Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 56

"Are you the Superman from the Allies?"

The German soldier who had been transformed by the Holy General squinted at the tall man who walked out of the bunker, with a somewhat contemptuous tone.

He thought that the legendary hero who was vigorously promoted by the Allies to conquer Italy and capture the city of Rome by himself should at least be a strong man like Hercules.

——Two meters tall, with muscular muscles, like a descendant of a titan, it is particularly intimidating at first glance.

But the allied superman who appeared in front of him was at most taller and stronger than ordinary people, without the slightest exaggeration.

In terms of stature, Luke, who is 191 feet tall ([-]cm), is nothing in front of German soldiers who are burly like little giants.

The muscles are even worse-the strong and powerful body of Allied Superman still looks a little "thin" in the face of the big guy who seems to have taken steroids.

Judging from the appearance alone, this fierce German soldier has a strong body, like an ancient unparalleled warrior with a height of eight feet and a waist circumference of eight feet.

Pieces of rock-like hard muscles almost tore through the military uniform.

Quite a bit of the sturdy temperament of a devil's muscular man!

"You look like a Boy Scout."

The German soldier glanced at the young brigadier general and laughed, "If you throw something like you into the British barracks, it should be very popular and well developed..."

The humiliating sarcasm did not annoy Luke. He turned his head to look at Stephanie and asked, "You said he was a 'tank class', meaning there is a more powerful Aryan superman?"

"Yes. The three who defeated the Soviet army were the 'Battleship-class' Aryan supermen. They are even more terrifying!"

Stephanie nodded.

There was a little worry in her eyes.

Muscle is strength, physique is everything!

This is a fact recognized by many people!

Therefore, even if Luke showed a powerful aura not inferior to the German Superman.

But Stephanie still had doubts. She had seen with her own eyes in Berlin how strong those "Battleship-class" supermen were.

Tanks, bombers, thousands of soldiers...

Neither is an opponent!

Luke, who is a superman of the Allied Forces, doesn't know if he can do it.

With this in mind, Stephanie gripped her Springfield rifle tightly, ready to back up the young brigadier if something went wrong.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Julian. If you screw your head off and bring it back to Berlin, the head of state will definitely reward me, and maybe I will be awarded a medal like Siegfried."

The German soldier, as tall as a giant, laughed.

Luke didn't answer, so there was no need to waste time on miscellaneous soldiers.

Generally speaking, lines are reserved for important characters.

He stomped heavily, and Stephanie, who was hiding behind the bunker, felt the ground tremble suddenly.

The cracks in the spider web extended to the surroundings, and the tall and straight figure tore through the air, creating a strong air current.

Almost a breath of time, approaching the front of the German Superman.

Clenching a fist with his right hand, he smashed it down with all his might!

At this time, Luke, compared to before, has been greatly improved in terms of strength and speed.

This feeling of improving every day and night, and getting stronger every moment, once fascinated him.

The pleasure it brings even surpasses the bed sports that humans are keen on.

"So fast……"

The well-developed visual nerves allowed Julian to barely capture Luke's movement trajectory.

Feeling the heavy force rushing towards his face, he immediately put away his contempt.

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—it's just that 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 what the Third Reich considers an 'Aryan Superman'."

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 of state..."

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 forces...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...you're 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.

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(End of this chapter)