The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 830

"What are you talking about?" The priestess' eyes suddenly reddened.

"Can't even understand the words?" Dyson said lightly.

"Dyson... we admit that you do have something special, but do you really know who we are?" a male priest sneered.

Dyson rolled his eyes, not putting them in his eyes.

"You... are you vampires?" Dyson asked with a sudden smile.

The expressions of several priests suddenly changed.

Their true identities are strictly confidential.

The longer you live, the more you are in awe of something.

Try not to show up when you can.

But this does not mean that they will not care about this kind of face to face behavior.

The real decision-makers of the Star Stripes are a group of undead creatures that have lived for hundreds of years.

Their survival depends on sucking human blood.

And very philosophical... the entire Star Striped Nation has also inherited their characteristics, relying on the blood of other countries to survive.

The most unbearable thing they can't bear is being called out of their identity in person.

"You are such a rude insult, we can't bear it!" The priestess standing in the front suddenly showed her fangs, and moved towards Dyson, who was ten meters away.

Speed, as fast as lightning.

"I killed you!" the priestess roared wildly.

"Wow!"

The sound of bowstring trembling sounded.

"puff!"

The priestess screamed and fell to the ground.

A shining silver arrow was inserted in her heart.

The tail of the feather arrow trembled slightly, revealing a phantom.

The priestess under the arrow struggled desperately.

White smoke escaped from her body.

Within a few seconds, the priestess burned and turned into a pile of black powder.

A Europa man in medieval costume walked out of the corner with a cold face, leaned over and picked up the arrow, and looked at the cluster of arrows.

He unscrewed a metal hip flask, washed the arrow cluster with the liquid inside, and then solemnly inserted the arrow cluster back into the quiver.

"Fan... Hessing?" A male priest exclaimed after seeing the archer's outfit.

The senior officials present were dumbfounded.

This is too magical.

Van Helsing is a vampire hunter in literature.

According to legend, the existence who specializes in hunting vampires and Dracula are comrades-in-arms in the previous life, but later parted ways and became enemies.

But... those are all literary works and legends.

Is there such a person as Van Helsing?

It's messed up, it's all messed up.

"Don't be nervous!" Dyson smiled, "Yesterday, I occasionally watched a movie and thought this Van Helsing role is very connotative, so I called him out. I didn't expect to use it today."

"Of course, if you want, I can still summon an Earl Dracula to come out, but is the generation between you messed up?" Dyson looked at the other priests and asked with a smile.

A male priest said with horrified eyes: "Dracula is just a character created by our instructions, and does not exist! You can't summon him!"

Dyson put down his wine glass, spread his hand and said, "So, you don't know me."

"Virtual or not, for me, there is no difference. As long as he exists in people's consciousness and exists in various literary works, I can realize them."

"This is my ability!"

"Compared with your group of arrogant and self-confessed redundant data, I...is the only existence!" Dyson said, "Either you must listen to me, or get out, or... All died under Van Helsing’s arrow."

The male priest laughed: "There is only one Van Helsing. Do you know how many of our people are?"

"Here, it is always our country!" The male priest's expression suddenly became savage, "It is impossible to replace us!"

"Really?" Dyson clapped his hands.

At the next moment, everyone was stunned.

In front of them, in the empty void, a second Van Helsing appeared, the third, the fourth...

In just a few seconds, more than twenty identical Van Helsings appeared in the spacious hall of the castle.

Every Van Helsing bent his bow and set his arrows, aiming at the priests.

"It's more than people... I've never been afraid." Dyson sneered.

The priests' already cold bodies were almost frozen.

The president and other senior officials were dumbfounded.

Dyson smiled and said: "On my site, what I think in my mind will appear."

"So, you must not do impulsive things."

Warning, warning from Chiguoguo!

"Ahem, Mr. Dyson! We are sincere this time, and we hope you can take action against Zhou Yang again." When the president saw that the situation was going bad, he immediately began to make a round of it. "After all, the reputation loss of our country is too serious this time. Although we have blocked all kinds of news, a lot of news that is unfavorable to the Stars and Stripes has spread on the Internet."

"If this situation continues, many people will have ideas."

The president said nothing.

But everyone present understands it.

For more than one hundred years, the Star-Stripe Nation has always surpassed other nations with powerful force.

The appearance of Zhou Yang tore off the fig leaf of the Stars and Stripes.

Without the use of nuclear weapons, the Star Striped Nation has nothing to do with an extraordinary person.

Those countries that are usually hostile to the Stars and Stripes will inevitably be ready to move.

If the hearts of the people are scattered, the team will be difficult to lead.

This is what the senior officials of Star Stripe are worried about.

Those "priests" are also worried.

People who are on the top will lose their bones once they fall.

"You don't need to talk about this kind of thing!" Dyson waved his hand. "Zhou Yang is a powerful opponent. I lost him once, and I will never lose this time."

"What is a good way for Mr. Dyson? We will help the whole country!" The president instantly became excited.

The remaining priests exchanged glances.

One of them said loudly: "Since our goals are the same, please Mr. Dyson dismiss your men!"

The priests are still locked by Van Helsing in a hall.

That feeling shuddered.

Dyson smiled faintly and snapped his fingers.

More than twenty Van Helsing disappeared instantly.

This move shocked the senior officials of the Star Stripe Nation again.

"Not long ago, I watched a very interesting movie!" Dyson stood up with a smile and turned on the projector in the hall.

"Pacific　Rim".

This is the name of the movie.

The senior officials looked at each other.

They didn't expect it to be this one.

Dyson pointed to the huge monster on the screen and said: "Zhou Yang has a virgin complex, and seems to regard himself as a superhero, trying to save everyone! In that case, I prepared a gift for him. "

"It's just that it takes time to take effect slowly!" Dyson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "After all, this gift is quite stressful for me!"

While Dyson was speaking, the cracks in the deepest part of the ocean that radiated blue light seemed... to expand a bit.