The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 829: A Familiar Crack

"System, help me manage the Rubik's Cube!" Zhou Yang called in his heart.

The Nautilus was immediately taken over by the system and moved quickly in the direction pointed by Wang Zihui.

Faint blue light leaked from the distant seabed.

It was strange.

Finally, the Nautilus gradually approached.

The three people stared.

"This is..." Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Crack in the seabed?" Wang Zihui said in amazement, "a bit... familiar!"

That's right.

About ten meters in front of the submarine, it should have been a featureless seabed.

However, the four or five lines criss-crossed are very conspicuous.

Blue shimmer, escaping from the lines.

It seemed that a blue light source was wrapped in a huge eggshell, and at this time, the eggshell... cracks appeared.

"System, what's going on?"

"Host, currently only able to detect data flow abnormalities."

"What do you mean?"

"Here, there will be some kind of change, but it is temporarily impossible to judge the type and direction of the change."

Zhou Yang sighed helplessly.

That means saying nothing.

"Host, it is recommended to stay away temporarily and observe closely."

"Okay!" Zhou Yang suddenly lost his interest in continuing to play.

"Zihui, Xiaochen, we should go now."

The Nautilus rose rapidly, and when it approached the surface, it changed back to the Millennium Falcon and disappeared instantly.

"Teacher, we also want to have the same abilities as you." Yan Xiaochen bit her lip and said, "Even if we have a little ability, no one can accept the common sense of being just an ordinary person after seeing the extraordinary demeanor. No amount of money can make up for this gap."

"Lao Zhou, we are all our own... Just give the bottom line, is it possible for us..." Wang Zihui stared at Zhou Yang's profile and asked seriously.

Zhou Yang laughed blankly.

I have extraordinary abilities because of the blessing of the system.

This kind of thing is unique, how can it be bad?

"I'm sorry, you..." Zhou Yang wanted to completely cut off the children's unrealistic ideas.

"Host, they have no possibility right now!" The system suddenly interjected.

Ok?

Zhou Yang knows that the system will never be aimless and will never talk nonsense.

What is impossible at present?

"Ahem, you guys... it's impossible at the moment!" Zhou Yang said the system's words again.

Wang Zihui's eyes lit up suddenly: "That means, maybe there will be opportunities in the future?"

"I know the teacher is the best!" Yan Xiaochen was so excited that he hugged Zhou Yang's neck.

I don’t know if it’s amazing, but the system is amazing anyway!

This is what it said, raining me can't help me!

"Host, you will need them!"

"Okay!" Zhou Yang couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, a thought rushed into Zhou Yang's mind.

Why not look at the two students with skills?

"Reaper's perspective, open it!" Zhou Yang said.

The picture in front of me changed suddenly.

The city with tall buildings, the strange creatures, and...Wang Wang Zihui, holding a huge cold weapon, jumped high and cut down.

Yan Xiaochen was wearing a white robe and was extremely holy. She stood behind Wang Zihui, her hands seemed to flash...

The picture stopped abruptly.

Zhou Yang woke up instantly.

There is still something invisible from the perspective of death?

That's weird!

"Ms. Zhou, what's wrong with you?" Yan Xiaochen asked with concern.

Zhou Yang smiled and said nothing.

There are stormy waves in my heart.

In the scene just now, was it a game?

Don't understand.

...

In the western part of the Star-Tangled Kingdom, there is an area famous for animal husbandry.

Fatty grass is produced here every year.

A favorite of cattle and sheep.

On the grassland where cattle and sheep were supposed to be scattered, a huge castle stood abruptly.

The overall color of the castle is dark, similar to the medieval style of Europa.

Thick and depressing.

The President of the Star-Stripe Kingdom led a group of high-ranking officials, standing quietly outside the castle.

In front of them, several white-faced men and women, their faces sank like water.

If Zhou Yang were here, he would definitely recognize the clothes of these men and women.

They are "priests".

The real master of Star Stripe Country.

They faced the door, motionless.

It seems to be waiting for the monarch's call.

This scene is quite strange.

"Crack..."

After a toothpaste of the metal door shaft turning, the castle gate slowly opened.

A dark shadow slowly revealed its true colors.

Everyone was horrified and shocked.

A skeleton dressed in ancient Egypt appeared in front of everyone with graceful steps.

"Master, please go in!" Skeleton's dark eyes flashed with faint light.

"Tutankhamun..." a high-ranking official whispered.

The others suddenly woke up this time.

Yes, isn't the image of this guy who opens the door just like Tutankhamun?

The famous pharaoh.

"This... really amazing." Another senior official murmured.

The others didn't talk.

Isn't it magical?

The huge cube that floated in the sky and swaggered across the city a while ago was the masterpiece of that person.

Although Zhou Yang finally broke through, but to maintain the balance with Xia Guo, he can only rely on him.

Not to mention, the priest also sent someone to contact.

The true master of this country...is going to change.

...

In the hall of the castle, the group finally saw their target-Dyson.

At this moment, the guy who had been defeated by Zhou Yang, with a glass of red wine in his hand, was smiling, not a bit depressed.

"What's the matter?" Dyson shook the glass.

The dignitaries of the star-stripe nations exchanged glances.

In the end, the old president coughed twice and stood up.

"Mr. Dyson, we hope to have in-depth exchanges with you."

"What happened a few days ago caused the credibility of the star-stripe country to drop drastically."

Dyson raised his eyebrows: "When did your country have a reputation?"

The high-ranking officials have wonderful expressions.

Fortunately, Mr. President, with a thick skin like a city wall, continued with a smile: "We plan to rearrange the basic defense system. In addition to conventional weapons, we want Mr. Dyson to be involved in designing some of them."

"For example?" Dyson said lightly.

The President took a step back and motioned to a "priest".

The priestess was fair and beautiful.

On the side of the red robe of the hedging, slender thighs were looming.

"Mr. Dyson, we hope to have the opportunity to work with you." The priestess's skin was almost transparent, without a trace of blood. "Using the platform of the Stars and Stripes, we can have the entire world."

"Especially, we have a common enemy-Zhou Yang."

"We can't allow extraordinary people to override us!" the priestess said proudly, "so, please join us!"

Dyson was taken aback, then put down his glass and laughed wildly.

Everyone was at a loss.

It took more than ten seconds for Dyson to stop.

He looked at the priestess and said, "You messy redundant procedures, talk to me about cooperation? Are you worthy?"