kingnovel Chapter 1120 The Mad King's Roar: The Final Battle Ignites the Endgame
Chapter 1120 The Mad King's Roar: The Final Battle Ignites the Endgame
Almost at the same instant, in a distant space-time, in the Gods' Mental Hospital, in the isolated courtyard that imprisoned the oldest hero king, a strange change occurred.
Bragi, the Norse god of poetry, was plucking the strings of his golden harp, the gentle music enveloping the man on the throne like flowing water, trying to soothe his restless spirit.
This is the treatment plan devised by Dean Lin Qiye, using divine music to quell the tyranny inherent in Gilgamesh's bones.
However, today, the music has stopped working.
"Roar--!"
A sound that was not human, but like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, exploded from the depths of Gilgamesh's throat without warning.
He sprang up from his throne, his eyes, which had been half-closed to the music, now filled with spiderweb-like bloodshot veins, a mixture of pain and madness.
The bright moonlight had somehow penetrated the hospital's barrier, transforming into countless tiny threads of light.
It was forcibly invading his body, as if trying to tear his soul out of this shell!
"Your Majesty! Calm down! Calm down!" Bragi exclaimed in alarm, his music becoming rapid as he tried to regain control.
His response was an even more ferocious roar.
Gilgamesh covered his head with his hands, as if enduring unspeakable torture.
His magnificent golden armor appeared on his body on its own, but cracked inch by inch under the erosion of the moonlight.
Like a runaway bull, he pounded his head wildly against the indestructible black and gold throne.
Each impact produced a deafening roar, causing the entire courtyard and even half of the hospital to tremble violently.
The overwhelming, mad aura was so intense it almost solidified the air, making even the god Bragi feel suffocated.
"problem occurs."
A detached voice rang out, and Sun Wukong's figure quietly appeared at the courtyard gate.
He was dressed in the uniform of a hospital guard, but his sharp eyes had already seen through the deception.
They saw the external power of the moon goddess attached to Gilgamesh.
"Great Sage! Quick... quick, think of something! He's about to lose control!" Bragi was sweating profusely with anxiety.
Sun Wukong's gaze fell on Gilgamesh's face, contorted in pain—a face that should have belonged to the King of Heroes.
At this moment, however, there is a sense of stiffness and puppetry, as if being manipulated.
He instantly understood that someone outside was using Gilgamesh's corpse to cause trouble, and this force...
Through some mysterious connection, it synchronized with the true soul in the hospital.
“It’s no use.” Sun Wukong’s voice was as cold as ice. “This isn’t treatment, it’s prolonging his life. And now, someone doesn’t want him to live anymore.”
With one step, an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire area.
He waved to the trembling Bragi: "Get out, this is not a place for you."
Bragi felt like he had been granted a pardon and scrambled away from the insane courtyard, clutching his harp.
Sun Wukong walked to the wall, where a table filled with treatment plans and observation progress was posted.
Without even looking at it, he ripped it off, crumpled it into a ball in his hand, and then tore it to shreds.
The so-called progress of treatment is nothing but a joke in the face of absolute power and conspiracy.
He walked step by step toward Gilgamesh, who was still frantically pounding the throne.
The latter was also bound by several chains woven from Buddhist and demonic power, which were the last shackles restricting his power.
Sun Wukong knew that this farce, ignited by the outside world, had to be ended by him personally within the hospital.
Rather than letting this hero become someone else's weapon in endless manipulation and suffering, it's better to give him the ending a warrior deserves.
He reached out and, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the remaining chains and yanked them with his muscular arms!
"Zheng——!"
The chain snapped instantly!
With the final restraints removed, Gilgamesh's movements came to an abrupt halt.
He slowly raised his head, and endless madness and power surged forth from his body without reservation.
At the same time, Sun Wukong pulled an embroidery needle from his ear and flicked it in the wind.
boom--!
A colossal pillar, bound by golden hoops at both ends and made of black iron in the middle, crashed onto the ground of the courtyard!
The moment the golden cudgel hit the ground, a terrifying aura, neither Buddha nor demon, surged into the sky.
Golden Buddhist light and overwhelming demonic energy intertwined and swirled behind him, his fighting spirit burning like a raging fire, instantly turning the entire courtyard sky a crimson red.
At that very moment, on the distant ruins of Wucheng, the puppet corpse shrouded in moonlight and blood-red light...
Arms were raised high, and a cold, majestic, ancient syllable, seemingly otherworldly, resounded throughout the desert:
[The Poem of Creation (Enuma Elish)!]
The fluctuations of the laws swept through the royal treasury of the present world.
In the courtyard of the mental hospital, Gilgamesh, who had just gained his freedom and should have been enraged, suddenly stopped all his movements.
He slowly, very slowly raised his head, his eyes, filled with pain and bloodshot, staring straight at Sun Wukong, who was holding the golden cudgel.
The beastly roar disappeared.
Instead, a bizarre smile spread across his lips.
There was no madness in that smile, only a chilling coldness and... an all-knowing, playful glint.
It was as if two completely different consciousnesses were awakening simultaneously within this body at this moment, or rather, merging into one.
A major battle is about to break out, but the identity of the enemy remains a mystery.