Marvel’s Superman

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

　　 Luke, who swallowed the "green light disk", controlled the meager power of will, and the emerald green light sprayed out like an invisible paintbrush, drawing out a double-winged pegasus.

　　 Sieglind, who was preparing for the bombing, looked shocked, and his brain briefly went down.

　　 What is this operation?

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

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

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

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

　　 Its use time is very short, and it will be automatically scrapped when its energy consumption is clean. It belongs to the unique props of the Green Lantern Corps.

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

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

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

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

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

Da da da! Da da da!

　　 A long tongue of fire spurted out and hit Luke.

　　 He has a Kryptonian suit that absorbs most of the kinetic energy, and this bit of damage is like a tickle to him.

　　 Boom!

　　 throw a punch!

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

The 　　 bomber was like a bird with its broken wings, making a sharp scream and falling towards the ground.

　　 "Next!"

　　 Luke stopped and turned skillfully and freely, like a hunter who preyed, and flew towards the group of poor, weak and helpless bombers.

　　 Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!

　　 Balls of dazzling fire lights, like fireworks, are displayed in the night sky.

　　 The triumphant Baron Straker saw this scene through his binoculars, his face was pale, and he was so angry that he could not speak.

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

　　 "Siegfried, is Siegmund not here yet?"

　　 Baron Strak turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.

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

　　 Generation Zemo lowered his head and replied.

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

　　 "Let's withdraw first!"

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

　　 was originally hiding in a corner that no one knew, watching the opponent fall into the terrible trap he carefully designed, and in the end he couldn't get rid of it with all his strength, and could only wait for death in despair-this is a very fulfilling thing.

　　 But now, Baron Straker has lost this mood, as well as his original sense of security.

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

　　 A strong fear is like a seed, once it takes root and sprouts, it is difficult to eradicate.

　　 "It doesn't matter whether the three ‘battleships’ of the Holy Generals can successfully defeat Luke Cavill, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Baron Strak saw the suspicious look of Zemo, and deliberately explained, "There is a saying in the East that smart people will not stand under the 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 human body modification of the'Wodden's Blood', and the Third Reich and him have lost their usefulness."

　　 "For the sake of safety, let's leave first."

　　 One generation of Zemo was a little startled. Didn’t he mean to capture Luke Cavill, sacrifice to the **** of aliens, and complete the "Distant Star Project"?

　　 This hasn't started yet!

　　……

　　……

"Ok?"

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

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

　　 "We can only land first."

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

　　 "Hydra, they are really doing things."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

　　 Sieglind said sincerely.

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

　　 Luke is unmoved, Berlin can only write out a blank check.

　　 Other than that, nothing can be given to him.

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

　　 Sieglind speaks bluntly, and his blue eyes look straight at Luke.

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

　　呸!

　　 The bad woman who greets my body.

　　 Luke does not squint, his face is righteous.

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

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

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

　　 was still carrying a **** head in his right hand. It was a "tank-class" Allied soldier.

　　 "Shut up! I said it~www.ltnovel.com~Call me Sieglind, you bastard!"

　　 Sieglind said angrily.

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

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

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

　　 is another figure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

　　 "Now that the players are in place, the game will begin!"

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

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