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Enkole felt his mind groggy, whether it was sight, hearing, or even touch, the perception ability of various sensory organs was extremely blurred, as if drunk.

This change made Nkolai very puzzled. It was a great god, and there was no such thing as being drunk. It had only heard of this kind of abnormality in some mortals in the world.

Enkole didn't know, maybe there was nothing that could make him drunk before, but now there is.

After all, Enkole is a creature after all, and his successors will design a special compound for his physiological condition.

Under the action of the chemical substances specially formulated by the successors, Enkolai's brain can't normally process various biological information from the body, and will only feel confused and floated like a mind and body.

Dimly, Enkole seemed to hear something.

"How about Ripples Giant?"

"Operating normally."

"Run a few more, this captive 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 being physically strong can increase the use of the spiritual realm?"

"This is called'just in case', don't you understand? It's called'be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years,' understand? These are all the highest truths that the will has said. I ask you to make arrangements and go quickly."

"Oh……"

Can't understand the language, but Enkole can be sure that the other party is talking, and most likely it is talking about him.

A strong random swept across. Enkole's brain could no longer bear it, and the whole person fell asleep completely.

I don't know how long it took before Enkole finally regained consciousness and regained his spirit.

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

Enkole tried to use the power of the gods, but I don't know why, his power of the gods seemed to have disappeared, and it didn't take effect at all. The metal platform firmly imprisoned his body, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

who are you?

How dare you, a group of mortals, imprison a great god?

Now let go of the shackles, I will forgive you kindly, and only consume half of your quantity...

Nkolai released his oracle and wanted to order the mortal creatures who had imprisoned him to release his shackles. He believed that his tolerance would make these mortal creatures who offended the great **** be grateful.

However, Nkolai had forgotten one thing subconsciously, that was his divine power could not be used, and the oracles were also useless.

From the perspective of the successor, Nkolai, the octopus-headed man, didn't say anything except just glance at them after waking up, just like a poor man suffering from autism.

"Why doesn't he speak? Is he scared stupid?" a successor asked.

"If he doesn't speak, it will be difficult. There is no language record, and there is no way to decipher it."

They are still waiting for the alien captive to speak so that they can decipher it. They don’t say anything, not even a language text. Can they not be deciphered by imagination?

"How can I make him speak?"

The successors were distressed, but fortunately, this distress did not last long, and the successors who were reborn after the resurrection of the gatherers came up with a good idea.

"This is very simple."

The successor jumped onto the metal platform, charged with the single-molecule blade, and plunged directly into one of the prisoners' arms.

"what--!"

Without any psychological defense, I never expected that these lowly mortals around me would dare to offend this great **** like myself.

Not to mention that in order to increase the pain, the successor deliberately added a lot of barbs to the limbs. When the limbs were pulled out, many pieces of meat were hooked out along with them.

The sudden severe pain forced Nkolai to scream hysterically and struggle violently.

"Record it, this is howling when the pain irritation is too great."

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

The successors who had come to understand suddenly knew what they should do. They arranged some specializations of their own body to connect the nerves of the captive body. As long as they were given more complicated pain, they could get the language of the other party.

This kind of behavior has only two words in the eyes of Enkole-horror!

"No! Stop! You **** mortals! You are blasphemy!"

This time, I no longer wanted to give an oracle to the mortals from aloft. The tremendous pain forced Nkolai to put down his arrogance and shout in humiliation.

No matter what... the language is not working!

Nkole didn't know that the more he clamored, the more his successors would do so, because their purpose was to make the superior captive speak and then decipher the language.

Huge pain is not just pain. Connected to nerve fibers, the successor can design to produce irritation, cold, hot and other stimuli.

The last second was hot and cold, and in the next second, I felt like ten thousand ants swallowed my body, or were thrown into the sea of ​​flames.

Enkole really realized what it means to die as life as it is.

However, it is impossible for the arrogant and great **** to put down his posture and bow down to pray for a pile of mortals to let him go. In Nkolai's view, he and mortals use the same voice to communicate, which is already keeping his posture to a minimum.

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

Enkole roared in resentment, but unfortunately the successors did not understand his strange screams, and continued to stimulate his nerves, inflict greater pain, and even tried to create terrible hallucinations in his brain.

After a set of combo punches, Enkole already wanted to commit suicide, but he committed suicide in a way similar to that of a human being biting his tongue and committing suicide without using his limbs.

The successors quickly rescued him again, after all, it was just a repair of the wound, and it was not a high-end technology.

"Damn things! You irritated me thoroughly! You will never be forgiven by the gods! Forever! Have you heard it!"

Swearing like crazy, Nkole's hatred has overwhelmed his own reason.

As a great god, now he is so humiliated and tortured by a group of mortals that he cannot survive and die.

"What is forgiveness? Is it edible?"

Hearing that his successor speaks the same language as himself, Enkolai did not delve into the cause and effect, only that this group of mortals were finally timid because of his hatred.

"Fall things, I order you to let go of the great gods immediately. The wrath of the gods is beyond your tolerance!"

"The great god? Who is that?" the successor asked suspiciously.

In their impression, only two were captured, one was dead, um, could it be said that the name of the other captive was the ‘Great God’?

"It's me! The great **** refers to me! As a god~lightnovelpub.net~ I order you to let me go!"

Enkole struggled fiercely and desperately. If it weren't for being tied to the metal platform, he might be able to tear the questioned successor alive 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 the wrath of God!"

Nkolai, who had already hated the sky for a long time, replied without even thinking about it. It is a matter of course for all things to bear the wrath of God, so there is no need to think more.

"Then why should we let go?"

"..."

Enkole was stuck.

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