Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 73 The players are in place, the game begins

"Although the emotional spectrum is something that is only available on the studio next door, the thinking and emotions of the living body can somewhat inspire the willpower of the green light!"

Luke, who swallowed the "Green Light Disk", harnessed that meager power of will, and the emerald green light gushed out like an invisible paintbrush, outlining a winged Pegasus horse.

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

What is this operation?

Where did that phantom, illusory, emerald-green celestial horse come from?

"Fight again later! I'll deal with a little trouble first!"

Luke, like in Norse mythology, Odin, the main god who controls the eight-legged horse, soared into the sky in an instant, and flew towards the bombers flying over Paris.

The so-called "green light disk" is actually a one-time replacement for the light ring. It does not need to be recharged by the light furnace, and it is mainly for emergency.

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

"There is a problem with the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps. They don't even know about the bombing by the Third Reich. Could it be that the Hydra gang is messing around again?"

Luke, riding a pegasus, draws a forgiving light, chasing a Stuka bomber under the night sky.

The green light inspired by the power of will enveloped his body, breaking away from the gravitational pull of the earth.

"My God! Why didn't you tell me before you set off, sir, that you were going to fight this monster?"

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

Da da da!Da da da!

A long tongue of flame spewed out and hit Luke.

With the Kryptonian suit absorbing most of the kinetic energy, this little damage is like scratching an itch for him.

boom!

One punch!

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

The bomber, like a bird with its wings broken, let out a sharp scream and fell towards the ground.

"Next!"

Luke made a quick stop and turned around skillfully, like a predator of prey, flying towards the group of poor, weak and helpless bombers.

boom!Boom!Boom boom boom!

Groups of dazzling fire like fireworks, in full bloom under the night sky.

The complacent Baron Strucker saw this scene through the binoculars, his face was livid, and he was too angry to speak.

He didn't know how much it took him to get General Saint to allow Hydra to mobilize a group of Stuka bombers, but all of them would be scrapped in less than a few minutes.

"Siegfried, isn't Siegmund here yet?"

Baron Strucker turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.

"In order to hide from the eyeliners of the Allied forces, they left the front line yesterday and headed towards Paris. Calculate the time, they should enter the city."

Generation Zemo bowed his head and replied.

He wisely didn't ask why Luke could transform into a pegasus, let alone the fact that this allied superman punched a bomber and wiped out the entire fleet.

"Let's get out first!"

Baron Strucker pondered for a long time before making a decision.

Originally hiding in a corner that no one knew about, watching the opponent fall into the terrible trap carefully designed by oneself, and in the end he couldn't break free with all his strength, and could only wait for death in despair-this is a very fulfilling thing.

But now, Baron Sterak 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, appear in this house, and teach himself an unforgettable lesson with his iron fist of justice that exploded the bomber with his bare hands.

Intense fear is like a seed, once rooted and germinated, it is difficult to erase.

"Whether Saint General's three 'Battleships' can successfully defeat Luke Cavill, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Seeing Zemo's puzzled eyes, Baron Sterak deliberately explained, "There is a saying in the East that smart people will not stand under a wall that is about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is very dangerous. It’s no longer a place to watch the excitement.”

"The Holy General has already given my soldiers the body transformation of 'Worden's Blood'. The Third Reich and him have lost their use value."

"To be on the safe side, let's leave first."

Yi Zemo was a little dazed when he heard it. Didn't he say that he wanted to capture Luke Cavill, sacrifice it to the god of aliens, and complete the "Far Star Project"?

It's not even started yet!

……

……

"Ok?"

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

He originally wanted to fly over to have a look, but unfortunately, like Ultraman whose energy was about to run out, the light of forgiveness flickered, which was a sign that the "green light disk" was about to be scrapped.

"We can only land first."

Luke scanned the city with super vision, and his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a shiny bald head and a sneaky figure in a mask.

"Hydra, it's really them who are doing things."

He recognized one of them, Baron Strucker who had taken Bucky in Clausburg.

Silently write this guy down in a small notebook, and wait until the Third Reich is settled before going to trouble him.

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

"Ma'am, if you are willing to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, join the Allies, and contribute to the resistance against the tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe that the top allied forces will understand your difficulties and accept your surrender."

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

He looked at Sieglinde, who was worthy of being a "Battleship Class", and his recovery ability was extremely amazing.

He had only left for a few minutes, and the two broken arms had already healed.

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

Sieglinde said sincerely.

"I am already the youngest Brigadier General of the Allies, and I may be promoted to Major General after the war is over. Maybe in a few years, I will be able to sit on the position of Secretary of Defense, and then enter the White House... Tell me, General Saint, he can give What bargaining chips? The Third Reich is in danger!"

Luke was unmoved, and Berlin could only write one bad check after another.

Other than that, nothing can be given to him.

"It's a pity, Commodore, it would be great if you were a German. A strong and powerful man like you, combined with me, will definitely breed a perfect gene beyond the 'Battleship class'."

Sieglinde spoke bluntly, and his blue eyes stared straight at Luke.

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

Pooh!

A bad woman who is greedy for my body.

Luke didn't look sideways, his face was upright.

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

A black-haired German soldier walks out of a house that was in ruins during the bombing.

He is two meters tall, like a humanoid statue cast in steel, and his gestures are full of strength.

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

"Shut up! Say it all, call me Sieglinde, you bastard!"

Sieglinde said angrily.

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

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

"That's right, this guy is quite good at masturbating planes. He destroyed a bomber fleet with his bare hands. But General Sheng said that I am the most potential 'Battleship Class', the real Aryan superman!"

Another figure.

Blonde, blue eyes, tough features, wearing the same German uniform as Sieglinde.

The person looked at Luke with a hint of excitement, as if he couldn't wait to start the battle between "Supermen".

"Siegfried, you megalomaniac and idiot! This is not your solo show!"

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

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

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

Luke moved his muscles and bones, and the effect of Deathstroke's "Physical Master" skill card was still there, and he quickly entered the fighting state.

His sharp eyes swept over the three "Battleships", and finally placed on Siegmund who was carrying the head of an Allied soldier.

"Since the players are in place, the game begins!"

The slightly cold voice fell to the ground, 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 turbulent airflow, like a sports car that speeds up in an instant, approaching in front of Siegmund in an instant.

　ps: Thank you [Yun Hun Ye Dan Ke] for rewarding 100 points, love~

　　ps2: The editor said that the response to the plot has not been good recently, I feel depressed, and I am autistic~

　　ps3: Perhaps the plot of the movie is more attractive to more readers. I obviously work hard every day to conceive the plot.Wronged.jpg

　　ps4: I’m in a bad mood, and I sacrificed a copy of "Repaying the Motherland from Meiman", as long as you read it fast enough, 404 will not be able to catch up with you~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)