The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 848

Thousands of kilometers from the East China Sea, on the other side of the ocean.

Stars and Stripes.

Dyson woke up from his deep sleep.

The senior officials of the Star Stripe Nation around him finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Since they collectively asked Dyson to face Fu Zhouyang, people have been stationed here every day.

Dyson fell into a deep sleep after agreeing to the request.

The Star Striped Nation has almost mobilized the highest level of defense forces.

Dyson's castle is solid.

"Mr. Dyson... you're awake!" Mr. Vice President immediately stepped forward, smiling, bowing slightly, and indescribably flattering.

Yes, after Lawrence died, the original Secretary of State went through special procedures and took over the position of Vice President.

"Yeah!" Dyson nodded lightly.

"I will summon everyone at once!" The vice president bowed and walked out.

After an hour, the bigwigs of the Star Stripes country came to Dyson's castle again.

In the specially furnished hall, a group meeting was held.

Dyson...Of course he wouldn't let him sit in the first place.

The armed forces and officials of the Stars and Stripes are divided into two sides according to their position.

Opposite Dyson, on the other side of the long case, was a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a red hooded jumpsuit and his face was pale.

"Mr. Dyson, my name is Raul. I am the great elder of the Priest-senator and the guardian of the Star-Stripe Nation for the past two hundred years!" The middle-aged man stood up and saluted Dyson in an extremely humble manner.

He didn't want to.

He had to.

Facts have proved that the good days of the blood-sucking priests who have been rampant in the past few hundred years are over.

Zhou Yang and Dyson...

Two characters who crushed them appeared in this world at once.

After successive frustrations, the members of the Priest Senate decided to give in completely.

Give in to Dyson's hands.

It's better than succumbing to a Xia countryman.

"Guardian? Haha!"

After listening to Raul's introduction, Dyson sneered.

"You guys who don't have any creative wrong data, dare to call yourself guardians?" Dyson said.

Raul's expression suddenly stiffened.

You know, the presidents of this country are all chosen by them.

What dishes, what voting, what freedom... are all illusions.

Everything is a trick played by the priests.

This country is the same as their nature-to absorb the blood of others and feed themselves.

"Mr. Dyson, all the priests are willing to be under your hand and listen to your dispatch." Raul forced down his unhappy heart and said with a smile, "You must master this country and this world. You must have a powerful servant. We are the most The right person!"

If you can't afford it, you have to admit it.

this is nothing.

Dyson looked at Raul and suddenly frowned: "What if I don't need it?"

Raul's face changed again.

"Mr. Dyson...Although I don't know your origins, there is one thing I can be sure that no one understands this world better than us!" Raul said proudly, "Even if your individual is strong, you can't cover the whole force. world."

"And we are different!" Raul is confident, "As long as you give us time, we will create countless army of priests that can help you accomplish any purpose!"

The senior officials of the Star Striped Nation held their breath.

Not to mention the great elders of the Priest-senator Association, even when an ordinary priest appeared, they all wanted to bow down.

In the face of the almost endless life of vampires and super personal power, human beings are as fragile as paper.

This is the crushing of power levels.

The feeling Dyson brings to them is another.

Control everything between gestures.

They can't afford either of them.

The so-called fairy fights, the little ghost suffers.

Don't say anything if you don't want to die.

"Army?" Dyson smiled faintly, "Do I need it?"

Dyson waved his hand gently.

"Van Helsing!" someone exclaimed.

Yes, Van Helsing, who easily shot the priest last time, appeared again.

It's just that, almost instantaneously this time, no fewer than twenty "Van Helsing" with exactly the same appearance appeared in the hall.

Raul was startled and shook his body.

He finally personally experienced the dilemma of his former companion.

More than 20 vampire hunters raised their bows and arrows to aim at him at the same time.

Raul's body was cold, but now it was almost frozen.

After living for hundreds of years, the other party only needs one order, and he will die.

Dyson waved again.

More than 20 "Van Helsing" disappeared in place.

Without waiting for Raul to breathe a sigh of relief, more than twenty handsome Europa men in black tuxedos appeared in the hall.

"Dracula!" the senior officials exclaimed again.

The appearance of a Europa man is a typical "Earl Dracula" appearance.

This appearance has appeared in dozens of movies with vampires as the protagonist, and is familiar to countless vampire movie lovers.

Raul narrowed his eyes.

Count Dracula is just an image created by the priests.

"Let me see your strength!" Dyson said lightly, "If it meets my requirements, I will take you to meet old friends..."

The senior officials stopped their backs involuntarily.

But my heart was ecstatic.

There is only one person in this world who can be called an old friend by Dyson.

That extraordinary person of Xia Guo.

Recently, the senior officials of the Stars and Stripes are struggling to rebalance their military power.

Anything below the nuclear bomb is ineffective against Zhou Yang.

This is equivalent to the country on the other side of the ocean, possessing a second, more powerful and unpredictable "weapon" that is comparable to a nuclear bomb.

The Stars and Stripes are naturally unbearable.

Now Dyson is finally going to make another shot.

"Come, show you my preparations!"

Dyson waved again.

In the middle of the hall, a light blue transparent sphere appeared.

"Isn't this... the device in "Stargate"?" a middle-aged official whispered.

"Yes, I like this design very much!" Dyson said lightly.

Dyson's creative magic can only be based on prototypes in the film and television literature of the lower world.

And cannot create independently.

"This is a luxurious gift I prepared for my old friend!" Dyson lifted his chin slightly and pointed to the middle of the sphere. "I slept for seven days before getting everything done!"

The high-ranking officials leaned over, and they were immediately attracted by the scene in the middle of the sphere.

In the deep ocean, there are unknown fish swimming back and forth.

However, the lens pulled in quickly.

They saw a light blue light.

Closer...

It seems... it's a seabed crack.

"boom!"

There was a muffled noise from the sphere.

The senior officials were taken aback.

The crack... is expanding rapidly.

"It's...what?" Mr. President muttered to himself with wide eyes.

"boom!"

The second muffled sound.

The crack burst suddenly.

A pointed object pierced out.

Like in the game, the earth magic that suddenly appeared on the ground-stab.

"Dear baby... Come on!" Dyson smiled, "This is my most perfect work in the lower world!"

Following Dyson's words, the spikes grew bigger and thicker.

It is like a bamboo shoot with strong vitality, desperately growing.

"boom!"

The bamboo shoots finally come to an end.

But this is only the beginning.

Everyone present began to tremble involuntarily.