Nkolai felt that his brain was groggy, whether it was sight, hearing, or even touch, the perception of various sensory organs was extremely blurred, as if he was drunk.

This change made Nkolai very puzzled, it was a great god, there was no such thing as drunkenness, it had only heard of this kind of abnormality in some worlds.

Nkolai didn't know, maybe there wasn't anything that could get him drunk before, but now he did.

After all, Nkole is a creature after all, and his successors will design a special compound for his physiology.

Under the influence of the chemicals specially concocted by his successors, Nkolai's brain is not able to process all kinds of biological information from the body normally, and only feels like it is confused and fluttering.

In a dim sense, Nkolai seemed to hear something.

"How's the Ripple Structure?"

"It's working."

"Run a few more, this captive looks much stronger than the one just now, maybe it will be more difficult to interfere with the spirit realm."

“…… I don't remember that being strong can have an amplifying effect on the use of the Spirit Realm? ”

"It's called 'just in case', do you understand? Is this called 'being careful to sail a ship for ten thousand years'? These are the supreme truths that the will has said, and tell you to arrange it and hurry up. ”

"Oh......"

Unable to understand the language, but Nkole could be sure that the other party was talking, and most likely saying something about him.

A strong wave of randomness swept in. Nkole's brain could no longer bear it, and the whole person fell into a complete sleep.

It didn't take long for Nkolai to finally come back to his senses.

Nkolai soon noticed that he was imprisoned on a metal platform, his limbs held in place by metal rings, and he could not move.

Nkolai tried to use his divine power, but for some reason, his divine power seemed to be gone, and it didn't work at all, and the metal platform firmly imprisoned his body, no matter how much he struggled.

Who are you?

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

Now let go of the bondage, and I will mercifully forgive you, devouring only half of your number......

Nkolai unleashed his oracle to order the creatures who had imprisoned him to free themselves, believing that his forgiveness would make the mortals who offended the Great God grateful to Dade.

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

From the successor's side, Nkole, the octopus-headed man, woke up and didn't say anything except to look at them, like a poor man with autism.

"Why didn't he speak? Are you scared silly? A successor asked.

"It's hard for him to do it if he doesn't speak, there is no language record, and the Heavenly Machine Giant Construct can't decipher it."

They were still waiting for the alien captive to speak so that they could decipher it, and they didn't say anything, not even a single language text, and they couldn't decipher it by guesswork?

"How do you get him to talk?"

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

"It's easy."

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

"Ah——!h

Unguarded, he didn't expect that this group of lowly mortals around him would dare to offend his great god in such a way.

Not to mention that in order to increase the pain, the successor deliberately added a lot of barbs to the limbs, and when the limbs were pulled out, a lot of minced flesh was hooked out along with them.

The sudden, severe pain forced Nkolai to cry out hysterically and struggle violently.

"Record, it's a howl when the pain is too much."

"Connect to his nerve tissue and try more nerve signals to stimulate ......"

The successors, who had come to their senses, immediately knew what they should do, and arranged for some of their fellow people who specialized their bodies to connect to the nerves of the captive bodies, so that they could get each other's language as long as they were given more complicated pain.

This kind of behavior is just two words in Nkole's eyes - horror!

"Nope! Stop it! You damned mortals! You are blasphemy! ”

This time, it was no longer a matter of wanting to give an oracle to mortal things from above, and the great pain forced Nkolai to put aside his pride and shout in a humiliated voice.

How...... Language barrier!

Nkolai didn't know that the more he shouted, the more his successors would do it, because their purpose was to speak to their captives and then decipher the language.

Great pain is not just a sensation, the nerve fibers are connected, and the successor can design to create irritation, cold, heat, and other stimuli responses.

In the last second, it was hot and cold, and in the next second, it felt like ten thousand ants were devouring, or it was thrown into a sea of swords.

Nkolai truly experienced what it means to live rather than die.

However, it is impossible for the haughty god of greatness to put down his posture and grovel to beg a pile of mortal things to spare him, and in Nkolai's view, he and mortal things communicate with the same voice, which is already to put posture to a minimum.

"You cannot bear the wrath of God! You'd better let me go now, and I'll give you the last shred of mercy and allow you to keep your bloodline!" ”

Nkolai roared in disgust, but unfortunately his successors could not understand his strange screams, and continued to irritate his nerves, inflict more pain, and even try to create horrible hallucinations in his brain.

After a combination of punches, Nkolai already wanted to kill himself, but he did so in a way similar to a human who bites his tongue and kills himself without the help of his limbs.

His successors quickly revived him, after all, it was only a repair of wounds, and it was not a high-end technology.

"Damn mortals! You're so angry with me! You will never be forgiven by the gods! Forever! Did you hear that! ”

Cursing like madness, Nkole's hatred had overwhelmed his reason.

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

"What is forgiveness? Is it something that can be eaten? ”

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

"Mortal things, I command you to let go of the great god at once, the wrath of the god is beyond your bearing!"

"The Great God? Who's that? The successor asked suspiciously.

In their minds, only two of them were captured, one was dead, well, could it be that the name of the other captive was 'Great God'?

"It's me! The Great God is me! As God, I command you to let me go! ”

Nkole's furious struggle, if he hadn't been tied to a metal platform, would have torn the inquiring successor alive on the spot.

"But we can't bear your anger, what should we do if we let you go?"

"To bear the wrath of God, of course!"

Nkole, who had already hated him for a long time, replied without even thinking about it, that it was a matter of course for all things to bear the wrath of God, and therefore there was no need to think about it.

"Then why should we let it go?"

“……”

Nkole was speechless.