Chapter 892: Chapter 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...
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.