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At the camp outside London,
A rather fiery ideological atmosphere prevailed as a group of men could be seen practicing.
Luke took Dr. Zola with him and stood on a hill not far away.
Those soldiers who had been successfully transformed have undergone tremendous changes in height and physique.
Looking at strong men with a height of two meters, wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt,
The very obvious outlined bulging muscles.
Luke was worried that their overdeveloped muscles would tear their clothes and then stage a sudden burst of exciting scenes.
This was a week after the implementation of the 'Allied Superman' program. Over three hundred people were the first recipients, and only twenty-six people managed to survive three mutations.
As for the twenty-fourth variations, the 'battleship-class,' only Captain America did it.
In Stephanie's words, 'Captain Rogers is the most amazing test subject I have ever seen.'
But even after several painful transformations, they weren't ready for the battlefield.
Just yesterday, an inflated soldier felt so powerful that he tried to lift a jeep parked in the camp.
Before he could do so, the whole man's skin ruptured, and his bones broke. He was mercilessly crushed into a pulpy mass by the jeep.
Stephanie specifically explained this accident. Now, those soldiers were like half-built planes. Trying to take off forcibly would only cause the body to collapse.
It takes a period of training and adaptation to become a real 'tank-class' and 'battleship-class' soldier.
"Dr. Zola, you have been involved in 'Wöden's Blood research for quite some time; how much do you know about the composition of the red crystals and the principle of transforming the human body?"
Luke looked out into the distance, his mind floating.
Allied Command has sent word that three "battleship-classes" have been deployed from Berlin, leading an army and forming battle squadrons.
Right now, no one on the battlefield can stop them.
According to the information obtained by the Strategic Science Reserve, Siegmund's battle squadron is advancing to the east.
Although at the beginning of the battle, the Soviets stubbornly held their positions.
However, due to the heavy losses of soldiers and weapons, they had to retreat.
Siegfried's battle squadron recaptured Ploiesti and secured the Third Reich's oil supply.
This made Axis powers, which had already lost momentum, appear to have seen a glimmer of hope for a rise.
Sieglinde's battle squadron was active in Free-French territory, and the entire force, led by an Aryan Superman, penetrated the Allied defensive lines and pushed straight to Paris.
Two days ago, Charles de Gaulle made a public speech on the radio.
He said that he would insist on resistance, never retreat, and will liberate France.
Despite the official rhetoric, the situation of the Allies wasn't optimistic, and they are losing ground on the battlefield.
Luke reckoned it won't be long before the Allies send someone to invite him over.
After all, saying a lot of pretty words aren't as effective as taking practical actions.
If Berlin's 'battleship-classes' continues to advance without any obstacles, London might as well surrender with a white flag.
"Brigadier-General Sir, the composition of those red crystals is very odd and can't be fully analyzed for a while. Although the synthesis process is simple, the yield is low, and the cultivation time is about six months."
Dr. Zola was respectful, like an intern who reported to his boss, "It has the effect of stimulating the body's cells and catalyzing growth, but because the process is relatively straightforward and brutal, it can cause a degree of painful reactions from the subject."
"For you, General, the effect of Wöden's Blood is almost negligible."
"If an ordinary man is a bowl, and a super soldier like Captain Rogers is a barrel, then you are the ocean."
"The first two could widen the amount of water they can carry through external forces, but you don't need it at all."
Luke gladly accepted Dr. Zola's praise and felt that this Hydra chief scientist could become a top-notch employee.
He speaks well and is efficient. He is a talented person who was worth collecting.
"However, Brigadier-General Sir, I have other findings."
Dr. Zola looked up and glanced at him and found Luke's face calm, unable to see any specific emotion.
Flattery and compliments wouldn't easily impress the young General, so it was better to show one's ability.
Then, Dr. Zola said, "After deciphering the ancient document brought by Ms. Stephanie and referring to the three 'battleship-class' in Berlin, I have a bold idea."
"Perhaps Wöden's Blood's true purpose isn't to strengthen the body, but to transform cells into a more efficient medium for storing energy."
"That's why the Aryan Superman in Berlin was able to unleash an amazingly destructive energy attack directly through his eyes."
"However, due to the low conversion rate of the energy stored in the body cells, the absorption couldn't keep up with the output, and even the 'battleship-class' could only last for eight hours in combat."
Luke nodded with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Dr. Zola's idea is fascinating and maybe the closest to the correct answer.
"If I want you to improve it a little bit, ignore the strengthening of the human body and focus on increasing the energy conversion rate of the cells in the body. Can you do that?"
Luke asked in a gentle tone.
He had long wanted to develop Superman's heat vision ability, and 'Wöden's Blood' is just the thing to do it.
There's no need to bask in the sun quietly. Sometimes using external force was a good idea.
Dr. Zola thought for a moment, then nodded his head and said, "No problem."
With the help of that ancient document, it isn't tricky to fulfill Luke's request.
"However, Brigadier-General Sir ..."
Hydra's chief scientist hesitated, reminding, "'Wöden's Blood' stimulates the human body with side effects, it shortens the life cycle, and the more you use the ability, the more it consumes."
The ancient 'Brood' developed 'Wöden's Blood' technology to produce war machines.
They didn't want to create a new and perfect, superhuman race.
Therefore, it's reasonable that it had defects.
"Don't worry about it, Dr. Zola."
Luke didn't have any reaction after hearing that.
Although he didn't know how long the Kryptonians' natural life span is, he thought it would be no less than that of Asgardians, who often lived over a thousand years.
For humans, a few decades may account for most of their lives.
But in the eyes of other races, this may be just a short period.
'If Kryptonians were determined to survive, they may have lived long after the planet exploded."
This thought flashed through Luke's mind. But the idea of this planet beneath the feet was likely the heart of one of the cosmic entities, Eternity; an explosion wasn't too realistic.
"Rogers is a stubborn guy."
Accepting the 'Wöden's Blood' transformation and shortening the life cycle isn't a big problem in Luke's opinion.
However, for Captain America, who is a normal human being, it was worse.
Luke also especially reminded Rogers before taking part in this project.
Unfortunately, the latter didn't choose to back down.
"I want to see the results as soon as possible."
Luke said indifferently as he collected his thoughts.
There isn't much time left for him and the Allies.
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Bletchley Manor,
The temporary headquarters of the Strategic Science Reserve.
Carter, wearing a civilian uniform, held two telegrams in her hand, and her flat-heeled shoes made 'clicking' sounds on the stairs.
As soon as she pushed the door open, she heard Luke lazily say, "Let me guess, the Allies want me to lead an attack, go to Paris to stop Sieglinde's advance?"
"I remembered two days ago; the Prime Minister calmly said that the Allies could hold up for the time being, so we shouldn't feel too much pressure."
The leader of the Strategic Science Reserve sat by the window, with his long legs on the edge of the window sill and his chair tilting backward to maintain balance.
The afternoon sun came in and fell on his body.
The whole person seemed to be immersed in warm light, making people who saw it feel calm and drowsy.
"Did you hear me talking downstairs?"
Carter put away one of the telegrams because Luke guessed it completely.
The Allies couldn't hold out in the end and decided to send their own Superman to give the Germans a good show!
No one thought that the Third Reich would take the initiative to attack, and it has only been a short time since the truce.
General Sankt's speed in rectifying the chaos and stabilizing the situation was somewhat unexpected by the Allied higher-ups.
"What about the other one?"
The female agent put her hands behind her back as if to prevent Luke from peeking.
"The President's praise. After all, the only recent victory for the Allies was when I took out the Berlin 'tank-class' soldier. If I wasn't in London, the President certainly couldn't wait to give me the Major General rank."
Luke said with his eyes closed.
The Allies urgently needed a victory to inspire people, and even more, needed a powerful soldier to stop the Third Reich's advance.
As for the right candidate, there was no doubt that it was the young Brigadier General who is basking in the sun right now.
Therefore, the White House felt the need to seriously pull together to avoid the British taking advantage of the situation.
"You're right!"
Carter reacted with surprise.
The second telegram was from the White House.
"I still have a lot of qualities you don't know about, Peggy."
Luke finished his leisure activity in the sun today, stood up, and said, "It's time to see Steve. I hope he could adapt to his transformed body and go to the battlefield with me."
After these days of active training, the 'tank-class' soldiers had reached operational standards.
The 'battleship-class' Rogers is still being tested and couldn't be confirmed to participate in the battle for the time being.
"Ms. Stephanie said that Rogers adapted quickly."
Carter blinked, paused, and asked, "I just talked with Colonel Philips for a while. He was a little worried about you."
"Now that the Allies have a new Superman, your position may decline, and you will no longer be valued as before."
Luke's eyes flashed, showing no evident emotion.
Not mentioning the British Prime Minister and the White House President, they both treated him very well.
This was just a particular case during the war. When the curtains fall, and the smoke clears, the title of 'war hero' would be worthless.
But Luke was prepared.
The military bigwigs he met through Colonel Philips wouldn't be too far behind in his future success.
Besides, he demonstrated enough ability. Getting rid of the futile Brigadier General rank, and gaining an actual powerful position, shouldn't be a problem.
Luke had thought it over. When the war is over, the Strategic Science Reserve would be reorganized and put under his hand.
This is the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D.; their future development is unlimited.
As for the 'Supermen' who came out with serums and injections?
Luke never took it seriously. A low success rate of 1 in 5,000, plus the cost of cultivation and the side effects of a shortened life cycle, made it difficult for them to enter the world stage.
What the military cared about was always weapons that could be produced in batches.
'Wöden's Blood' is just like Tony Stark's iron suit, it looks eye-catching, but it was unrealistic to promote.
"No one can threaten my position, Peggy."
Luke smiled confidently.
He will show the Allies that there is still a massive gap between Superman and Super-"humans" challenging to bridge.
"All right. It's your style, Luke."
Carter shrugged her shoulders, saying, "You can always trust me, General Cavill."
In the eyes of many, Luke is simply a legend that constantly created miracles and surprises people.
No matter how unbelievable the things that come out of his mouth, people would feel normal.
So much so that members of the Strategic Science Reserve had become accustomed to Luke's usual mantra of 'basic operations, don't be surprised,' and took it as a classic line, which was often quoted.
Now, as long as something unexpected happened, everyone could calmly say it's just basic operations.
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Outside London, army camp.
Boom!
A huge explosion!
The blazing white energy formed a ring of light, like a ball of lightning released!
A Churchill infantry tank seemed to have been hit by several mines; even with a solid and thick steel body, it was suddenly thrown to the ground.
The flames rose to the sky, followed by an explosion.
When the powerful wave dissipated, only a pile of burning wreckage remained.
"Is this the power of a Super Soldier after being enhanced once again?"
Luke, who stood not far away, smiled. He saw Captain America hurl his shield with force, tearing the air out with a sharp roar.
The other tank fired a shell that directly flew out.
Then, Rogers took a giant leap to catch the descending vibranium shield.
With both hands, he abruptly broke the barrel of the tank!
"Yes, this is the 'battleship-class' soldier."
Stephanie, with her hands on her heart, looked at Captain America with a satisfied look and whispered, "I focused on strengthening Captain Rogers' physical fitness and weakening his energy attack, which can improve his survival rate on the battlefield. Even if a naval cannon hit him, he would still have a chance of survival."
"What about the 'tank-class' soldiers?"
The corners of Luke's mouth twitched. This was as if they were training Captain America to be a meat shield.
The most poisonous hits, the thickest armor -- sounds like a good fit for Rogers.
After all, he was beaten so many times since he was a child and tenaciously survived.
"Yes, I made them into real 'tanks.'"
Stephanie pushed her glasses. There weren't as many Supermen on the Allied side as they do in Berlin.
Therefore, they could only take the defensive route and hold on as long as possible.
"Good idea."
Luke nodded and walked towards Rogers, who overturned two tanks in succession.
"How does being a 'Superman' feel like?"
He asked with a smile.
"I've never been better!"
Rogers said excitedly.
He felt a steady stream of strength in his body, like a flood of water rushing freely.
"Well, your pectoral muscles are indeed stronger than ever."
Luke couldn't help but glance at it, not that he had some kind of indescribable thought about the American captain.
The two pectoral muscles were too flashy and eye-catching.
"Is that all you noticed?"
Rogers was somewhat disappointed.
He just overturned two tanks!
"What else? I've been punching tanks and kicking trucks for a long time, haven't I? That's nothing new!"
Luke said solemnly.
He patted Captain America on the shoulder, indicating 'you still have a long way to go, little brother.'
Now, the enemy was only the super-soldiers of the Third Reich.
The crisis to be dealt with in the future may be alien races, dimensional gods, and cosmic overlords.
Those aren't the kind of problems a vibranium shield can solve!
"Steve, get ready to fight."
Luke looked at the flaming tank wreckage and whispered, "We are going to Paris."
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Paris, Place de l'Étoile.
With Sieglinde as the core of the battle group, they took over the sparsely populated empty city without much effort.
Since penetrating the Allied lines, they hadn't encountered any decent resistance.
Regular troops, or sporadic resistance forces, were as vulnerable as unarmed children in front of Sieglinde.
The bazooka rocket launchers of the Allied forces and tank group artillery bombardment didn't play a prominent role.
"Berlin sent a telegram, an hour later, begun bombing. "
Under the Arc de Triomphe, the senior officer wearing the Hydra armband shouted.
The cold voice echoed through the empty star-shaped square and carried far away.
Standing at the top of the Arc de Triomphe, Sieglinde looked out at the silent city, frowning, as if puzzled.
As early as the 1940s, the Third Reich carried out blitz invasions of several lowland countries in Western Europe.
With the roar of tanks and artillery, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg surrendered one after another and became occupied areas.
Once the European hegemon, France ultimately gave up its resistance after the German army bypassed the Maginot line and began to attack the south.
As a result, Paris became an 'undefended city.'
Like a pitiful naked girl, she was ravaged by the big German man and ravaged wantonly.
The French government, which was supposed to organize a last-ditch rebellion, made a surprisingly quick decision to go into exile in Tours, Western France.
Seeing the politicians sitting on the throne running away, the remaining two million Parisians also fled with them.
Afterward, the French government claimed that--
'If they continue to resist, they will only cause the unnecessary sacrifice of soldiers and civilians, and Paris, with its long tradition as a civilization, will be flattened and reduced to rubble.'
'To preserve the light of civilization in Paris and the life and property of the French people, they should simply surrender.'
It was necessary to say that these people were really logical geniuses, and the Allies had simply found a treasure.
So, when the torrent of German steel passed through the Place de la Concorde, it met no decent resistance at all.
Paris, known as the 'city of love,' is under the shadow of the Third Reich.
You should know that at that time, France was the country with the strongest armed forces.
There were tens of thousands of large caliber guns, over 2 million infantries, and over 3,000 tanks.
In the end, no one expected that it took only 40 days for the French to surrender.
It lasted 36 days, Greece successfully resisted for 56 days, and Norway lasted almost a few months.
In contrast, as the dominant player in Europe, France really looked awful, so much so that it later became a well-known tragedy.
Since then, a variety of 'insulting remarks' emerged, gradually forming a trend.
For example, 'No one can take over Paris before France surrenders,' 'The French military salute is to raise your hands above your head,' 'Only diminutive men and women can save France', and so on.
'I don't understand why the General wants me to take over an uninhabited city. Paris has long fallen, and even though it was taken back by the Allies, it has little value. '
Under the dense night sky, Sieglinde crossed her arms in front of her chest, wondering.
She was one of the 'battleship-class' created by Berlin. She has long golden hair, considered a trait of Aryan noble bloodline, which falls behind her shoulders in a long braid.
She is nearly 2 meters tall, physically fit, strong and powerful, and emitted a strong aura. No one could take her lightly.
At Sieglinde's heels were the 'tank-class' soldiers in heavy German armor, a total of 34 men.
Originally there were 40 men; 6 soldiers were sacrificed against tanks, snipers, and rocket launchers.
They were scattered around the Arc de Triomphe, maintaining necessary vigilance.
Such a team penetrated the Allied lines in Free-France and pushed its way unimpeded to Paris, scaring the Allied top brass.
"This was the battle plan developed by General Guderian. In another hour, the whole of Paris will be in flames!"
The senior officer with the Hydra armband, standing under the Arch, tilted his head and shouted.
The bombing of Paris was an order given by Berlin.
This morning, the Third Reich made a threatening public speech to the Allies.
The other side claimed that unless the Western Allies withdrew to their own territory and announced their surrender--
London and New York will be reduced to rubble, just like Paris.
"Why do I get the impression that he wants the Allies to put all their forces in Paris? "
Sieglinde narrowed her eyes and jumped off the Arc de Triomphe.
Falling from a height of 50 meters to the ground did not affect this female 'battleship-class' soldier.
With a slight bend in her legs,
She removed the force of her fall and walked up to the senior officer.
"Tell me, what kind of surprise did Hydra prepare for the Allies?"
Sieglinde looked at the senior officer who came to supervise the war. She was a head taller than the other, and she spoke with a condescending tone.
"You don't need to know, Ms. Klaudia!"
The senior officer called Sieglinde by her real name and whispered, "You are a weapon of the Third Reich. Your only task is to execute orders and obey. "
"My name is Sieglinde. "
This 'battleship-class' female soldier raised her eyebrows. The blonde hair hanging down to her waist fluttered suddenly.
"That's the character in the opera. The reason why General Sankt gives you such a name is just ..."
Before the senior Hydra officer could finish speaking, Sieglinde quickly extended her right hand and grabbed her opponent directly by the neck.
She lifted the guy as if she was lifting a chicken.
To her, the human body is as fragile as a piece of paper,
Which could be crumpled at any time.
"I am Sieglinde, the 'Valkyrie' of the empire. This is the honor bestowed upon me by the General. And, what I ask, you answer. Don't talk too much. This isn't Berlin. It's prevalent for soldiers to die on the battlefield. "
Sieglinde's lips pursed, and a cold smile escaped.
The wispy white energy around her body resembled curved arcs of electricity that kept jumping.
If she wanted to, she could turn this self-righteous coward into a pile of charcoal in just a few moments.
"General Sankt decided to put the final battlefield in Paris to attract the attention of Allies! Forcing the Allies to counterattack by sending their underdeveloped 'Supermen'!"
The senior officer wearing the Hydra armband isn't some stubborn, weak-minded person.
After being threatened with words by Sieglinde, he told her what he knew.
Who told him to see it with his own eyes? This 'battleship-class' female soldier blasted a tank into scrap metal.
Countless Allied soldiers have died at the hands of the other party, and there's no need to become one of those poor souls.
"The final battlefield ... means that the Superman of the Allied countries may come?"
Sieglinde loosened her palm and ignored the senior Hydra officer, who was shivering with fear.
All three 'battleship-classes' are very interested in the Allied Superman, a 'legendary' war hero by Roosevelt and Churchill.
If they could wring the other side's head, it will undoubtedly bring a devastating blow to the Allies' morale.
'Do I ... want this credit?'
Sieglinde thought so.
She and Siegmund were unhappy that only Siegfried was honored by the Führer.
General Sankt was busy stabilizing the situation in Berlin and completely ignored this problem.
The so-called 'Aryan Supermen' were no different from other soldiers.
They also need to be recognized. They need a medal that symbolizes honor, not just as a propaganda object for the Axis Powers.
'I wish the allied Superman would come sooner so that I could get an Iron Cross. Spare that bastard Siegfried from showing off his Knight's Cross awarded by the deceased!'
Sieglinde's thoughts diverged, and she quietly waited for the bombing.
Forty minutes later, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes condensed a little and looked into the distance.
In the night sky, where the stars and moon are dim, there seem to be several transport planes flying over.
Vaguely, one can see that it was the flag of the Allies!
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The transport plane lowered their altitude, and the soldiers with parachute packs on their backs dropped down like dumplings.
A moment later, tiny flowers bloomed in the night sky.
The Allied aircraft didn't dare to come too close to the Place de l'Étoile. The Aryan Supermen of the Third Reich had already proved their ground-to-air combat capability with countless scrapped bombers.
"Steve, beware of possible 'tank-class' soldiers. "
Luke landed near Champs-Élysées, a famous spot in Paris, a latter-generation shopping destination where luxury stores and high-end restaurants were located.
However, there's only a mess now.
After the fall of Paris, flags of the Third Reich were hung on both sides of the street, and there were notices for recruiting reserve troops.
"According to the Strategic Science Reserve intelligence, there were only Sieglinde and about 30 'tank-class soldiers' in Paris. "
Rogers wore a star-spangled banner uniform and a metal helmet similar to that of a pilot. With a round shield behind his back.
Next to him were fierce men in full military armor, with a strong presence.
The 'tank-class' of the Allied side had a total of 28 people.
With Luke, whose strength is still unclear, and Rogers of the 'battleship-class.'
This time, it could be said that they would fight to get rid of Sieglinde and cut off a powerful arm of the Third Reich.
"Don't blindly trust Allied intelligence. Don't forget, Dr. Erskine died at the military base in Brooklyn. In terms of infiltration, undercover, and assassination, the Strategic Science Reserve has never been a match for Hydra. "
Luke smiled with a hint of vigilance in his eyes and whispered, "Why did Berlin capture Paris again? The strategic value of this city is very ordinary. Instead of sending an Aryan Superman deep into the hinterland, it was better to let Sieglinde wander around and destroy the Allied defense lines. "
"Guderian is the Imperial Eagle of the Third Reich. He won't do meaningless things. Allied Command also agreed with this point, and they feel that Berlin must be planning a terrible scheme. "
Rogers scratched his head; his face looked puzzled.
Perhaps because of the 'Wöden's Blood' transformation, Captain America has added all of his attribute points to strength this time. Still, his command ability and leadership qualities have been significantly weakened.
"The destination was the Arc de Triomphe at the Place de l'Étoile. Six people in a team move swiftly. "
Luke didn't say much about the Aryan Supermen of the Third Reich, which the Allies knew little of.
Stephanie provided most of the information held by the Strategic Science Reserve.
They only knew that 'tank-class' soldiers are invulnerable to guns and swords, but their weakness lies in their weak eyes.
For the 'battleship-class' soldiers, they had to dispatch naval cannons or even use a wide area of gunfire to really hurt them.
Other aspects of the data, such as strength, speed, reaction ability, and so on, were blank.
Even with Rogers as a reference, it was difficult for the Allies to make a clear, concise, and practical operational plan.
Therefore, the British Prime Minister and the President in the White House could only pin their hopes on Luke.
Pray that this Allied Superman can once again create a miracle and save the world.
"We are inferior to the Germans in number, so remember not to spread out, keep the formation and advance steadily. "
Before leaving, Luke seriously said, "If you meet Sieglinde, evacuate quickly and leave her to Steve and me. "
"A 'tank-class' soldier is like a newborn baby in front of her -- this is Ms. Stephanie's own words. "
Those sturdy 'tank-class' Allied soldiers nodded their heads one after another.
This unit, code-named 'Colossus,' is led directly by Luke.
After a few days of friendly exchanges, these strong men have sincerely respected the young Brigadier General in front of them.
After all, not everyone could afford the other person's persuasive way of reasoning with your fist.
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"Allied Superman versus Sieglinde is really a good show. "
A few blocks away, Baron Strucker was watching the Arc de Triomphe with a Gertz telescope.
Behind him stood a man wearing a strange mask, who said in a harsh voice: "I still don't understand why you're so attached to Luke Cavill; what's so special about him?"
"Of course, you wouldn't understand, Zemo. "
Baron Strucker took his eyes away from the telescope, turned around, and said, "I absorbed part of Red Skull's influence and learned a more profound secret about Hydra. "
"He is Dr. Erskine's serum creation, the first-generation super-soldier. Steve Rogers and Luke Cavill are the second generations. But don't you find it strange that the same serum had created three different super soldiers?"
The man called 'Zemo' was lost in thought and didn't say anything.
He was not the one who caused the Avengers to engage in a civil war in the future - the name Baron Zemo was passed down from generation to generation, not explicitly referring to a single person.
The first generation 'Baron' appeared in front of Baron Strucker, whose real name was Heinrich Zemo, was a staunch fan of the Third Reich and later joined Hydra.
"I suspect that Abraham Erskine had hidden other technical aspects. You know, he was also a member of the Ahnenerbe Institute. The name and history of Hydra came from that place. "
Baron Strucker narrowed his eyes and analyzed them carefully.
"Many people think that Red Skull is the leader of hydra. Hehe, he just inherited one of the forces. I and Madam Viper, who is active in the Pacific battlefield, are not as flashy as Red Skull, preferring to hide behind the scenes. So, we allowed him to stand center stage. "
The first generation Zemo nodded, the history of the Hydra; this is longer than others think, specifically back to the Mayan civilization.
The Ahnenerbe Institute has initially been a unique institution created by the Führer to satisfy his own longing for occultism and specialized in searching for historical relics related to myths.
Like the Lance of Longinus and 'Wöden's Blood' transformation technology from ancient Egypt, they were all unintentional gains.
Dr. Erskine, who betrayed the Third Reich and took refuge in the Allies, was once a member of the Ahnenerbe Institute. He was also involved in the excavation of Hydra.
With this in mind, Zemo frowned and asked, "What do you think he's hiding?"
"Inhuman! I especially investigated Luke Cavill. He is mighty, far beyond the realm of super soldiers. "
Baron Strucker's eyes twitched a little, and he spoke with certainty.
"Do you remember the history of Hydra? We're bringing back the banished 'God'! I suspect that Luke Cavill has alien blood; otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Erskine chose him; before that, he and Steve Rogers were just two ordinary people in Brooklyn. "
Baron Strucker really has a "brilliant mind" and could link Inhuman and Luke together.
If Luke knew this guess, he wouldn't want to laugh out loud.
"So, you want to use General Sankt's power and Aryan Supermen to control Luke Cavill, and then sacrifice him to the God of the Inhumans, as a sacrifice for the 'Project Distant Star'!"
The first generation Zemo was worthy of being a high-ranking member of the Hydra and quickly smoothed out Baron Strucker's thoughts.
The so-called 'Project Distant Star' is an offering sent to the banished Inhuman at regular intervals -- the object used is the Monolith excavated by the Ahnenerbe Institute.
No one knows where the other end of the portal leads to.
However, what is certain is that.
The Inhuman 'god' who once almost ruled this planet,
Is waiting to be welcomed back on the other side of the portal.
"It's a perfect idea. "
Zemo applauded.
"However, what if Luke Cavill is not of Inhuman blood, or Sieglinde isn't his match?"
Baron Strucker, smiling like the mastermind behind a sure victory, said, "It doesn't matter; I'm just helping the Third Reich to clear the hurdles while verifying my suspicions."
"You think there's only one 'battleship-class' in Paris?"
"There are two more powerful Aryan Supermen like Sieglinde!"
"They're on their way!"
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Boom!
The Distortion Halo, like electric light, poured out on the tank-class soldiers wearing Allied uniforms.
The latter's shoulder looked like it had been hit by a cannonball, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood, and the white stubble of the bone was exposed, which was particularly shocking.
However, this 'tank-class' Allied soldier didn't fall; instead, he ran into the enemy like a bull in desperation.
Dong!
The two figures rolled into a ball and grappled with each other.
Compared with the 'tank-class' of the Third Reich, Allied soldiers are more thick-skinned and can withstand the opponent's output.
He clutched his enemy's waist as hard as he could, and his companion rushed up, snagging firmly on the neck and twisting hard!
As if picking fruit from a tree, the fragile neck bone was snapped off, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The sturdy body fell to the ground with a 'thud.'
This fierce battle began 5 minutes ago.
Sieglinde's battle group, in teams of three, and allied soldiers in teams of six, met on the street that they had to pass before they could reach the Arc de Triomphe.
Unexpected encounter, an instant outbreak!
The Allied side reinforced their soldiers towards heavy combatants.
They are focusing on reforming the body and strengthening their defense.
Accordingly, their Distortion Halo is weakened, and the lethality was reduced.
The 'tank-class' soldiers made by the Third Empire are a bit more comprehensive.
They had more time to master their own abilities, and their overall combat power is higher than that of the Allied side.
That's why Luke arranged a team of six people to avoid fighting alone as much as possible.
Boom, boom, boom!
A loud explosion sounded!
Seeing the compatriots killed, the remaining two 'tank-class' soldiers combined their efforts to send a wave of dazzling light that enveloped the entire street.
The strong airflow was like a rolling hurricane that blew down all the street lamps.
The terrifying energy was like a flood of light that poured out of the sky in a flash!
The Allied soldiers who just broke the enemy's neck couldn't escape being caught in it.
No matter how thick-skinned he is, his defensive power is impressive, but he couldn't stop this kind of fierce attack.
In a few moments, the whole person was stripped of flesh and skin by the high temperature, leaving only a charred black skeleton.
"Fall back!"
The leader of the six-man team quickly dodged backward to avoid being hit.
Their strength is their numbers and defensive power, and they can fight the Third Empire's "tank-class" in a battle of attrition.
Once you fall into the disadvantage of a Distortion Halo bombardment, you have to retreat in time -- this was Luke's plan.
In his words, 'There is no need for rules when dealing with Nazis; everyone should work together.'
'However, when the situation turns bad, you should know how to retreat strategically, not just mindlessly charge.'
"Let me help!"
Before the Allied team, which lost one person, exited the street, a tall figure in the Star-Spangled Banner uniforms appeared behind them.
"Follow me!"
Rogers held the vibranium shield in front of him and strode forward like a Spartan warrior guarding the mountain pass.
The powerful Distortion Halos poured down on the round shield like a tidal wave, but it didn't cause the slightest damage.
'Luke is correct; as long as I raise my shield, the enemy's attack will focus on one point and won't attack any other vital issues on my body. '
Rogers broke through the combined power of two 'tank-class' soldiers and forced his way in front of them with a single dash.
The metal shield drew an arc, just like swinging a powerful downward hook to fly the enemy in front of it.
Later, Rogers followed up with a Dragon Crash kick and kicked the German soldier who hadn't reacted yet.
The other's abdomen contracted, bent like lobster, and their bodies rolled and smashed into a glass window on the side of the street.
"Don't scatter; go to the next street and join the others!"
Easily defeating the two enemies, Rogers turned around and said so.
The tactics they adopted were to form an encirclement in groups of six and advance towards the Arc de Triomphe.
The Allied soldiers nodded and withdrew from the streets in an orderly manner.
"Another enemy is coming. "
Someone warned.
Not far away, three figures in German uniforms came quickly.
"I can handle it!"
Rogers grinned and clenched the vibranium shield with his right hand.
Explosive energy erupted from both eyes.
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"I don't know how Steve's side is doing, but I hope he doesn't run into Sieglinde; that German bitch isn't to be messed with. "
Luke was walking along the wide street leading to the Place de l'Étoile. He was eager to see how strong the 'battleship-class' soldiers could be.
He didn't team up with other Allied soldiers and walked alone.
It's just that Captain America, who could stand up to Sieglinde, wandered around to solve those 'tank-class' German soldiers and form a complete encirclement.
According to the intelligence of the Strategic Science Reserve, Sieglinde is the only 'battleship-class' in Paris. If numbers surround Sieglinde, Rogers may get rid of the other party -- this was Allied Command's plan.
In their eyes, Luke served more of a command role.
It isn't very realistic to battle a 'battleship-class' head-on.
'Hmm? I'm being approached voluntarily. '
Suddenly, Luke stopped in his tracks, and a strong sense of wariness rose in his eyes.
He heard a strong heartbeat, like a drum roll.
"Sieglinde?"
At the end of the street, a vigorous figure appeared under the night sky.
The well-fitted German uniform outlined the exaggerated lines of a woman.
The golden hair braids windlessly moved as if free from gravity.
"the Allied Superman?"
Sieglinde's voice was slightly hoarse, and her sharp gaze pierced Luke as if to see through the man.
"I thought you would be older than this boy scout appearance. "
"A guy named Julian told me something similar, and then -- he died. "
Luke's mouth curled; he didn't look nervous at all.
He felt a vigorous and robust vitality from Sieglinde, like a flaming fireball, releasing great light.
She's a worthy opponent!
"I'm not a rude man who likes to hit women, but there's no need to pay attention to such things on the battlefield, right?"
Luke seemed to build up his strength, taking each step slowly but powerfully.
The solid ground slightly vibrated, opening fine cracks like cobwebs.
"I only hope you don't cry like a woman, Brigadier General. "
Sieglinde's eyes were slightly heated, and a bright white light filled them.
Like a ball of lightning, the Distortion Halo burst out and blasted toward Luke, who was coming towards her.
The latter didn't choose to resist and dodged the attack with a side step.
The terrifying energy poured into the street, forming an explosive and powerful wave that turned into a fierce gale.
'It's about the lethality of a rocket, and it won't do me any harm. '
Luke judged roughly, and his thoughts moved slightly to wear the suit.
Then, with a heavy stomp, his body slammed into Sieglinde, who was in a cool down after her attack.
The incredible speed made the dark red cloak rattle and turned into a streak of shadow.
Luke's right hand clenched into a fist, his muscles twisted into a ball, making a subtle explosion-like sound.
Heavy enough to punch through a tank, Sieglinde's pretty face is smashed mercilessly!
"Great strength! I like muscular men!"
Sieglinde caught Luke's moving trajectory, and instead of choosing to defend like the 'tank-class' Julian, she opened her palm and clutched the heavy fist that came down.
Dong!
The sound of metal clashing with force!
The incredible power was like a cannonball, and all of it was bombarded into Sieglinde's palm.
Her body shook violently, and the German uniform wrapped around her arm was torn apart and scattered into flying debris.
The ground on which both legs were based collapsed down!
A cloud of dust rose, forming a thick smoke screen!
"It's my turn!"
Sieglinde's lip bled at the corner. Blocking the punch wasn't easy.
However, this female 'battleship-class' soldier didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, she took the initiative to attack.
A powerful knee strike connects, like a loaded bullet, fast and violent!
"That was close!"
Luke's eyes froze. As if anticipating it, he subconsciously blocked downward. His arm was jolted numb.
He was in no mood to show mercy to the woman. He turned around and grabbed Sieglinde's wrist, twisted his body, and slammed his opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder slam.
Boom!
The concrete blocks spattered like a rainstorm. Sieglinde was embedded deep into the road, stamping out a human silhouette.
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'What strength! What a keen sense of combat!'
Sieglinde had this idea in her head.
She occasionally competed with the two other 'battleship-classes' and had never suffered a loss in combat techniques.
However, when facing Luke, she was a bit frazzled.
Not only because the opponent's power was strong, but more importantly, the Allied Superman seemed to be able to anticipate her attacks.
'Deathstroke's 'Master Assassin' skill is relatively easy to use. '
Luke looked down at Sieglinde, who was lying in a large, human-shaped pit and didn't intend to say anything more, and lifted his foot and stomped down heavily.
As he said before, there's no gender distinction on the battlefield, and taking pity on the enemy is tantamount to murdering himself and his teammates.
Boom!
One foot down!
Sieglinde crossed her arms and held them in front of her chest.
The heavy force was like a steel war hammer, breaking both arms with a bang.
The pain was so intense that it went straight to her brain.
Sieglinde's face distorted, and her eyes were filled with hot energy.
She looked at Luke, looking down at her from above. And the Distortion Halo around her jumped and shot away.
As if triggering a chain reaction, the terrifying energy poured out.
Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!
Boom, Boom, Boom --
Like a large number of explosives detonated, waves of air surged, hurricanes rolled, the entire street was plunged into an explosion.
Smoke raised, bricks and stones flying, the concrete floor seems to have been plowed by bombers, full of broken potholes of different sizes.
"Not bad for a 'battleship-class'!"
Luke is inevitably affected. Even though he is equipped with the 'Master Assassin' skill card and had an excellent combat sense of detecting danger and anticipating the enemy, there's still nothing he could do in the face of a broad range Distortion Halo attack.
It was like he was in a violent whirlpool, the blast forming shock waves, repeatedly crashing over and tearing at his body.
"There's still some pain. "
Luke, who pulled back and broke free, touched a gash on the right side of his cheek.
His supervision pierced through the smokescreen and looked at Sieglinde, who struggled to get up.
This female 'battleship-class' soldier was unable to move her two arms. Her German uniform became ragged, revealing some snow-white skin.
She looked at Luke, who was unharmed, with a severe look in her eyes.
"I heard that you were just a super soldier ..."
Sieglinde coughed a few times. The blood turned her lips scarlet.
"But you are better than any Aryan Superman I've ever seen! It's incredible!"
Luke accepted the compliment unceremoniously and smiled, "Isn't it a little late to realize this fact now?"
Sieglinde, as a 'battleship-class' soldier, is indeed strong. She is incredibly close to his current self regarding strength, speed, and will to fight.
Unfortunately, to ensure victory in the battle, Luke used Deathstroke's Master Assassin's skill card in advance.
Superman's card, combined with Deathstroke's fighting ability, plays a role that's not as simple as one plus one is more significant than two.
"No, it's not too late. "
Sieglinde's voice was a little hoarse; the full release of her Distortion Halo had caused her to fall into an early state of fatigue.
Suppose she can't get rid of the Allied Superman in front of her as soon as possible. Getting the chance to turn the tide again would be more challenging.
"I used to despise those guys from Hydra; they only hide in the dark corners and are always ready to pull their dirty tricks. However, this time I have to admit that they are far-sighted. "
Sieglinde stepped back and looked up at the dark night sky.
In the distant sky, German bombers roared.
"If I bury you with me, there will be no more obstacles to the Third Reich's advance!"
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"That's the ... bomber fleet!"
Rogers, who led the Allied soldiers and gradually cleared the 'tank-class' soldiers of the Third Reich, suddenly raised his head.
He saw dozens of bombers forming a classic dense formation and swooping down.
"It's the Stuka Bombers! The Whistling Death!"
A shocked Allied soldier said.
They are all meat shield-type reinforced models, lacking long-range attack means.
Moreover, the 'tank-class' itself is hardly a serious threat to the highly maneuverable bombers.
Unless there's a 'battleship-class,' they had a wide range of strikes and were able to execute precise point-blank fire from the ground.
Like Sieglinde and Siegmund, they are best known for destroying Allied air units.
"Captain Rogers! We're counting on you!"
Everyone's eyes turned to Captain America. He was the only 'battleship-class.'
"I'll try. "
Rogers took a deep breath. He had no experience in dealing with bombers.
This is the first time!
His eyes glowed with incandescent light. Two balls of lightning-like energy formed, like a long-stored cannonball discharging.
The Stuka bomber group that whistled past seemed to anticipate it and pulled up to avoid Rogers' airstrikes from the ground.
The two energy balls abruptly fell short of their targets and collided with each other. The powerful airflow almost overturned a bomber.
"No, we have to find a high point!"
Rogers isn't as good as the Third Empire's 'battleship-class,' which could release Distortion Halo attacks at will, making it hard even to threaten the bombers.
He thought of the Eiffel Tower standing in the Champ de Mars, the landmark building of Paris, standing on it to shoot planes would be most effective!
Boom, boom, boom!
As Stuka bombers swooped down, deafening explosions kept ringing.
Rogers asked the Allied soldiers to find their own shelters while running towards the Eiffel Tower in Champ de Mars.
'I wonder how Luke is doing over there!'
Before that, there was an explosion from a block not far away, probably from Luke and the Third Reich's 'battleship class,' Sieglinde.
Rogers never doubted the strength of his friend.
But he didn't expect the Germans to send; not only an Aryan Superman but also bombers to flatten Paris.
He didn't know what went wrong, but the Strategic Science Reserve had a false intelligence.
Arguably, the bombers of the Third Reich couldn't have been hidden from the Allied forces and suddenly appeared here.
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"Baron Strucker, you're really well prepared. "
Seeing the bombers hovering over Paris, Zemo touted, "What the Führer failed to do, you have now done. "
The head of the Third Reich had the idea of bombing Paris before being backstabbed by General Sankt.
He had personally ordered General Dietrich von Choltitz stationed there to destroy the city and fight to the last man and die for Germany.
Perhaps after staying in Paris for a long time, he was tainted with the French culture. Choltitz, who is known as the 'Iron General,' didn't obey the Führer's instructions to destroy Paris and chose to surrender, thus avoiding the fate of this "romantic city" being burned to the ground!
"Against even the weakest enemy, we must use all our strength. Besides, the Allied Superman isn't weak. Even Sieglinde is no match for him!"
Baron Strucker said seriously.
"But this confirms my judgment. Luke Cavill is by no means an ordinary super-soldier. Maybe there is Inhuman blood flowing in his body. "
Initially Baron Strucker, also suspected that Luke might be a mutant.
However, considering the other's feud with Sebastian Shaw and his ruthless attitude towards mutants, this guess was quickly rejected by Baron Strucker.
It's the time of World War II, and superpowers were a rare thing; the Allies probably only saw Luke as an enhanced super-soldier.
But Baron Strucker, who knew the existence of Inhumans and mutants in this world, couldn't help but think of other places.
He thought that there must be something special about Luke.
The blood passed down by different 'gods' could possess many incredible abilities after being activated by Terrigen crystals.
Luke's strength, speed, recovery ability, and so on; aren't at the level that normal human beings could achieve.
The two clues are linked together, and the final answer is ready to be revealed!
'Will 'Project Distant Star,' which Hydra has insisted on for so long, finally be completed in my hands?'
Baron Strucker, who thinks he knew the truth, couldn't help but feel an excited little inside.
It was as if he had already seen the future scene in which he would receive eternal life from the Inhuman 'god.'
At that time, not to mention the Allied forces, even if the entire world united, they couldn't resist the Inhuman domination of the planet!
"What's that?"
The first generation Zemo's surprised voice interrupted Baron Strucker's fantastic fantasy.
"Zemo, you have to be stable; everything is under our control ..."
He snarled, picked up the telescope, and looked in the direction pointed by the other party.
He saw a green light passing in the night sky. A vague figure sat on it, soaring under the sky.
"Is that ... a horse?"
Baron Strucker's jaw dropped. The Allied Superman summoned an emerald green horse with two wings on its back?
And, it could also fly in the air?
This was also an ability from the Inhuman bloodline?
This leader of the Hydra had many questions.
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'Although it's said that the spectrum of emotions is only available in the studio next door, the thoughts and emotions of living beings could more or less stimulate the vital energy of the Green Lantern!'
Luke, who swallowed the 'Green Lantern Corpse Disc,' harnessed a little bit of willpower, and the emerald green light erupted like an invisible pen, outlining a heavenly horse with two wings on its back.
Sieglinde, who was preparing for the bombing, looked shocked. Her brain briefly fell into a state of blankness.
What the hell is this?
Where did that illusory, shadow-like, emerald-green glowing horse emerge from?
"We'll fight later! I'm going to take care of some trouble first!"
Luke, like the Norse god, Odin, the Allfather who controlled the eight-legged horse. Sleipnir took off into the sky in an instant and flew towards the bombers that swept over Paris.
The so-called 'Green Lantern Corpse Disc' is a one-time substitute for the power ring, which didn't need the lamp to charge. It was mainly for emergencies.
Its usage time is short and will be scrapped automatically when the energy is consumed clean. It's a unique item of the Green Lantern Corps.
'There is something wrong with the intelligence from the Strategic Science Reserve, not even knowing about the bombing by the Third Reich. Maybe, Hydra is up to something again?'
Luke, riding on a Pegasus, ablaze with the light of willpower, chased a Stuka bomber under the night sky.
The green glow of willpower wrapped around his body, freeing him from the gravitational pull of the earth.
"Good heavens! Sir, why didn't you tell me we were going to fight this monster before we left?"
The pilot of the Stuka bomber quickly told the gunner to fire the 7.92mm MG-17 machine gun.
Da da da! Da da da!
Long tongues of fire spewed out and struck Luke's body.
Having the Kryptonian suit absorbs most of the kinetic energy. This damage was like scratching an itch for him.
Boom!
A punch swung out!
The metal structure of the flat wing was broken.
Like a bird with broken wings, the bomber screamed sharply and fell toward the earth.
"Next one!"
Luke stopped and turned around skillfully, like a predator. He flew toward the poor, weak, and helpless bombers.
Boom! Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!
Clouds of dazzling fireworks, blooming in the night sky.
Baron Strucker, who was full of ambition, saw this scene through the telescope. He was livid and speechless with anger.
He didn't know how much time it took to get General Sankt to allow Hydra to mobilize a fleet of Stuka bombers. As a result, it was scrapped in less than a few minutes.
"Are Siegfried, and Siegmund here yet?"
Baron Strucker turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.
"To deceive the Allies' eyes, they left the front line yesterday and headed for Paris. Counting the time, they should be entering the city. "
The first generation Zemo bowed his head and replied.
He wisely didn't ask why Luke could create a Pegasus and didn't mention that the Allied Superman punched a bomber and turned over the whole fleet.
"Let's withdraw!"
Baron Strucker pondered for a long while and made a decision.
He was hiding in an unknown corner, watching the opponent fall into his own carefully designed terrible trap, exhausted all efforts and couldn't break free, and finally wait in despair for death -- this was a rather fulfilling thing for him.
But now, Baron Strucker had lost this mood and his original sense of security.
He was afraid that Luke would overturn the roof in the next second and appear inside the room, using that righteous iron fist he used to blow up the bomber to give himself an unforgettable lesson.
Intense fears have taken root like seeds that were hard to eradicate.
"It doesn't matter if General Sankt's three 'battleship-classes' can successfully defeat Luke Cavill; it's none of our business anyway. "
Baron Strucker saw Zemo's puzzled eyes and deliberately explained, "There's a saying in the East, intelligent people don't stand under a wall that's about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is very dangerous. It's no longer a place where you can watch the excitement. "
"General Sankt has already given my soldiers the 'Wöden's Blood' body transformation. He and the Third Reich are no longer helpful. "
"To be on the safe side, let's leave first. "
Zemo was a little stunned. 'Didn't he say that he wanted to capture Luke Cavill, sacrifice him to the Inhuman God and finish 'Project Distant Star'?'
This hasn't even started yet!
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"Hmm?"
A green light wrapped around his body, like a human torch. Luke strained his ears and heard the sound of a plane engine starting a few blocks away.
He wanted to fly over and take a look. But unfortunately, just like Ultraman, whose energy was about to run out, the original willpower color flickered, a sign that the 'Green Lantern Corpse Disc' was about to expire.
'I have to land first. '
Luke scanned the city with his supervision, and his sharp eyes caught sight of a brightly shining bald head and a sneaky figure wearing a mask.
"Hydra, it's them. "
He recognized one of them, Baron Strucker, the man who took Bucky from Klausenburg.
He silently noted this. When the Third Reich is finished, he'll go after him again.
Locked in on Sieglinde's position, Luke manipulated what little energy he had left and landed on the ground.
"Miss, if you are willing to turn your back on the dark and join the Allies to help you resist the dictatorship and tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe that the top Allied leaders will understand your difficulties and accept your defection. "
Luke had just stood firm when the green light of willpower that enveloped his body disappeared...
He looked at Sieglinde, who was a 'battleship-class' with unique recovery ability.
He only left for a few minutes, and the two broken arms had healed in succession.
"Brigadier General, your strength has won my respect. If you can throw yourself into the embrace of the Third Reich, General Sankt will surely give you a generous reward. "
Sieglinde said sincerely.
"I am already the youngest Brigadier General of the Allies, and I may be promoted to Major General after the war. Maybe in a few years, I'll be able to assume the position of Secretary of Defense and then enter the White House ... Tell me, what bargaining chip can General Sankt give? The Third Reich can't even protect itself!"
Luke was unmoved. Berlin could only write one blank check after another.
Other than that, there's nothing to give him.
"It's a pity. General, it would be nice if you were German. A man as strong and powerful as you, in combination with me, will be able to breed perfect genes beyond 'battleship class.' "
Sieglinde was outspoken. Her blue eyes looked straight at Luke.
After the fierce battle earlier, the German uniform could only wrap around the vitals, and a large part of her skin was exposed to the air.
Tsk!
'A bad woman who craves my body.'
Luke's eyes didn't even squint, showing a righteous face.
"Hey hey, Klaudia, I'm much taller than this guy. Are you sure you don't want to consider me?"
A German soldier with black hair walked out of the house reduced to ruins in the bombing.
He is two meters tall, like a human statue cast in steel, and his gestures were full of vitality and strength.
He also carried a bloody head in his right hand that used to be a 'tank-class' Allied soldier.
"Shut up! I told you, call me Sieglinde. You bastard!"
Sieglinde said in an unpleasant tone.
"Siegmund, don't underestimate this would-be Major General; he deserves to be called 'Superman' more than the inferior ones. If we fight alone, any one of us may not be his opponent!"
Two Aryan Supermen, one in front of the other, blocked Luke's way, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Well, the guy is quite good at fighting planes, destroying a fleet of bombers with his bare hands. However, as General Sankt said, I am the 'battleship-class' with the strongest potential. The real Aryan Superman!"
Another figure came.
Blonde, blue-eyed, with robust facial features, wearing the same German uniform as Sieglinde, the man looked at Luke with a hint of excitement and seemed eager to start the battle between 'Supermen.'
"Siegfried, you egomaniac idiot! This isn't your one-man show!"
Sieglinde covered her face, knowing full well what would happen if she belittled Luke.
The young Brigadier General of the Allied side will never give the enemy a chance to breathe once he gets the upper hand.
"I said, guys -- are you done talking?"
Luke moved his muscles a bit, and with the effect of 'Master Assassin' skill still in development, he quickly entered the combat state.
The sharp eyes swept over the three 'battleship-classes' and finally rested on Siegmund, who was carrying the head of the Allied soldier.
"Now that the players are in place the game begins!"
The slightly unkind words fell, Luke stomped on the ground, and the strength in his body surged like the tide.
The tall and straight figure turned into a blur. It was wrapped in raging air current, like a sports car that sped up instantly and closed in on Siegmund in an instant.
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"Speed and strength, not bad!"
Feeling the strong air coming from the front, Siegmund threw away the head in his hand and showed a cold smile.
His palms clenched so hard that the muscle fibers look like twisted steel wires.
Under the terrifying force, his whole skeleton made cracking sounds.
A fist shot out, like a heavy cannon!
Luke, who also made his fist swing, had a sudden change in his sharp eyes.
At this time, he had the battle sense and melee ability of Deathstroke -- the most remarkable tactician and assassin in the studio next door.
As a mortal, he had repeatedly singled out the Justice League and Teen Titans' world's top mercenary.
Plundering life was as natural as breathing for the Deathstroke, and his accumulated combat experience was extremely rich.
Up from the superheroes down to the villainous villains.
They were likely to appear on his solve list.
As long as you give enough money, there was no head that Deathstroke couldn't cut off -- so says the advertisement released to the public.
He still had several failures.
In any case, as 'Deadpool's first cousin,' Deathstroke's martial arts skills were considered at the peak level of human beings.
In comparison, it was possible that Lady Shiva, her two senior martial brothers, and her daughter could be challengers.
The close-quarters combat skills of such a powerful being accumulated through countless slayings. How terrifying would it be?
Luke quickly answered.
He tilted his head, avoiding the heavy artillery-like uppercut with precision.
Strong airflow hit his face, blowing the short black hair.
Luke didn't change his expression. He seemed to know that the guy couldn't hit himself with this punch. While Siegmund closed his fist, he hugged his opponent's neck with both hands and pushed forward hard. His knees suddenly went up and slammed into his abdomen.
The series of actions were crisp and agile as if they had been done countless times.
The rich experience from Deathstroke told him that the nerve sensitivity around the abdominal cavity filled with many organs was extremely high.
As long as he struck here, he could immediately cause severe abdominal pain, making it difficult for the enemy to breathe, causing muscle spasms, and quickly losing the ability to fight.
The fact is just as Luke expected.
Even though Siegmund is a 'battleship-class' with outstanding physical qualities, he is still a human being.
Poof!
The powerful knee strike caused Siegmund to spit out a mouthful of blood.
He felt his abdomen turn upside down, his organs stirred into a mess, and his breath choked.
"That hurts!"
Siegmund leaned forward, bowing into a giant lobster, almost kneeling.
In one look, he was crushed by Luke's display of combat sense.
"Not done yet!"
A deep voice from above rang in Siegmund's ear.
The hands that were tightly wrapped around his neck pressed down heavily.
The fragile neck bone made a 'crack' sound, and the pain, like pins and needles, rushed to his brain.
The whole person fell!
Boom!
Siegmund's muscular body, like a cannonball, smashed into the hard concrete floor.
The arrogant face was in direct contact with the dirt.
The blood flowed freely from his nose, and in a short time, his whole face was covered with blood.
In less than 20 seconds, this 'battleship-class' came to a miserable end.
"Asshole! I'm going to twist off ..."
Siegmund was furious, like a roaring bear.
He was about to turn over and climb up when Luke kicked him back.
"I didn't say you could stand up yet. "
There's a strong sense of insult in his playful tone.
Siegmund, who was unilaterally mocked, almost went crazy.
He braced his hands on the ground, his bulging muscles swelling through the German uniform.
With a jerk, he forced off the foot on his back.
Those eyes, filled with anger, were full of blazing energy.
A ball of lightning-like high-temperature aura was about to erupt.
"Die ..."
Before Siegmund could do anything, a hand as strong as an iron pincer was pressed against his face.
It was like a sledgehammer hitting the 'battleship-class' in the face, breaking his nose, and making it bleed.
The uncontrolled and terrifying energy poured out directly from between Luke's fingers, like a dazzling arc of lightning that struck his palm.
For a while, the 'zi zi' sound of electricity was incessant.
"I said, I didn't say you could stand up. Don't you understand?"
Luke's voice sounded faint, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.
Even if the palm of his hand were attacked by Siegmund's Distortion Halo, it would burn into charcoal.
The terrifying high temperature, coupled with the destructive light ball that can bombard a tank, quickly stripped away the surface skin, and the blood that gushed out was evaporated, exposing the white stubble of bones.
Such a shockingly serious injury on Luke, as if not worth mentioning. It didn't even qualify in making him frown.
The palm of his hand, which was almost wasted, was still holding Siegmund's head like a basketball. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape.
After a few breaths, the charred flesh of the right hand began to wriggle, and the necrotic skin grew back.
Although the healing process isn't fast, it's safe to assume that Luke's palm will be back to its original state in about 10 minutes or so.
"This guy doesn't feel pain?"
Siegfried, the arrogant blond guy, felt chills.
Although they were Aryan Supermen, they had experienced the intense pain of human transformation. They must have solid nerves and a strong will.
But it's also challenging to be like Luke, frontally withstand a shot of Distortion Halo and still be indifferent to the point of apathy.
The young Brigadier General of the Allied side didn't even raise an eyebrow; his eyes remained calm as always.
"I certainly felt it. "
Luke lifted his right hand and firmly grabbed Siegmund's entire head, and slammed him into a wall like he was throwing garbage.
As if he had seen through Siegfried's idea, he said to himself, "The blood and flesh writhing, the sharp pain that pulls at the nerves, and the itch that grows in the skin, like a thousand ants crawling around, makes you want to scratch. "
"The feeling of it all was so clear that I couldn't ignore it, but it was as if I had experienced it countless times before, without any inner turmoil - even I didn't know why. "
The blander the tone, the more the two remaining Aryan Supermen's scalps tingled.
In their hearts, Luke's image had changed from what it was.
It turned into silent fortitude with the will of steel, even if a mountain collapsed in front of him.
In layman's terms, it's getting scarier and scarier!
Luke was far from being as calm as he appeared to be.
It's only the combat sense from the Deathstroke that made him choose to ignore this pain.
The years he spent in the Mob with his Uncle, learning how to kill people, allowed Luke to get used to the cheapness of life, but he didn't get to the level of a heartless person - no matter the broken arm or leg, he wasn't moved and was determined to move forward toward a goal.
Deathstroke had strong self-healing ability, so it is inevitable to adopt a crazy way of fighting, so in the battle, injuries for injuries.
Shot by machine gun, an arrow through the chest, organ rupture ...
He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.
Injury, self-healing, then re-injury -- this continuous cycle had sharpened Deathstroke's tough nerves.
Like Edelman's metal sculpture, this steel will also become part of the combat sense and is reflected in Luke's body.
'In the future, I can exchange a few more of them, so I might be able to turn Deathstroke's combat sense into my own instinct. '
Luke, whose thoughts were floating, couldn't help but think of using skill cards to brush up on his own proficiency.
'Although the studio next door is a little darker, everyone is talented and speaks well, so it is best to use it as a tool.'
"Let's just go all at once. "
Luke recessed his thoughts, looked at the ruined street, took a step forward, and said: "There's not much time left for you."
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Sieglinde took a deep breath and looked at Siegfried standing nearby.
The two 'battleship-class' said nothing and looked solemn.
They all realized that fighting alone; they had little hope of defeating Luke.
The opponent's strength wasn't inferior to Aryan Supermen's and maybe even stronger.
The rich experience in combat looked as if he had been trained since an early age and brought up in a sea of blood.
Luke ultimately makes up for the lack of means of attack, fearless of pain, decisive action, and fantastic self-healing ability -- he was the most indestructible human weapon!
"It's a two-to-one situation, so I don't think the chances of winning this game are low. "
Siegfried strode out without fear.
The whole person moved like a tank driving by and made heavy noise.
As the 'battleship-class' finally produced by General Sankt, he had great potential. All of his data in physical fitness were better than the other two comrades.
Although Siegfried was burly and stood 2 meters tall, standing there like a hill, this guy was only 14 years old. So, it's no exaggeration to describe him as a 'child.'
"Sorry for the long delay, but it's two against two. "
Rogers, carrying a shield, stepped into the battlefield. The street was left in ruins under the successive explosions.
"I hope I'm not too late, Luke. "
Luke, who was ready to solve the remaining two 'battleship-classes' with all his might, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Steve, you know. Showing up now, it just looks like your snatching the last blow. "
Rogers didn't get it; he was used to the novelty of words coming out of his friend's mouth and sighed, "We can talk later; where did your flying ... horse come from? I've asked several times about your cloak and battle suit. "
"Surprising people constantly, it's my specialty. "
Luke took it lightly; he hasn't figured out who to blame yet.
'Maybe Hydra? They study alien technology while incidentally creating a polymer nano-suit.'
'Yeah, that sounds reasonable.'
'Anyway, Hydra can't stand up and defend themselves. They'll just take the blame.'
"If you want to chat, hold off; this is a battlefield. Steve, choose one -- I recommend Ms. Sieglinde, who has just experienced a fierce battle and needs a boy scout-like you to regain her confidence. "
Rogers glanced at Sieglinde, who was ill-looking. He wanted to say weakly that he won't hit a woman.
However, the other party didn't give Captain America a choice. She directly waved her fist and rushed over.
"Siegfried, it's time to prove that you are the best among us!"
Although Rogers was also a super soldier, he was strengthened after being transformed by 'Wöden's Blood.'
But Sieglinde's intuition told her that this guy was much weaker than the young Brigadier General of the Allied side.
Therefore, without saying anything, her fist smashed directly into the shield.
Boom!
'Why did I involuntarily hit the shield when I was aiming at his head?'
Sieglinde punched at the five-pointed star on the vibranium shield consecutively.
"Sorry, Ma'am!"
Rogers sunk his feet into the ground and blocked Sieglinde's punch, then clenched his left fist and struck his opponent straight in the shoulder.
Rip!
The German uniforms that had suffered so many impacts were torn off instantly!
All of a sudden, the scene of spring!
"Sorry, Ma'am ..."
Rogers, who took a glance, subconsciously tried to turn his head away from the snow-white scenery, but Sieglinde gave him a heavy punch.
This 'battleship-class' female soldier didn't care about exposing her body and even approached him boldly.
"You don't look like a warrior at all compared to the General. "
Sieglinde grunted coldly and seized the opportunity to strike a violent blow as if to let out the anger from the previous frustration.
'Poor Rogers, he didn't understand the futility of acting like a gentleman in battle. '
Luke saw Rogers, whose cheek swelled and fell into a disadvantage. He shook his head and said, "I hope it turns into a good lesson for him. "
"Your opponent is here!"
Siegfried, who had been sitting on the sidelines for a while. Saw his partner gaining the upper hand and attacked as well.
He wondered how strong the 'battleship-class' of the Allied side was, but he didn't expect it to be a useless guy.
After seeing Luke's ability to crush Siegmund in close-quarters combat, Siegfried changed his mind and unleashed the Distortion Halo.
He was more meticulous in manipulating energy than his companions, a dazzling ball of lightning compressed inward, horrible emitting fluctuations.
"I'd like to see how strong your self-healing ability is."
Siegfried grinned. Bright balls of light floated around him.
He headed toward Luke, step by step.
The terrifying energy was enough to level the street all over again, ionizing the air and distorting it with a blur of colors.
'Since fighting harder won't work, let's change the method and compete with our own strengths!'
"Okay, I'll admit it's something. "
Luke expressed his affirmation for Siegfried's straightforwardness.
He was at the center of the explosion and couldn't have survived.
"If I can get rid of a major problem for the Third Reich, then my sacrifice will be worthwhile!"
Siegfried's eyes looked fanatical, ignoring his burly figure, which was a brainwashed 14-year-old boy.
One of the reasons why General Sankt chose Siegfried was because he joined the 'Hitler Youth' organization.
It is a national institution dedicated to recruiting young people between 13 and 18 to train military personnel and loyalists.
The team competition was encouraged in the youth group, and a sense of collective honor was created, instilling fanaticism toward the Third Reich.
General Sankt took a fancy to Siegfried's loyalty, and by subtle means, transferred it from the Führer to himself and the future of the Empire!
"Brigadier General, you are the only hope of the Allies. If you are annihilated here, Sieglinde will attack London next and twist Churchill's head off. "
"Then there's New York! Washington DC! Put an end to this confrontation with an effective blitzkrieg!"
"At that time, the Third Reich will carve up half of the world! And I will be the hero who laid this magnificent foundation!"
Siegfried walked steadily and slowly at every step, compressing the energy ball released from his body and spending all his energy.
Only by talking to entrap Luke, he tried to prevent this Allied Superman from turning around and running, so it wouldn't fall short.
"I was only going to fight you as a mediocre super-soldier."
Luke seems to look as if he felt helpless. He knew that the general 'battleship-class' energy manipulation was relatively rough. Immediate release, detonation, and causing damage through high temperature and shock waves.
As the most potential and youngest Aryan Superman, Siegfried is better at controlling it.
He once stood on the Berlin walls and used a spherical light blast to slaughter tens of thousands of Soviet prisoners and had the fantastic feat of bombing a group of tanks and penetrating a fleet of troops.
Siegfried is the strongest of the three "battleship-classes" in terms of long-lasting combat ability and energy attack!
If the opponent were playing a one-on-one limit competition, it would really be a bit tricky.
At this moment, the street was filled with explosive barrels.
All it takes is a spark, and the horrific explosion will destroy all living things in the area.
"All right, I'll stop pretending. "
Luke thought it would be better to end the fight as soon as possible rather than spend half a day recovering from his 'injuries' awkwardly.
With a thought, he opened the panel --
"Upgrade!"
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Thanks to the great propaganda from the Allies, there were many miracles and unexpected victories, which made the rising speed of the reputation points rise steadily and rapidly, just like the stock market.
Luke met the upgrade requirements of the LV2 (soldiers) card when he defeated Red Skull and destroyed Hydra headquarters.
However, as a veteran game grinder, he didn't complete the upgrade immediately and habitually used the LV1 (civilian) card.
At that time, Luke didn't know the existence of Aryan Supermen, and he didn't think there would be any powerful enemies during World War II, which could threaten his own life.
If the Sorcerer Supreme in Karma Taj wanted to trouble him, he would have drawn a circle and came through the door long ago. There was no need to wait until now.
Apart from the Ancient One, the many demon gods hiding in other dimensions, or Odin, the Allfather, far away in Asgard, rarely interfered with the mundane world.
That's why Luke said he wanted to be a mediocre super soldier to get along with the rest of the group.
It may also cause all the forces to be wary with too much power, becoming a target out in the open -- Although he didn't care.
Sitting at the poker table and playing the game is just a personal pleasure. Anyway, he had the guts to turn the table at any time.
Like now!
The dramatic changes in the timeline of World War II and the emergence of Aryan Supermen caused the trajectory of the world's future to get blurred.
Luke, who lost his primary advantage, felt it necessary to change himself, more in line with the image of 'Superman.'
With a slight movement of the mind, the upgrade began!
The panel consumed a massive amount of reputation points, just like a bottomless pit, almost to the very bottom.
'It's like the stock market in a financial crisis, having a crazy meltdown. '
Luke thought silently with a bit of heartache.
'When the war is over, gathering reputation won't be easy.'
'Then I'm afraid I'll have to look a little further away.'
'For example, the Nine Realms?'
The process of upgrading was fast and straightforward, and he didn't experience any pain -- Luke was prepared to accept the possible changes.
For example, the body would emit golden light; hair color becoming red, orange, blue, or purple.
Or, like Rogers' serum injection, he would suffer inhuman pain and needed a strong will to survive.
Unfortunately, nothing happened, and the upgrade was completed quickly.
"Is this what it's like to use a cheat?"
Luke stretched out his hands and clenched his fists hard.
His perception became sharper, and he could perceive the terrifying power rushing through his body that was tens of times greater than before.
The whole person was like a quiet active volcano, which could cause devastating and terrible disasters at any time.
"This isn't the limit. "
Luke murmured.
The rapid rise of power brought about a rapidly expanding desire.
For a while, he had the illusion that he could punch Odin and kick the Ancient One and do whatever he wanted.
Fortunately, his remaining reason suppressed this impulse.
'But beating a few Aryan Supermen isn't a problem. '
Luke's eyes slightly glowed with heat, and he only needed to concentrate on releasing a high-temperature ray that evaporated flesh and blood.
The yellow-sun energy, which wasn't enough to support the attack, was continuously absorbed and transformed.
He even felt that his body became lighter, and earth's gravity no longer bound him.
'I've come this far because of my natural talent and hard work! The card is just an aid!'
Got to give it to him; Luke was quite shameless, just like his crossover predecessors.
He opened the panel with his thoughts.
Host: Luke (Luke Cavill)
Loaded Card: Superdemon (LV2)
Ability: Nature Extraction (active), Bio Force Field (Active), Flight (Active), Heat Vision (Active), Psychic Immunity (passive), Stellar Energy (passive)
Reputation:7776
Achievement: Legendary Man
"The Bio Force Field seems to have changed. "
After glancing at the updated data, Luke converged his thoughts and refocused his attention on the battlefield.
It's well known that when a critical breakthrough is made, a near-death explosion is made, or an off-court commentary is provided; the outside world is typically in a state of suspension.
So, when Luke finished his upgrade, Siegfried hadn't gotten in front of him yet.
"Brigadier General, let's embrace death together ..."
Before Siegfried finished his last words, Luke subconsciously put away the bio force field and stepped forward.
Boom!
Just one step!
Smoke fluttered and spread everywhere!
The concrete can't bear the terrible force, and cracks spread like cobwebs in all directions.
As if a loud prehistoric creature stomped the earth!
'Heat Vision. '
Luke's eyes focused to one point, and a glowing red light-filled it.
The majestic energy poured out, turning into two beams of high-temperature rays.
Just like cutting butter with a hot knife, it cut Siegfried straight down the middle!
Tssssss!
The dazzling balls compressed inward, a burst of white energy. They were about to level the street.
Luke was in the center of the explosion but no hurry. He directly opened the bio force field and wrapped himself in it.
Rumble!
Like dozens of tons of hammers, strong shock waves hit the invisible barrier head-on, sending out a booming sound wave!
Luke's expression didn't change, and he walked on.
He expanded his bio force field to cover the bruised and battered Rogers to prevent him from being affected.
Immediately after, a crimson beam of light streaked straight through.
The horrified expression on Sieglinde's face solidified at that moment.
The high-temperature rays that evaporated flesh and blood penetrated this 'battleship-class' female soldier's heart. She died without pain.
"There's one more. "
Luke kept walking amidst the flames of the explosion and the smoke and dust that swirled.
The bio force field both isolated everything for effective defense and allowed him to control the output better.
For example, when Superman lifted an airplane, according to the power analysis, he should pass through the aircraft like a needle instead of directly raising the plane.
As well as the most classic problem, when Superman catches his girlfriend, Lois Lane, who was falling from the sky at high speed.
Usually, the latter's charming body would be broken into three pieces instead of lying in her boyfriend's warm solid arms and giving him a lingering kiss.
The answer to all these questions...
It was the bio force field!
"Cough cough... Hail the Em ..."
Siegmund, who Luke beat initially, lost his fighting ability and left early, still wanted to say a few loud villainous slogans.
But Luke didn't give him a chance, taking his head away with a burst of his Heat Vision.
After completing the card upgrade, the Aryan Superman, who had initially been able to fight with him toe-to-toe, was too weak.
Even if it was a hand-to-hand fight, one against three, Luke, whose strength was constantly rising, could still dish out a one-sided beating.
"I thought I could help you. "
Rogers, who remained conscious, was dragged forward by the bio-force field and spoke with some frustration.
Captain America thought that when he became a 'battleship-class' soldier, things would be different.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't get an advantage against Sieglinde, and he needed Luke's help.
"Everyone needs to grow, Steve. Being a combat genius doesn't happen overnight. "
Luke consoled aloud.
"Do you think it's easy for me to have this power? It's not. I suffer every moment of my life in ways that ordinary people shouldn't. It's something you can't imagine or experience -- muscle repeatedly reconstructing, mental suffering, and keeping my sanity and losing myself to external things … This is the price of gaining strength. "
Rogers couldn't help believing Luke's solemn expression and low tone.
Captain America bowed his head in shame. He only saw Luke's strength but never thought about the pain that the other side silently bears.
"You stay in Paris and send the news of victory back to London. I have one last thing to do. "
Luke removed the bio force field covering Rogers when the fallout cleared and the smoke subsided.
He looked at Paris, which was almost in ruins, and his eyes flashed slightly. It was time to end the war.
"What are you going to do?"
Rogers subconsciously asked.
"Going to Berlin. "
Luke stepped forward a few steps, and the ground shook violently. His tall and straight figure instantly shot to the sky.
The dark red cloak was like a flag fluttering and waving until it disappeared into the clouds.
'He can fly?'
Rogers stood in ruins with a blank face.
'When did this happen?'
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