I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

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Lin Qiye calmed down and looked up at the floating panel behind the man.

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Ward five.

Patient: Gilgamesh

Task: Help Gilgamesh treat mental illness. When the treatment progress reaches the specified value (1%, 50%, 100%), some of Gilgamesh's abilities can be randomly selected.

Current healing progress: 0%"

Gilgamesh?

Seeing this name, Lin Qiye quickly recalled the information of this god in his mind.

Gilgamesh is a god in Sumerian mythology. In the modern society where the fog has fallen, there is very little information about this mythological system. What Lin Qiye can know is also very limited. In his impression, he only knows about Jigme Garsh is a half-human, half-god existence, and also the fifth king of Uruk, a cruel and evil tyrant.

"Kneel down."

Just as Lin Qiye was thinking, the gray-robed man sitting on the folding chair spoke lightly.

Lin Qiye was taken aback.

Gilgamesh stared at Lin Qiye with those purple eyes, and said again with a blank expression: "I will let you...kneel down!"

Lin Qiye: ...

Is this man sick?

Oh yes...he is really sick.

"Why should I kneel?" Lin Qiye asked calmly.

Lin Qiye would not have the same knowledge as Gilgamesh. After all, he is a professional psychiatrist and does not care about patients. For him, the most important thing is to deduce Gilgamesh's condition through this kind of dialogue.

"All the subjects of this king should kneel when they see this king." Gilgamesh frowned and said, "If you don't kneel, you will die."

After the voice fell, Gilgamesh didn't wait for Lin Qiye to say anything, directly raised his finger, and lightly pointed at Lin Qiye.

The next moment, a glaring purple light gushed out from the ward, flew upwards obliquely, piercing the sky of the mental hospital of the gods!

Chapter 802 Gilgamesh

The purple light receded slowly in the sky, and the terrifying wave of destruction also subsided.

Monkey King sat on the fence, holding the wine jar, his eyes swept across the dusty but unharmed ward, turned his head calmly, and continued to stare into the distance in a daze.

The dust dissipated.

Lin Qiye, who was wearing a white coat, stood at the door without the slightest scar on his body. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Gilgamesh in front of him, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Do it without saying a word?

Another tough stubble...

Seeing that Lin Qiye withstood such an attack and was still unscathed, Gilgamesh frowned slightly. He stared at Lin Qiye for a moment, as if he had noticed something.

"It turns out that the laws here are protecting you? It's... lucky."

Gilgamesh slowly stood up from the folding chair, glanced at Lin Qiye indifferently, walked towards the door of the ward, and lightly shook the gray robe, as if it was not an ordinary gray robe, but a symbol of The royal robes of supremacy.

He went straight to the door of the ward and stopped.

"Make way." Gilgamesh said lightly.

Lin Qiye stood at the door, not giving in at all, "You can't go out yet."

"The door you opened for me, and you still don't let me out?" Gilgamesh narrowed his deep purple eyes, "Are you... playing tricks on me?"

"It's too dangerous for you to go out."

"You have the body protection of the law here, this king can't hurt you, what are you afraid of?"

"You are wrong." Lin Qiye sighed, "What I said is not that I will be in danger... but you will be in danger."

Gilgamesh stared into Lin Qiye's eyes, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "This king will be in danger? Troublemaker, do you know who this king is?"

"It's a mental patient."

"..." Gilgamesh said coldly, "If it weren't for the rules here, you would have been executed ten thousand times by this king..."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Qiye only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Gilgamesh's body disappeared in front of him out of thin air. When he turned around, he found that Gilgamesh was already standing in the corridor outside the ward.

This ancient king in a gray robe walked to the fence on the second floor, and the dim sunset covered his gray robe with a layer of gold. At this moment, he seemed to have really returned to the other side of time, wearing the supreme king Robe, looking down at his city-state.

Under the setting sun, those deep purple eyes were a little lax, and endless vicissitudes and confusion surged out...

Bang!

A loud bang interrupted his memory.

Gilgamesh frowned, with a sullen look on his face. He turned his head to look, and saw a monkey in cassock at the door of the next ward, casually throwing the empty wine jar on the ground. Step up and down the fence.

Sun Wukong seemed to have noticed Gilgamesh's gaze, turned his head slightly, glanced at him casually, and continued walking towards his ward as if there was no one there.

"Stop." Gilgamesh raised his head proudly, "Why didn't you kneel down when you saw me?"

When Sun Wukong stepped into the ward with half a foot, he suddenly paused.

He slowly retracted the foot that stepped into the ward, turned his head, and squinted at Gilgamesh in the gray robe.

"Who... are you asking to kneel?" Sun Wukong's solemn voice echoed in the air.

Lin Qiye, who was standing aside, sighed.

really……

"You." Gilgamesh repeated.

Sun Wukong looked at him quietly, without any change in expression, but the cassock draped over his body fluttered uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye thought about everything.

Combined with the previous experience in Ward No. [-], Lin Qiye speculated that the cassock on Sun Wukong's body should be the tool used by the Buddhas to suppress his true self. Emotions fluctuate, and whenever the cassock reacts, it means that Monkey King's emotions have begun to agitate...

He was angry.

"What are you? Are you worthy of my kneeling?" Sun Wukong said murderously, "I will not kneel to anyone except Master..."

"What am I?" Gilgamesh said calmly, "It's ridiculous, when is the monkey used for juggling worthy of living on the same floor as this king?"

Boom-! !

In the corridor on the second floor of the ward, Monkey King in a golden cassock disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the ear-piercing sonic boom echoed in the hospital in an instant.

At the same time, violent and powerful divine power swept out like a tidal wave, a fist wrapped in golden light shattered the void, roaring and hitting Gilgamesh's chest!

Gilgamesh's pupils shrank!

boom--! !

A burst of purple burst out from in front of Gilgamesh, but it still did not block the unshakable fist. Sun Wukong's punch directly bombarded Gilgamesh's chest, blasting him from the second floor of the hospital like a cannonball , into the courtyard below.

This brief but fierce collision of divine power startled all the nurses in the hospital. Li Yifei stood aside with a loud voice and directed the other nurses to evacuate, and quickly vacated the yard.

Merlin and Braki walked out of the study and stood on the edge of the courtyard, looking at the figure that had been smashed into the ground.

"The thorn meets the thorn, now... the hospital will not be peaceful." Merlin sighed helplessly. He stretched out his hand and set up several layers of magic circles around the courtyard to prevent breath fluctuations. The war hurts innocent care workers.

Braki scratched his head, thought for a while, took out his harp directly from the room, and sat down beside the courtyard.

"What do you want?" Merlin asked suspiciously.

"Anyway, I'm idle, so I'll give them some background music for the battle." Braki looked as if watching the excitement was a big deal, and with a flick of his fingertips on the strings, the passionate and fast-paced music played in the hospital. echoed in the sky.

courtyard.

Rolling dust billowed from the ground, and in the deep pit in the grass, a figure stood up slowly...

The pair of furious purple eyes opened, and the unrivaled arrogance of the king erupted around him, the gray robe on his body fluttered under his aura, even though it was blocked by Merlin's magic circle, the arrogance of the king radiated out, Still almost knocked the other nurses to their knees.

Opposite him, an ancient ape in cassock descended lightly from the second floor. His golden eyes were burning like the sun, and the violent divine power raged in the air, rivaling the king's arrogance.

Lin Qiye stood in the corridor on the second floor, looking down at the two terrifying aura fluctuations in the courtyard. After thinking for a while, he didn't choose to stop it.

On the one hand, he wanted to use Monkey King's fierce fighting power to suppress Gilgamesh's spirit;

On the other hand, he was really curious...

Which one is stronger, the Monkey King Monkey King or the Babylonian tyrant Gilgamesh?

Chapter 803 Thorn vs. Thorn

The passionate battle music came from the harp, and as the last syllable fell, the two figures standing in the courtyard moved at the same time.

Two afterimages, one gold and one purple, collided in the center of the courtyard in an instant. Two completely different divine powers raged in every corner of the magic circle. Merlin's expression changed slightly as he drank tea from the thermos cup, and he put down the teacup silently, and added several layers of magic circles around the courtyard.

Soil, vegetation, dust... everything in the courtyard was shattered and annihilated under the attack of the two figures. In the light of gold and purple, their fight produced afterimages all over the sky, making people dazzled.

Even Lin Qiye couldn't see their movements clearly.

Is this a battle between gods...

Lin Qiye closed his eyes helplessly, and gave up using his naked eyes to capture their battle situation, and instead relied on his breath to judge the good and bad situation in the arena.

On the whole, Sun Wukong's violent divine power is still evenly matched with Gilgamesh's kingly arrogance, but Lin Qiye clearly feels that when Monkey King is furious and wants to mobilize more divine power, there will always be a touch of Buddha's light Emerging, suppressing his aura.

He was suppressed by the cassock on his body.

"It's nice to be young." Merlin sat on the edge of the courtyard, took another sip of the hot water in the thermos, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really energetic."

"Your Excellency, Merlin, aren't you old?" Braki thought for a while, and added, "It's just that your hair is falling out a little faster."

Merlin looked rather happy when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, his expression became a little ugly. He stretched out his hand, touched the few hairs on the top of his head secretly, and sighed...

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"I don't have much time..." He muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.