Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1125 That punch awakened the sleeping king

Before the blow was fully delivered, countless Noble Phantasms rained down from the sky.

"Jingle, clang, clang."

A series of loud noises.

Those divine weapons and sharp blades, powerful enough to flatten mountains, only managed to send up a few sparks and make a sound when they struck Sun Wukong's golden chainmail armor.

Sun Wukong didn't even lift his eyelids, but reached out and scratched the fur behind his neck, as if annoyed by mosquito bites.

"Is that all the skill you have? You can't even give someone a proper pedicure."

Before he could finish speaking, he swayed and created a shockwave.

When it reappeared, the head with the hairy face and thunderous mouth was already close to the "Gilgamesh" in mid-air.

The two were face to face, no more than a hand's width apart.

The puppet controlled by Nanna seemed stunned, its rigid, mechanical eyes not yet able to react.

"Borrow a fire."

Sun Wukong grinned, a smile full of savagery.

This punch had no fancy magical effects; it was pure muscle power, and you could even hear the explosive sound of the air being compressed instantly.

"boom--!"

A crisp sound, like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a hammer.

There was no scene of blood and gore.

The noble head of that "Hero King" was struck and snapped back ninety degrees, and the skin on his originally indifferent face began to crack.

Instead of bleeding, a blinding golden light shone forth.

The golden light burst out of the cracks like crazy, as if it wanted to burst the body apart.

The terrifying divine power that had previously enveloped the entire area instantly fell silent after this punch, like a chicken whose neck had been snapped.

In the distance, Nanna, who was hiding in the shadows, suddenly shuddered.

"Boom...it crashed?"

He stared at his trembling right hand, where the invisible thread used to control the puppet in his palm had snapped.

The break was clean, as if it had been torn off by some brute force.

Nanna's composure shattered instantly, replaced by a bewildered look that didn't even have time to transform into fear.

How can this be?

That was the corpse of the King of Heroes, the strongest puppet empowered by the Moon Goddess. How could it be destroyed by someone with a single punch, treating it like trash?

"Damn it... Get moving! Get moving!"

Nanna frantically channeled her divine power, attempting to reconnect the body.

But the Gilgamesh suspended in mid-air was like a computer that had crashed, with only the shocking golden crack on his neck continuing to spread, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

A chill called "out of control" shot up Nanna's spine straight to the top of his head.

It’s over.

This time I got into trouble.

at the same time.

Lin Qiye's mind went blank for a moment, as if someone had hit him on the head with a blunt object.

"what happened?"

Before he could react, that familiar feeling of dizziness washed over him.

When I opened my eyes again, it was no longer a battlefield filled with yellow sand, but a long, dark corridor paved with black and white checkered tiles.

Asylum of the Gods.

"I'm in too?"

A surprised voice came from the side.

Wu Hen stood beside Lin Qiye, frowning as he surveyed his surroundings, his eyes wary like a fox that had smelled gunpowder.

"This place... the atmosphere is a bit off. Is this your so-called 'headquarters'? It feels like we've entered the ICU."

Lin Qiye ignored his complaints and kept his eyes fixed on the door at the end of the corridor.

That was Gilgamesh's hospital room.

The door, which had been tightly closed, was now wide open.

The specially made metal bed used to restrain the patient had been overturned and the bed leg had even smashed a dent into the wall.

Amidst the chaos, a person stood with their back to them.

【Ding--】

[Key plot point detected!]

[The patient, Gilgamesh, suffered severe emotional trauma from external forces, causing his mental defenses to crumble!]

[Treatment progress has increased dramatically!]

[37%……45%……52%……]

The bright red numbers danced wildly on Lin Qiye's retina, finally settling on [59%].

"Is this okay?"

Lin Qiye's lips twitched. "That punch from that monkey, was it physical therapy?"

"Who is this person?" Wu Hen narrowed his eyes, his hand instinctively reaching for his waist, even though there was no knife there.

"This figure doesn't look like a madman."

The figure moved.

He turned around slowly.

The once magnificent but now tattered robe was covered in dust.

But he raised his hand slowly, as if attending a coronation ceremony, and flicked off non-existent dust from his collar.

Then, he raised his head.

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

Those eyes.

The chaotic, manic, and destructive look in his eyes had completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a bottomless crimson.

Calm, indifferent, with a sense of entitlement that comes from long-held superiority.

It's like an emperor who has been asleep for thousands of years being woken up, suppressing a bellyful of morning grumpiness.

"call……"

Gilgamesh exhaled a long breath, as if to expel all the pent-up frustration accumulated over the long years.

He strode towards Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

Each step he took on the black and white checkered tiles produced a dull thud, sounding less like walking and more like he was surveying his territory.

Wu Hen subconsciously took half a step to the side.

He whispered to Lin Qiye, "Hey, is this guy awake? There's something off about his aura; he's even more intimidating than that monkey from before."

Lin Qiye didn't move, but just watched the other person get closer and closer with a tense body.

Gilgamesh stopped two meters in front of him.

He was half a head taller than Lin Qiye and was looking down at the young dean.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

There was no gratitude, no reminiscing.

Gilgamesh merely frowned slightly, seemingly feeling a hint of disgust towards the environment, but this was quickly masked by the cold glint in his eyes.

"I want to go out."

Four words.

His voice wasn't loud, and it was a little hoarse, but his tone was as hard as iron; he wasn't discussing it at all, but giving an order.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, just about to bring up the "treatment guidelines" or "observation period" rhetoric.

"Don't try to fob me off with your nonsense."

Gilgamesh seemed to see through Lin Qiye's thoughts and interrupted him directly.

"I can feel that the bastard outside has made a mess of my body."

"Although that monkey was rude, that punch... truly woke me up."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his neck, where he seemed to still feel phantom pain.

"Now that we're awake, there are some scores we need to settle."

Lin Qiye was silent for two seconds, looking into those scarlet snake eyes: "Do you know what the situation is like outside right now?"

“Your people, and the survivors of Uruk, are all watching ‘you’.”

"Get out now..."

"so what?"

Gilgamesh's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Do you think I'm in such a hurry to go out to wipe the tears of those ants?"

He took a step forward, and that terrifying kingly pressure instantly filled the entire corridor.

"Open the door."

Gilgamesh's voice grew increasingly deep, each word seeming to strike Lin Qiye's nerves.

"Don't make me say it a third time."