Superman

"Although the emotional spectrum is something only found on the studio next door, the thoughts and emotions of living beings can inspire Green Lantern's will power to some extent!"

Luke, who swallowed the "green light disk", harnessed his meager power of will, and the emerald green light spurted out, like an invisible paintbrush, outlining a Pegasus with wings on its back.

Sieglinde, who was preparing for the bombing, looked shocked, and her brain briefly went into a state of shutdown.

What is this operation?

Where did that illusory Pegasus, which looked like a shadow and glowed with emerald green light, come from?

"We'll fight later! I'll deal with some trouble first!"

Luke, like Odin, the main god who rides an eight-legged horse in Norse mythology, instantly rose into the sky and flew towards the group of bombers passing over Paris.

The so-called "green light disk" is actually a one-time replacement for the light ring. It does not require charging of the light furnace and is mainly for emergency use.

Its use time is very short, and it will be automatically scrapped when the energy is exhausted. It is a unique prop of the Green Lantern Corps.

"There is a problem with the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps. We don't even know the news about the bombing launched by the Third Reich. Could it be that the Hydra guys are causing trouble again?"

Luke, riding a Pegasus, drew a forgiving light and chased a Stuka bomber under the night sky.

The green light inspired by the power of will enveloped his body and escaped the gravity of the earth.

"Oh my God! Sir, why didn't you tell me before you set off that you were going to fight this kind of monster?"

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

Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!

Long tongues of fire spurted out and hit Luke's body.

Since the Kryptonian suit absorbs most of the kinetic energy, this bit of damage is like scratching an itch for him.

boom!

Punch out!

The straight wings of the all-metal structure were interrupted.

The bomber was like a bird with broken wings, letting out a shrill scream and falling towards the ground.

"Next one!"

Luke stopped suddenly and turned around skillfully, like a hunter preying on prey, and flew towards the group of poor, weak and helpless bombers.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Groups of dazzling firelights bloomed like fireworks in the night sky.

The proud Baron Strucker saw this scene through the telescope, his face was livid, and he was so angry that he could not speak.

He didn't know how much talking he had to do to get the Holy General to allow Hydra to mobilize a group of Stuka bombers. As a result, all of them would be scrapped in less than a few minutes.

"Siegfried, hasn't Siegmund arrived yet?"

Baron Strucker turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.

"In order to hide from the Allied forces, they left the front line yesterday and headed towards Paris. Counting the time, they should be entering the city."

Generation Zemo lowered his head and replied.

He wisely did not ask why Luke could transform into a Pegasus, nor did he mention the fact that this Allied superman punched a bomber and knocked over the entire fleet.

"Let's retreat first!"

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

Originally hiding in an unknown corner, watching the opponent fall into the terrible trap carefully designed by himself, and finally trying his best to be unable to escape, and can only wait for death in despair - this is a very fulfilling thing.

But now, Baron Strucker has lost this mood and his original sense of security.

He was afraid that the next second, Luke would tear off the roof, appear in this house, and use his righteous iron fists to blow up the bombers with his bare hands, teaching himself an unforgettable lesson.

Strong fear is like a seed. Once it takes root and germinates, it is difficult to remove.

"Whether General Saint's three 'battleship classes' can successfully defeat Luke Cavill or not, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Seeing Zemo's confused look, Baron Strucker deliberately explained, "There is a saying in the East that smart people will not stand under a wall that is about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is very dangerous.

It’s no longer a place to watch the excitement.”

"The Holy General has given my soldiers the body modification of the 'Blood of Woden'. The Third Reich and him have lost their use value."

"To be on the safe side, we'd better leave first."

The first generation Zemo was a little stunned when he heard it. Didn't he say that he wanted to capture Luke Cavill, sacrifice him to the God of Aliens, and complete the "Far Star Project"?

This hasn’t even started yet!

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"Um?"

A ball of green light enveloped his body, like a human-shaped torch. Luke pricked up his ears and heard the sound of an airplane engine starting a few blocks away.

He originally wanted to fly over and have a look, but unfortunately, just like Ultraman who was about to run out of energy, the red light flashed and 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, and his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a shiny bald head and a sneaky figure wearing a mask.

"Hydra, they are really causing trouble."

He recognized one of them as Baron Strucker, who had taken Bucky away at Castle Cross.

Silently write this guy down in a notebook, and wait until the Third Reich is dealt with before looking for trouble with him.

Locking Sieglinde's position, Luke controlled the remaining energy and landed on the ground.

"Madam, if you are willing to abandon the dark side and surrender to the bright side, join the Allied Powers, and contribute to the fight against the dictatorship and tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe that the top leaders of the Allied Powers will understand your difficulties and accept your surrender."

As soon as Luke stood firm, the forgiving green light that shrouded his body disappeared.

He looked at Sieglinde, who was indeed a "battleship class" and whose recovery ability was extremely amazing.

He had only been away for a few minutes, but the two broken arms had already begun to heal.

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

Sieglinde said sincerely.

"I am already the youngest brigadier general in the Allied Powers, and I may be promoted to major general after the war. Maybe in a few years, I will be able to sit on the position of Secretary of Defense, and then enter the White House... Tell me, General Saint, what can he give

What bargaining chip? The Third Reich can’t even protect itself!”

Luke was unmoved, and Berlin could only issue blank checks one after another.

Apart from that, nothing can be given to him.

"What a pity, Commodore, it would be great if you were German. A strong and powerful man like you, combined with me, will definitely give birth to perfect genes that surpass the 'Battleship Class'."

Sieglinde spoke bluntly, looking straight at Luke with her blue eyes.

After the fierce battle just now, the German uniform could only cover his vital parts, leaving a large area of ​​skin exposed to the air.

Pooh!

The bad woman who lusts after my body.

Luke's eyes were straight and his face was upright.

"Hey, Claudia, I'm obviously much taller than this guy, are you sure you don't want to consider me?"

A black-haired German soldier walked out of a house that had been reduced to rubble by the bombing.

He is two meters tall and looks like a humanoid statue made of steel. His every move is full of power.

There is also a bloody head in his right hand, which is a "tank-level" Allied soldier.

"Shut up! I told you to call me Sieglinde, you bastard!"

Sieglinde said angrily.

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

Two Aryan supermen blocked Luke's path, one behind the other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Well, this guy is pretty good at jerking off. He destroyed a group of bombers with his bare hands. But General Saint said that I am the 'battleship class' with the greatest potential, the real Aryan superman!"

Another figure.

Blonde, blue-eyed, with strong features, wearing the same German uniform as Sieglinde.

This man looked at Luke with a hint of excitement, as if he couldn't wait to start this battle between "supermen".

"Siegfried, you arrogant and idiot! This is not your one-man show!"

Sieglinde covered her face, she knew exactly what would happen if she despised Luke.

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

"I said, everyone - are you done talking?"

Luke stretched his muscles, and the effect of Deathstroke's "Physical Master" skill card was still there, and he quickly entered combat mode.

His sharp eyes swept across the three "battleship classes" and finally landed on Siegmund, who was holding the head of the allied soldier.

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

The slightly cold voice fell to the ground, Luke stepped on the ground, and the power in his body surged like a tide.

The tall and tall figure turned into an afterimage, wrapped in the turbulent air current, like a sports car that accelerated instantly, approaching Siegmund in an instant.