Gilgamesh glanced at Moon God Nanna's corpse, then turned to another battlefield.
A crimson-gold staff crashed down like lightning, sending countless grains of yellow sand flying. When the dust settled, the Fire God Bigil's mangled corpse lay in a deeply sunken fissure.
The Monkey King gripped the Golden Cudgel and slowly emerged from the dust, looking somewhat displeased.
"This time..." Gilgamesh said calmly.
"You won." The Monkey King glanced at Nanna's corpse and spoke flatly. "It seems you really were formidable at your peak... Recover soon. Then we'll have a proper fight face-to-face."
With that, he rested the Golden Cudgel on his shoulder, turned, and headed in another direction.
Gilgamesh watched the Monkey King's departing back, then suddenly spoke.
"Monkey King."
The Monkey King stopped and looked back at him.
"Speak."
Gilgamesh fell silent for a moment. "Thank you."
The Monkey King said nothing, merely narrowing his eyes slightly.
"If it hadn't been for you, my people would have been slaughtered." Gilgamesh paused. "Thank you for saving my Uruk, and for saving me."
"Tch." Carrying the Golden Cudgel over his shoulder, the Monkey King turned and continued into the distance. "It was nothing. What's there to thank me for?"
After taking just two steps, he seemed to sense something and looked up at the gap in the vault overhead.
"Divine power fluctuations... Are there gods outside?" Gilgamesh also keenly sensed the disturbance beyond, his brows knitting slightly. "And more than one."
"Six divine auras in total." A golden glint flashed through the Monkey King's eyes. "Looks like someone wants to play the fisherman."
"Six?"
Lin Qiye, who had just arrived, frowned in confusion. "No. 03 and No. 04 should only make two people. Where did the other four come from?"
The Monkey King held the Golden Cudgel, his brilliant golden