Sun Wukong's tone became strange.
"A progress bar has appeared above your head without me even noticing."
"It's full now... Where are you? A bunch of guys in cloaks, acting all sneaky, having a meeting?"
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.
This is the hospital's shared field of view function. It seems that as Sun Wukong's "condition" has stabilized, new permissions have been granted to him.
“A…gathering of agents,” Lin Qiye said succinctly.
"agent?"
Sun Wukong chuckled, his fiery eyes seemingly piercing through the barriers of space, scanning every figure within the church.
"What a load of bull!"
His tone suddenly became serious.
"Be careful, something's not right here."
There were three guys, not agents.
Sun Wukong's voice deepened.
“They possess divine power, though they hide it well, it cannot escape my eyes. They are true gods.”
Meanwhile, Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.
The atmosphere inside the church remained tense.
After testing the waters, the owners of those seven or eight spiritual powers withdrew their auras, but an invisible hostility and suspicion permeated the air.
"Dean, what's wrong?" He Lin leaned closer and asked in a low voice.
The invisible confrontation he had just witnessed had left him terrified.
Lin Qiye's gaze swept over the cloaked figures in the church, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"It's nothing," he said in a low voice to Wu Hen and He Lin beside him.
"We just received news that several of our members have become traitors."
"Traitor?" He Lin was taken aback.
Wu Hen's eyes sharpened instantly: "What do you mean?"
"It means that three real gods have shed their disguises and infiltrated among us small fry."
Lin Qiye's voice carried a hint of amusement, "What the monkey saw couldn't be wrong."
He Lin's face turned deathly pale instantly.
The real God? Infiltrated among their group of agents? What's he trying to do? Play Werewolf?!
"Who...who is it?" His voice trembled, and he instinctively wanted to get away from the people around him.
"Don't move. Do you want to be a target?" Wu Hen coldly pressed down on his shoulder.
Lin Qiye's gaze wandered through the crowd, finally settling on three directions.
"Number 03, number 04, and... number 27." His voice was as soft as a whisper.
"Remember their location, but don't stare at them."
Wu Hen and He Lin's hearts sank. Following Lin Qiye's direction, they quickly glanced at him out of the corner of their eyes.
The three figures in cloaks stood there quietly, just like the others, showing no signs of anything unusual.
But the thought that there might be a real god under that cloak sent a chill down their spines.
The whispers that had been emanating from the surroundings had ceased at some point.
Almost everyone noticed the change in atmosphere, and scrutinizing, suspicious gazes moved back and forth between the different cloaks.
Murderous intent and suspicion, like invisible venomous snakes, swirl in everyone's heart.
In this deathly silence.
"clang--"
The ancient church bells rang out, melodious yet heavy, echoing throughout the hall.
The party is about to officially begin.
Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the church entrance.
With a creak, the heavy wooden door was pushed open, revealing a figure also draped in a cloak.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he slowly entered the hall.
His hood was pulled low, obscuring his face; the number on his chest was "01".
He was the organizer of this gathering.
However, the moment Lin Qiye saw the figure's steps clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.
Wu Hen almost immediately sensed that something was wrong with him, because he clearly heard,
The man beside her, who seemed to handle any situation with ease, made her heart stop beating for a moment.
The figure's steps were neither hurried nor slow, each step precisely measured.
It carries a rhythm that seems innate, overlooking all living beings.
A rhythm that Lin Qiye had only seen in one person.
How could it be...him?