Superman

The Allied Super Soldier doesn't look bad either!

Julian shouted loudly, the power in his body surged wildly, and his muscles twisted into a ball.

Cross your arms over your chest.

"Let me see your strength first."

A thought flashed through Julian's mind.

If he had seen it with his own eyes, the mutant "Steel Shell" who was punched and beaten to death by Luke would definitely not choose to do this.

In a battle with little difference in strength, giving up the initiative first is no different from suicide.

What's more, Luke's real combat power is far above Julian's, but he doesn't know it!

Boom!

The fists hit Julian's arms, and nearly ten tons of terrifying power was poured into one point.

Almost before the German superman could react, his two arms "clicked" and broke directly from the elbow!

The force can twist the barrel of the tank, and the muscle fiber is as thick as a steel wire, as if thrown into a blender, it is instantly shaken into a rotting meat paste!

The severe pain reached Julian's brain. Before he could utter a scream, Luke's eyes were fixed, his left hand reached out, pressed the German Superman's thick shoulder, and pressed down.

The burly Julian, like a little giant, was like a child who had no resistance. He couldn't bear the force, his legs softened, and with a "boom", his knees hit the ground heavily.

"I heard that the head of Berlin regards the Aryans as the most perfect race, and a super soldier like you is the Aryan superman that the Third Reich considers."

Luke lowered his head, looking down with indifference in his eyes, "But now it seems that it's nothing more than that."

"The Great Head"

Julian's face was distorted, his arms exposed the stubble of bones, and his flesh and blood wriggled hard, trying to recover from his injuries.

He looked at Luke, his eyes turning white.

"Long live the Third Reich!"

The frenzied roar fell, and a shocking wave of energy formed a powerful dazzling light group, which directly engulfed Luke.

Like a huge ball of lightning, it burned the air with a "sizzling" sound, and the scorched breath spread out.

Violent explosions continued to sound.

The rising thick smoke covered the battlefield, making it difficult for people to see the specific situation.

"It's over!"

Stephanie held the Springfield rifle with a serious expression on her face.

She doesn't think Luke can survive, knowing that Aryan Superman's most powerful attack method is to release energy light clusters.

Even a solid and thick tank can explode, not to mention the fragile flesh and blood of human beings.

"He was careless, he should guard against Julian's move!"

Stephanie thought angrily.

Julian moves so fast that she doesn't have time to warn Luke to be on his guard.

"Allied rescue failed."

Stephanie stared at the tall figure walking out of the billowing smoke, preparing for the final struggle.

Anyway, she can't run very far, instead of running away in a hurry, and then being chased and killed by the enemy, it is better to fight to the death!

"Stephanie, you look nervous."

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice sounded, making Stephanie, who was tense all over, relax.

She couldn't believe it, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you not dead!"

The thick smoke caused by the explosion dissipated, and the figure that appeared turned out to be Luke!

He didn't know when he changed into a battle suit that looked like steel armor. Except for the right palm firmly pressed on Julian's face, there were burnt black marks on the surface of the skin, and his whole body was almost unharmed.

"Of course I'm alive, Stephanie."

Luke grinned.

He raised his hand to pick up Julian, who was exhausted and fell to the ground. After the German superman released the energy beam, he degenerated into an ordinary person like a machine that had run out of power.

"On this level, is it worthy of being called Superman?"

Luke curled his lips. The energy light group released by the other party contained destructive power, and it was indeed difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Even if it was himself, he suffered a little injury.

According to his estimation, a beam of energy light is almost equivalent to the explosive power of an anti-tank missile.

However, with the self-healing ability of the superman template, in less than 1 minute, the scorched wound on the right palm was restored to its original state.

Chapter 56? Tank Class, Battleship Class

The battlefield on the Allied front fell silent.

Only the steel wreckage of the tank, and the flesh and blood limbs all over the ground, silently recounted the fierce scene of the previous battle.

"Ma'am, do you need live material?"

Luke dragged Julian, who was unable to resist, to Stephanie.

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

Moreover, Stephanie has seen many live specimens for dissection in Berlin.

Bringing Julian by his side will only increase the risk, who knows when the other party will recover.

"OK then."

Luke smiled mildly.

Then, without hesitation, he broke the neck of the German soldier.

After the short battle just now, he probably came up with the overall data of the "tank-level" Aryan superman.

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

Overall, stronger than super soldiers.

Even if Rogers has the name of "Captain of the [-]-[-] Open", he may have a headache against the previous "Tank Class".

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

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

Luke keenly discovered that after Julian released the energy light cluster in his body, it seemed that his power and speed had degenerated to the level of ordinary people.

Perhaps this is why the Axis powers have not yet launched a counter-offensive?

Aryan superman is not suitable for a long fight?

A series of questions were temporarily held in his heart.

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

Luke changed his armor-like suit and looked down at the fallen German soldiers.

The strength of this "tank level" has not yet reached the point of changing the situation of the war.

Unless the Axis countries can mass-produce explosive soldiers, it is basically impossible to win with a single soldier strategy.

Stephanie's eyes flickered for a moment. Although she was curious about the combat uniform of this Allied Superman, she didn't ask about it.

This is likely to be the secret technology of the Strategic Science Corps, and rashly inquiring about it may cause resentment.

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

The female agent lurking in Berlin reminded.

After witnessing Luke's battle with the "tank-class" Aryan Superman, she has a glimmer of hope for the future of the Confederate States.

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

There are hundreds of "tank class" in Berlin alone.

They are led by three more powerful "Battleship Classes", enough to form an invincible fighting force.

On the side of the Allies, there is only one Superman, one Luke.

"Stephanie, the prime minister can't wait to meet you, and I can't wait to know the truth about these Aryan supermen."

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

His mission was to bring Stephanie back safely.

Don't care about anything else.

"Thank you, Commodore Carville."

The female spy behind said quietly.

"Thank you for calling me Stephanie, it's been a long time since anyone called me that."

"General Sheng, do you want to continue to follow?"

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

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

"Cancel the hunt. There's no more Freya, she's back to her old identity, back to the bloody bitch in London!"

General Sheng put his hands behind his back, with a serious expression on his face.

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

Everyone told General Sheng that a fierce battle had taken place here.

"Would it be the Superman of the Allied Forces who can fight against the tank-level existence?"

he muttered to himself.

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

"The Superman of the Allied Forces is nothing more than that. It is far less exaggerated than the Allied Powers say!"

General Saint came to a conclusion.

He observed the scene carefully, and seemed to see that the allied superman and ordinary soldiers barely defeated Julian after a lot of hard work, and won the final victory in the battle.

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

The blond female adjutant said.

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

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

This is undoubtedly the worst news!

"Transfer all the materials and scientific research personnel about superhuman technology to the second stronghold, and clean out all inferior human test subjects."

General Saint said coldly.

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

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

General Sheng was worried. He didn't dare to have too much hope for the bearded Führer in Berlin.

After all, that man is a well-known master of micro-manipulation, his military level is extremely average, but he always likes to dictate to the experienced general.

From the Battle of Stalingrad to the D-Day landings to the Ardennes counterattack, the will of the Führer was everywhere.

A man with a moustache who is inversely proportional to his ability to instigate, lead, and military command.

This is General Sheng's evaluation of the Führer.

"Back to Berlin. We were so close to ruling the world!"

The German general sighed.

London, underground fortress.

A few days later, in the Prime Minister's dedicated office.