Superman

"Although the emotional spectrum is something that is only available on the next studio, but the thinking and emotions of living bodies can inspire the green light's willpower!"

Luke, who swallowed the "green light disk," controlled the meager power of will, and the emerald light sprayed out like an invisible paintbrush, drawing out a pegasus with double wings on its back.

Sieglind, who was preparing for the bombing, looked shocked, and his brain briefly fell into a downtime.

What is this operation?

Where did the illusory, shadowy, emerald-green Pegasus emerge from?

"Fight later! I'll deal with a little trouble first!"

Luke, like Odin, the main god who controls the eight-legged horse in Norse mythology, instantly rose into the sky and flew towards the bomber group that flew over Paris.

The so-called "green light disk" is actually a one-time replacement for the lamp ring. It does not require the lamp to recharge, mainly for emergency purposes.

Its use time is very short, and its energy consumption is cleaned automatically.

"There is a problem with the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps. I don't even know the news of the Third Reich's bombing. Could it be that the Hydra gang is doing trouble again?"

Luke riding a Pegasus, drawn a light of forgiveness, chasing a Stuka bomber under the night sky.

The green light inspired by the power of will enveloped his body, free from the gravity of the earth.

"Oh my god! Sir, why didn't you tell me before you set off, you want to fight this monster?"

The pilot flying the Stuka bomber quickly asked the gunner to operate the 7.92 mm MG-17 machine gun.

Da da da!Da da da!

A long tongue of fire spurted out and hit Luke.

With the Kryptonian suit absorbing most of the kinetic energy, this little damage is like a tickling to him.

boom!

Throw a punch!

The straight wing of the all-metal structure was interrupted.

The bomber was like a bird with its broken wings, screaming sharply, and fell towards the ground.

"Next!"

Luke stopped and turned around proficiently and freely, like a predator hunter, flying towards the group of poor, weak and helpless bombers.

boom!Boom!Boom boom boom!

Groups of dazzling firelights, like fireworks, bloomed under the night sky.

The triumphant Baron Straker saw this scene through his binoculars, his face was blue and he was speechless with anger.

He didn't know how much it took to get the Saint General to allow Hydra to mobilize a group of Stuka bombers, and as a result, they would all be scrapped in less than a few minutes.

"Siegfried, is Siegmund not here yet?"

Baron Strak turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.

"In order to hide the sight of the Allied forces, they left the front line yesterday and headed for Paris. Counting the time, it should be in the city."

A generation of Zemo lowered his head and replied.

He was wise not to ask why Luke could transform into a Pegasus, let alone the fact that this Allied Superman punched a bomber and overturned the entire fleet.

"Let's withdraw first!"

Baron Straker pondered for a long time and made a decision.

Originally hiding in a corner that no one knew, watching the opponent fall into the terrible trap he carefully designed, and finally unable to break free with all his strength, he could only wait for death in despair-this is a very fulfilling thing.

But now, Baron Straker has lost this mood and the original sense of security.

He was afraid that in the next second, Luke would overturn the roof and appear in this house, using his bare hands to detonate the bomber's righteous fists, giving himself an unforgettable lesson.

Strong fear is like a seed, once it takes root and sprouts, it is difficult to erase.

"It doesn't matter whether the three "battleship class" of the Saint General can successfully defeat Luke Cavill, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Baron Strak saw the puzzled eyes of Zemo, and deliberately explained, "There is a saying in the East that smart people don’t stand under a wall that is about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is dangerous. It’s no longer a place to watch the excitement."

"The Holy General has given my soldiers the human body transformation of the'Wodden's Blood', and the Third Reich and him have lost their use value."

"For the sake of safety, we still leave first."

The generation of Zemo was a little stunned. Didn't he say that he wanted to capture Luke Cavill, sacrifice to the alien god, and complete the "distant star project"?

This hasn't started yet!

...

...

"Ok?"

A group of green light wrapped around his body, and Luke, who was like a human torch, raised his ears and heard the sound of an airplane engine starting a few blocks away.

He originally wanted to fly over and take a look, but it was a pity that, just like Ultraman whose energy was about to run out, the light of forgiveness flashed, which was a sign that the "green light disk" was about to be scrapped.

"We can only land first."

Luke scanned the city with his super vision, his sharp eyes caught a bright bald head and a sneaky figure wearing a mask.

"Hydra, they are really doing things."

He recognized one of them, it was Baron Stracker who had taken Bucky away in Fort Claus.

Silently recorded this guy in a small notebook, and waited for the Third Reich to be settled before going to trouble him.

Locking Sieglind's position, Luke manipulated the little remaining energy and landed on the ground.

"Madam, if you are willing to abandon the secrets and join the Allies to fight against the dictatorship and tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe the high level of the Allies will understand your difficulties and accept your surrender."

Just as Luke stood firmly, the green light of forgiveness shrouded him disappeared.

He looked at Sieglind, the opponent is worthy of being a "battleship class", and his recovery ability is extremely amazing.

Only a few minutes after I left, the two arms that had been stepped on had healed one after another.

"Brigadier General, your strength has won my respect. If you can throw yourself into the arms of the Third Reich, the Holy General will certainly give you generous rewards."

Sieglind said sincerely.

"I am already the youngest brigadier general of the Allied powers. After the war is over, I may be promoted to major general. It may not take a few years before I can sit on the seat of Secretary of Defense and then enter the White House... Tell me, the Holy General he can give What bargaining chip? The Third Reich cannot protect itself!"

Luke was unmoved, and Berlin could only write out bad checks.

Other than that, nothing can be given to him.

"It's a pity, Brigadier General, how nice you would be if you were a German. A strong and powerful man like you, combined with me, will definitely nurture the perfect gene beyond the'battleship class'."

Sieglind was blunt, and his blue eyes looked straight at Luke.

After the fierce battle just now, the German uniform could only cover the vitals, and large areas of skin were exposed to the air.

Pooh!

The wicked woman who greets me.

Luke did not squint, his face was righteous.

"Hey, Claudia, I am obviously much taller than this guy. Are you sure you don't think about me?"

A black-haired German soldier walked out of a house that was reduced to ruins during the bombing.

He is two meters tall, like a human-shaped statue cast in steel, and his gestures are full of power.

He also carried a bloody head in his right hand. It was a "tank-class" Allied soldier.

"Shut up! You said everything, call me Sieglind, you bastard!"

Sieglind said angrily.

"Siegmund, don't underestimate this brigadier general. He is more qualified to be called'Superman' than those inferior products. If we fight alone, any of us may not be his opponent!"

Two Aryan Supermen, blocking Luke's path one after another, suddenly became tense.

"Well, this guy is very good at fighting planes. He destroyed a bomber group with his bare hands. But the Holy General said, I am the most potential'battleship class', the real Aryan Superman!"

There is another figure.

Blond and blue-eyed, with tough features, wearing the same German uniform as Sieglind.

The man looked at Luke with a hint of excitement in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to start the battle between "Superman".

"Siegfried, you arrogant and idiot! This is not your personal show!"

Sieglind covered her face, she knew exactly what it would be like to despise Luke.

This young brigadier general of the Allied forces, as long as he has the upper hand, will never give the enemy a chance to breathe.

"I said, guys-are you finished talking?"

Luke moved his muscles and bones, the death knell's "Physique Master" skill card effect was still there, and he soon entered a state of combat.

The sharp eyes swept across the three "battleship class", and finally placed on Siegmund who was carrying the head of the Allied soldier.

"Now that the players are in place, the game begins!"

With a slightly cold voice, Luke stomped on the ground, and the power in his body surged like a tide.

The tall and straight figure turned into an afterimage, wrapped in a hurricane airflow, like a sports car that instantly speeded up, and instantly approached Sigmund.