Superman

"Are you the Superman of the Allied Forces?"

The German soldier who had been transformed by the holy general, the tall man who walked out of the bunker obliquely, had a somewhat contemptuous tone.

He thought that the legendary hero who was heavily promoted by the Allies to conquer Italy and conquered Rome alone should at least be a strong man like Hercules.

——Two meters tall, with knotted muscles, like a descendant of a Titan, it looks particularly shocking at first glance.

But the Allied Superman who appeared in front of him was at most taller and stronger than ordinary people, without the slightest exaggeration.

Really speaking of his stature, Luke, who is 6.2 feet (191cm) tall, is nothing in front of German soldiers who are burly like little giants.

The muscles are even worse-the strong and powerful body of the Allied Superman looks a little "weak" in the face of a big guy who has taken steroid drugs.

Only from the appearance, this imposing German soldier is sturdy, just like an ancient warrior with a height of eight feet and a waist of eight feet.

The rock-like hard muscles almost broke through the uniform.

Quite a bit of a sturdy temperament of a devil muscle man!

"You look like a boy scout."

The German soldier glanced at the young brigadier general and sneered: "A product like you, thrown into the British barracks, should be very popular and well developed..."

The humiliating sarcasm did not irritate Luke. He turned his head to look at Stephanie and asked: "You said he is a'tank class', meaning there is a stronger Aryan Superman?"

"Yes. The three who defeated the Soviet army were Aryan Supermen of the Battleship Class. They are even more terrifying!"

Stephanie nodded and replied.

There was a little worry in her eyes.

Muscle is strength, physique determines everything!

This is a fact recognized by many people!

Therefore, even Luke showed a strong aura no less than the German Superman.

But Stephanie still has doubts. She has seen in Berlin how strong these "battleship-class" supermen are.

Tanks, bombers, thousands of soldiers...

Not an opponent!

As the Allied Superman Luke, I don't know if he can do it.

Thinking of this, Stephanie squeezed the Springfield rifle, ready to see that the situation was wrong, and supported the young brigadier general.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Julian. If you screw your head off and bring it back to Berlin, the Führer will definitely praise me vigorously, maybe I can be honored like Siegfried."

The burly German soldier said with a smile.

Luke didn't answer the call, and there was no need to waste time for the miscellaneous soldiers.

Generally speaking, the lines are reserved for important roles.

He stepped hard, and Stephanie, who was hiding behind the bunker, only felt the ground tremble.

The cracks in the spider web extended to the surroundings, and the tall and straight figure tore the air apart, creating a strong air current.

It was almost a breathing time and approached in front of the German Superman.

Make a fist with your right hand and smash it down without any fancy!

Luke at this time, compared with before, both power and speed have been greatly improved.

This feeling of improving every day and every night, and getting stronger every moment, once made him addicted.

The pleasure it brings is even more than the bed exercise that humans are passionate about.

"So fast……"

With a well-developed optic nerve, Julian can barely capture Luke's movement.

Feeling the heavy power coming, he immediately put away his contemptuous heart.

The super soldiers of the Allied forces are not bad!

Julian yelled, the strength in his body surged wildly, his muscles twisted into a ball.

Cross your arms and block your chest.

"Let me see your power first."

This thought flashed through Julian's mind.

If he had seen it with his own eyes, the mutant "Steel Shell" who was beaten to death by Luke would definitely not choose to do so.

In a battle with little difference in strength, giving up the initiative first is no different from suicide.

What's more, Luke's true combat power is far above Julian-but he doesn't know it!

Boom!

The fist hit Julian's arms, and nearly ten tons of terrifying force was poured into one point.

Almost before the German superman could react, his two arms "clicked" and broke directly from the elbow!

The force can twist the tank barrel, and the muscle fiber is like a strong arm tightening a steel wire, like being thrown into a mixer, and it instantly shakes into a rotten flesh!

The intense pain reached Julian's brain. Before he could scream, Luke's eyes condensed, and his left hand stuck out, pressing down on the thick shoulders of the German Superman.

Julian, who is burly physique, like a little giant, is like a child without the ability to resist. He can't stand the strong force, his legs are soft, and with a "boom", his knees hit the ground heavily.

"I heard that the head of Berlin regarded the Aryans as the most perfect race, and a super warrior like you is the'Aryan superman' considered by the Third Reich."

Luke lowered his head and looked down indifferently, "But it seems that it's nothing more than that."

"The great head of state..."

Julian's face was twisted, his arms exposed white Sensen's bone stubble, flesh and blood squirming hard, trying to recover from his injury.

He looked at Luke, his eyes became blazing white.

"Long live the Third Reich!"

The fanatical roar fell, and a quite astonishing energy wave formed a powerful dazzling light group that directly engulfed Luke.

Like a huge ball of lightning, the air was burnt with "sizzling" noises, and a scorched breath spread out.

The violent explosion sounded constantly.

The thick smoke rising up covered the battlefield, making it difficult to see the specific situation.

"It's over!"

Stephanie held the Springfield rifle with a solemn expression.

She didn't think that Luke could survive, she had to know that Aryan's most powerful attack method was to release the energy light group.

Even solid tanks can explode, not to mention the fragile flesh and blood of human beings.

"He is careless, he should be guarded against Julian's move!"

Stephanie thought annoyed.

Julian moved too fast, she didn't have time to remind Luke to be vigilant.

"Allied forces... the rescue failed."

Stephanie watched the tall figure coming out of the billowing smoke, preparing for the final struggle.

She can't run far anyway. Rather than running away in a hurry and being overtaken and killed by the enemy, she might as well fight to the death!

"Stephanie, you look nervous."

Immediately afterwards, a low voice sounded, letting Stephanie relax, who was tense.

She couldn't believe it, and subconsciously asked: "Why...you are not dead!"

The smoke caused by the explosion dissipated, and the figure that appeared was actually Luke!

He didn't know when he put on a suit like a steel armor, and removed the right palm that was firmly pressed on Julian's face. There were burnt black marks on the surface of his skin, and he was almost unscathed.

"Of course I'm still alive, Stephanie."

Luke grinned.

He raised his hand and picked up Julian who fell to the ground exhaustedly. After the German superman released the energy light ball, he degenerated into an ordinary person like a machine that had run out of electricity.

"At this level, you deserve to be called Superman?"

Luke curled his lips, the energy light group released by the other party contained destructive power, and it was indeed difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Even if it was himself, he suffered a little injury.

According to his estimation, an energy beam is almost equivalent to the explosive force produced by an anti-tank missile.

However, with the self-healing ability of Superman's template, in less than a minute, the scorched wound on his right palm recovered as before.