How the Zergs were Made

Chapter 893 The Wrath of the Great God

Enkele felt that his mind was groggy. Whether it was vision, hearing, or even touch, the perception abilities of various sensory organs were extremely blurred, as if he was drunk.

This change puzzled Nkolai. He was a great god, and he never got drunk. He had only heard of such abnormalities in some mortals in the world.

Nkole didn't know, maybe there hadn't been anything to get him drunk before, but there was now.

After all, Nkole is a living creature after all, and his successors will design a special compound according to his physiological condition.

Under the action of the chemical substances specially prepared by the successors, Enkole's brain could not normally process various biological information from the body, and would only feel as if he was being confused.

Dimly, Enkole seemed to hear some voices.

"How about the Ripple Megastructure?"

"It works fine."

"Run a few more times, 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 a strong body can increase the use of the spirit domain?"

"It's called 'just in case', understand? It's called 'be careful sailing for ten thousand years', understand? These are the supreme truths spoken by the will, and you are told to make arrangements and go quickly."

"oh……"

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

A strong drowsiness swept over him. Enkole's brain couldn't take it anymore, and he fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Nkole finally woke up and regained his spirit.

Nkole soon noticed that he was imprisoned on a metal platform, his limbs were bound by metal rings, and he could not move.

Enkele tried to use the power of God, but for some reason, his power of God seemed to have disappeared, and it didn't take effect at all. The metal platform tightly imprisoned his body, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

who are you?

How dare a group of mortals imprison a great god?

Let go of the shackles now, I will forgive you mercifully, and only devour half of your number...

Encole released his oracle, wanting to order the group of mortals who imprisoned him to untie himself. He believed that his tolerance would make these mortals who offended the great god grateful.

However, Enkole subconsciously forgot one thing, that is, his divine power is useless, and the oracle is also useless.

From the point of view of the successor, Enkele, the octopus-headed man, just stared at them after waking up and said nothing, just like a poor man with autism.

"Why didn't he speak? Did he get scared?" asked a successor.

"It will be difficult if he doesn't speak. There is no language record, and there is no way for the giant organization to decipher it."

They are still waiting for the alien prisoner to open his mouth so that they can decipher it. They don't say anything, and they don't even have a language text. Could it be that they can't decipher it by relying on imagination?

"How do you get him to talk?"

The successors were distressed, but fortunately, this distress did not last long. A successor who was resurrected and reincarnated from the gatherer came up with a good idea.

"This is very simple."

The successor leaped onto the metal platform, charging the monomolecular blade, and plunged directly into one of the captive's arms.

"ah--!"

He didn't have any psychological defenses, and he didn't expect that the group of lowly mortals around him would dare to offend this great god like him.

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

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

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

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

The successors who have come to realize it, immediately know what they should do, and arrange some fellows who specialize their bodies to connect to the nerves of the captives' bodies. As long as they give more complex pains, they can get the other party's language.

In Enkole's eyes, this kind of behavior is just two words-horror!

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

This time, he no longer wanted to give an oracle to mortal beings from a high position. The great pain forced Enkole to put down his arrogance, and shouted humiliatingly with his voice.

But...the language barrier!

Nkole didn't know that the louder he yelled, the more his successors would do this, because their purpose was to make the prisoners speak better and then decipher the language.

The great pain is not just a pain, it is connected to the nerve fibers, and the successor can design itching, cold, hot and other stimuli.

One second it was hot and cold, and the next second it felt like being eaten by thousands of ants, or it was like being thrown into a sea of ​​swords and flames.

Enkele really realized what life is better than death.

However, it is impossible for the proud and great god to let go of his posture and humbly beg a bunch of mortal things to let him go. In Enkole's view, he and the mortal things also communicate with each other through voice, which is to minimize his gestures.

"You can't bear the wrath 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!"

Encolle roared angrily, but unfortunately, his successors couldn't understand his strange cry, and continued to stimulate his nerves even more, inflicting more pain, and even tried to create terrible hallucinations for his brain.

After a set of combined punches, Enkele was already about to commit suicide, but he committed suicide in a way similar to human suicide by biting his tongue without using limbs.

The successors quickly revived him. After all, it was just repairing the wound, and it was not a high-end technology.

"Damn mortals! You utterly piss me off! You will never be forgiven by the gods! Ever! Do you hear me!"

Cursing like crazy, Enkole's hatred has overwhelmed his reason.

As a great god, he is now so humiliatingly tormented by a group of mortal beings that he cannot survive or die.

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

Hearing his successor speak the same language as himself, Nkole didn't delve into the cause and effect of it, only thinking that this group of mortals finally became timid because of his hatred.

"Everything, I command you to let go of the great god immediately, the wrath of the god is unbearable for you!"

"The Great God? Who is that?" the successor asked in confusion.

In their impression, only two were captured, and one was already dead. Well, could it be said that the name of the other captive was 'Great God'?

"It's me! The great god refers to me! As a god, I command you to let me go!"

Enkele struggled violently in despair. If he hadn't been restrained on the metal platform, he might have torn the questioning 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!"

Enkele, who had already hated him so much, 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 about it.

"Then why are we letting go?"

"..."

Encole was at a loss for words.