How the Zergs were Made-Chapter 892 - 893 The Wrath of the Great God

Encole felt that his brain was dizzy, whether it was vision or hearing, or even touch, and the perception ability of various sensory organs was extremely blurred, as if he were drunk.

This change puzzled Encole. He was a great god and had no such thing as drunkenness. He had only heard of such abnormality in some things in the world.

Encore didn't know that there was nothing that could get him drunk before, but now he has it.

After all, Encole is a creature after all, and his successors will design a special compound according to his physiological situation.

Under the action of chemicals specially prepared by these successors, Ncole's brain cannot normally process all kinds of biological information from the body, and only feels confused.

In the haze, Encore seemed to hear something.

"How about the huge structure of ripples?"

"It works normally."

"Run a few more. This prisoner looks much stronger than the one just now. Maybe it will be more difficult to interfere with the spiritual realm."

"...I don't remember that strong physique can increase the use of the spiritual realm?"

"Do you understand this just in case? Do you understand this as 'be careful sailing for ten thousand years'? These are the supreme truths said by the will. I want you to arrange it and go quickly.

"Oh..."

I don't understand the language, but Encole can be sure that the other party is talking, and it is likely that he is talking about him.

A strong casual swept in. Encole's brain could no longer bear it, and the whole person fell asleep completely.

I don't know how long it took, Encole finally woke up and recovered.

Encore quickly noticed that he was imprisoned on a metal platform, and his limbs were fixed by metal rings and could not move.

Encole tried to use the power of God, but for some reason, his power seemed to disappear and did not work at all. The metal platform firmly imprisoned his body, and it was useless no matter how he struggled.

Who are you?

How dare you imprison a great god?

Now release the bondage, and I will kindly forgive you and only devour half of your number... 𝙗𝙚𝒅𝒏𝒐𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Encole released his oracle and wanted to order the group of mortals who imprisoned him to untie his bondage. He believed that his tolerance would make these mortals who offend great gods grateful.

However, Encole subconsciously forgot one thing, that is, his divine power could not be used, and the oracle was also useless.

On the side of his successor, Ncole, the octopus head, woke up and said nothing but looked at them, like a poor man with autism.

"Why doesn't he talk? Are you scared?" A successor asked.

"It's difficult for him not to speak. Without a language record, the giant structure can't be deciphered."

They are still waiting for the alien prisoner to speak for deciphering. They don't say anything, not even have a language text. Can't they be deciphered by empty imagination?

"How can you make him talk?"

The successors were distressed, but Fortunately, this distress did not last long, and some collectors came up with a good idea.

"This is very simple."

The successor jumped on the metal platform, and the single molecular blade was charged directly into one of the prisoners' arms.

"Ah--!"

Without psychological precautions, I didn't expect that the lowly mortals around me dared to offend my great god so much.

Not to mention that the successor deliberately added a lot of barbs to the limbs in order to increase the pain. When the limbs were pulled out, a lot of minced meat was hooked out.

The sudden severe pain forced Encole's hysterical cry and struggled violently.

"Record that this is a howling when the pain stimulates too much."

"Connect his nerve tissue and try more nerve signal stimulation..."

The successors who have realized immediately know what they should do and arrange some people who specialize their bodies to connect the nerves of the captured body. As long as they give more complex pain, they can get each other's language.

This kind of behavior is just two words in Encole's eyes - horrible!

"No! Stop it! You damn mortals! You are blaspheming!"

This time, he no longer wants to give an oracle to mortals, and the great pain forced Encolei to put down his arrogant and humiliated shouting in a voice.

But... I don't understand the language!

Ncole didn't know that the more he shouted, the more his successors would do it, because their purpose was to capture the advantage of speaking and then decipher the language.

The huge pain is not just pain. Connected to nerve fibers, the successor can design to create itching, cold, dry heat and other irritating reactions.

The last second was cold and hot, and the next second I felt ten thousand ants eating, or being thrown into the sea of knives.

Encore really realized what life is better than death.

However, it is impossible for the arrogant great god to put down his posture and grovel to pray for a bunch of mortals to let him go. In Encole's opinion, he and mortals communicate with the same voice, which has kept his posture to a minimum.

"You can't bear the anger of God! You'd better let me go now. I will give you the last trace of mercy and allow you to keep your blood!"

Encore roared resentfully, but unfortunately, his successors couldn't understand his strange cry and continued to stimulate his nerves, inflict greater pain, and even tried to create terrible hallucinations in his brain.

After a combination of fists, Encolei already wanted to commit suicide, but he committed suicide in a way similar to human biting his tongue to commit suicide without using his limbs.

The successors quickly brought him back to life. After all, it was just repairing the wound, not a high-end technology.

"Damn mortals! You completely angered me! You will never be forgiven by the gods! Forever! Do you hear me?"

Crazy curse, Encole's hatred has drowned out his reason.

As a great god, he is now so humiliated to be tortured by a group of mortal things that he can't survive and die.

"What is forgiveness? Is it something to eat?"

Hearing his successor speak the same language as himself, Ncole did not delve into the cause and effect, just thought that this group of mortals were finally timid because of their hatred.

"All things, I order you to let go of the great God immediately. God's anger is unbearable!"

"Great God? Who is that?" The successor's question is doubtful.

In their impression, only two were caught, one is dead. Well, is it possible that the name of the other prisoner is 'Great God'?

is me! The great god refers to me! As a god, I order you to let me go!"

Encolei struggled with anger and fierceness. If he hadn't been tied to the metal platform, he would have torn up the successor who asked on the spot.

"But we can't bear your anger. Let go of your words. What should we do?"

"Of course, it is to bear God's anger!"

Encole, who had been hateful for a long time, answered without thinking about it. It is natural for everything to bear the anger of God, so there is no need to think more.

"Then why should we let it go?"

"..."

Encole is blocked.