Superman

The battlefield on the Allied front was quiet.

Only the steel wreckage of the tank, as well as the flesh and blood limbs all over the floor, silently told the fierce scene of the previous battle.

"Madam, do you need live material?"

Luke dragged Julian, who had lost the ability to resist, and walked to Stephanie.

The latter shook her head. She brought back related technologies and knew the specific process of making Aryan Superman.

Besides, Stephanie has seen a lot of living specimens used for dissection in Berlin.

Bringing Julian around will only increase the risk, who knows when the opponent will regain his strength.

"OK then."

Luke smiled gently.

Then, he broke the German soldier's neck without hesitation.

After a short battle, he probably got the overall data of the "tank-class" Aryan Superman.

Strength, speed, defense, neural response, self-healing ability, etc...

Overall, stronger than the super soldier.

Even if Rogers has the name of "five-five captain", it may be a headache for the previous "tank class".

Unless you can hit the weakness, it is difficult to win.

However, these Aryan supermen seem to have a huge defect that they cannot fight for a long time.

Luke keenly discovered that after Julian released the energy light cluster in his body, his power and speed were degraded to the level of an ordinary person as if the battery was exhausted.

This may be the reason why the Axis powers have not yet launched a counterattack?

Aryan Superman is not suitable for long fighting?

A series of questions were temporarily held in his heart.

"To be honest, I am looking forward to meeting the Battleship Class."

Luke changed into the suit of steel armor and looked down at the fallen German soldier.

The strength of this "tank class" has not yet reached the point where it can change the war situation.

Unless the Axis powers can mass produce explosive troops, it is basically impossible to achieve victory through individual strategy.

Stephanie's eyes flickered. Although she was curious about the uniform of the Allied Superman, she didn't take the initiative to ask.

This is likely to be the secret technology of the Strategic Science Corps, and if you hear or hear it rashly, it will cause disgust.

"Brigadier General, the'battleship class' is several levels stronger than the'tank class'. Their recovery ability, physical fitness, and energy attack effect are several times that of the latter!"

The female agent lurking in Berlin reminded.

After seeing Luke fighting the "tank-class" Aryan Superman, she had a glimmer of hope for the future of the Allies.

However, it is still not optimistic to defeat the Axis powers.

There are hundreds of them in Berlin alone.

They are led by three more powerful "battleship classes", enough to form an invincible combat force.

On the Confederate side, there is only one Superman and one Luke.

"Stephanie, the Prime Minister can't wait to see you, and I can't wait to know the truth about these Aryan Supermen."

Luke walked ahead, and someone would come to clean up the battlefield later.

His task is to bring Stephanie back safely.

Nothing else.

"Thank you, Brigadier Cavill."

The female spy behind said quietly.

"Thank you for calling me Stephanie, it's been a long time since no one... has called me like that."

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...

"Holy General, do you want to continue tracking?"

The next day, a group of heavily armed German soldiers walked through the dense forest and came to the Allied front.

The guards here have already evacuated, leaving only a messy battlefield.

"Cancel the hunt. There is no Freya anymore, she has restored her previous identity and returned to London...this damn bitch!"

The holy general had his hands behind his back with a solemn expression.

The wreckage of the tank, the scattered limbs, and the traces of the energy explosion...

Everyone told the holy general that a fierce battle had taken place here.

"Is it the Superman of the Allied Forces who can fight against the existence of the'tank level'?"

He said to himself.

It can be seen that the Allied forces should have paid a heavy price to defeat the "tank class" Julian.

"The Superman of the Allies is nothing more than that. Far from being so exaggerated by the Allies!"

The Holy General came to a conclusion.

He carefully observed the scene and seemed to see that the Allied Superman and the ordinary soldier barely defeated Julian after untold hardships and won the final victory in the battle.

"General, we must assume that the core technology has fallen into the hands of the Allied forces, and we must also assume that the locations of other military factories have also been exposed, and we must take measures as soon as possible."

Said a blonde female adjutant.

Stephanie, who escaped, was once a core member of the "Aryan Superman" project.

She knows too much, has been deeply involved in the most critical projects, and has also taken away a part of the'Warden's Blood'!

This is undoubtedly the worst news!

"Transfer all the materials and scientific research personnel on Superman technology to the second base, and wash away all the inferior test subjects."

The holy general said coldly.

He wants to speed up his pace and strive to help the Third Reich gain a greater advantage before the Allied forces can create their superman.

"I hope... that head of state can listen and not be dazzled by the momentary victory."

The holy general was worried. He didn't dare to have too much hope for the mustache head of Berlin.

After all, that is a well-known master of micro-manipulation, with an extremely average military level, but he always likes to point fingers at war-fighting generals.

The series of failures faced by the Third Reich, the battle of Stalingrad, the landing of Normandy, and the counterattack in the Ardennes, the will of the head of state was everywhere.

A man with a mustache whose instigation ability, leadership ability and military command ability are inversely proportional.

This is the holy general's evaluation of the head of state.

"Return to Berlin. We almost ruled the world... almost!"

The German general sighed.

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London, underground fortress.

A few days later, in the prime minister's office.

As one of the heroes of the Allied forces, Stephanie put on a green dress, carried a briefcase, and sat on a chair.

Next to her was Brigadier General Cavill, who was sitting in great danger.

This time is different, even the senior staff are not there.

There are only three people in the office.

"Thank you, Stephanie."

The Prime Minister poured a glass of wine and handed it to the female spy who had been lurking in the enemy's nest for several years.

"You are the best member of MI6. I heard your name a long time ago. It turns out that you have indeed created a breathing opportunity for the Allies and rescued us from the terror created by the monsters in Berlin."

"Recently, I heard that many MPs dare to stay at home, not even going to the parliament hall. Because these cowards are afraid that Hitler and the demons under his hands will suddenly fall from the sky, lift the roof, and hang them all. On the street light!"

The Prime Minister said in a humorous and ironic tone, which eased the dignified atmosphere in the office.

"No, Prime Minister."

Stephanie took the wine glass, took a sip, and smiled: "Those Aryan supermen who were created, for the time being. At most, they can only move within the scope of the Third Reich."

"I have participated in this project and know their shortcomings. Aryan Superman cannot fight for a long time. The weakness of the'tank-class' is the eyes, and there are heavy firepower such as bazookas and anti-tank weapons. The'battleship-class' will become more tired and tired. The weaker."

"According to the experimental report, the latter's limit time is almost eight hours. Every time you start a full fight, you must take a period of rest to recover."

"So, for the time being, the Germans are at most defending their turf. But-after they have accumulated enough troops, that will be the beginning of disaster!"

Hearing Stephanie's answer, the Prime Minister didn't know whether to be happy or scared.

He turned his gaze to Luke, who was sitting opposite, and heard that this young brigadier had personally eliminated a "tank-class" Aryan Superman.

This news excited the high level of the Allies and effectively dispelled the fear of the frontline soldiers.

The defeat of the Soviet army made many people feel pessimistic.

The victory created by Luke has become a precious material for the allies to promote vigorously!

"I haven't played against the'battleship class' yet, and I don't know their strength."

Luke guessed the prime minister's idea, let him one-to-many, directly overwhelming all the Aryan Superman, this is simply unrealistic.

Hundreds of "tank-level", plus three "battleship-level" of unknown depth, I am afraid it is not to squeeze oneself out!

Moreover, he has no obligation to help the Allies live and die.

The brave and fearless super soldiers are just superficial, and they are too deep to enter the play.

"I think Stephanie must still have more critical information, otherwise the Germans would not have to hunt all the way from Berlin."

Luke threw the problem to the female spy next to him.

"Yes, I can help the Allies and create'Superman'!"

Stephanie said word by word.

Once this heavy news was revealed, there was a brief silence in the Prime Minister's office.

"Mean... the Allies can also have-Superman?"

After a while, with a "click", the cigar in the Prime Minister's hand fell on the table.

"I was placed in the Norwegian research group in 1941, and my undercover identity was the biologist Freya Bergen."

Stephanie whispered and whispered: "After Berlin confirmed that I was a Na (Na) supporter, I was recruited into the project team of the'Aryan Superman' project."

"I don't need to say more about the following story. In short, I managed to get to the core and got in touch with these—"

Stephanie opened the briefcase. In addition to a document, there was a glassware containing many irregular red spars.

The colors are bright, like crystal clear blood coral.

Blood of Woden!