"Although the emotional spectrum is something that only exists on the set next door, the thinking and emotions of living beings can inspire the power of the will of the green light!"

Luke, who swallowed the "green light disk", controlled the meager power of will, and the emerald green light burst out like an invisible paintbrush, outlining a horse with wings on its back.

Sieglind, who was ready to face the bombing, looked shocked and his brain briefly fell into a state of downtime.

What is the operation?

Where did that illusory horse that shines like a shadow, radiating green light emerge?

"Fight later! I'll deal with some trouble first!"

Luke, like in Norse mythology, the main god Odin, who was driving the eight-legged god horse, instantly soared into the sky and flew towards the group of bombers flying over Paris.

The so-called "green light disk" is actually a disposable substitute for the lamp ring and does not require charging of the lamp stove, mainly for emergency response.

It has a very short service life and will be automatically scrapped if it is consumed cleanly. It is a unique prop of the Green Light Legion.

"There is a problem with the intelligence of the Strategic Science Legion. I don't even know the news that the Third Reich launched a bombing. Could it be that those guys from Hydra are making trouble again?"

Luke, who was riding a horse, drew a ray of forgiveness and chased a Stuka bomber under the night sky.

The green light inspired by the power of will envelops his body and escapes the gravity of the earth.

"Oh my God! Sir, why didn't you tell me before you set out to fight against such a monster?"

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

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!

A long tongue of flame spurted out and hit Luke.

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

boom!

Swipe out one punch!

The straight wings with all metal structure were interrupted.

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

"Next!"

Luke stopped skillfully and freely, turned around, flying towards the pitiful, weak and helpless bombers group like hunters.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A ball of dazzling firelight scattered under the night sky like fireworks.

The proud Baron Strack saw this scene from the telescope, his face turned pale and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He didn't know how much verbal was spent to get the Holy General to allow Hydra to mobilize a group of Stuka bombers, but all of them were scrapped in less than a few minutes.

"Siegfried, hasn't Siegmund arrived yet?"

Baron Strack turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.

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

The first generation Zemo replied with his head down.

He wisely did not ask why Luke could change a horse, let alone the fact that the Allied Superman punched and bombed the entire fleet.

"Let's withdraw first!"

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

I was hiding in a corner where no one knew, watching my opponent fall into a terrible trap he carefully designed, and in the end I could not break free without using all my strength, so I could only wait for death in despair - this is a very fulfilling thing.

But now, Baron Strack has lost this mood and his original sense of security.

He was afraid that the next second, Luke would overturn the roof and appear in the house, using his bare hands to blew the bomber's iron fist to teach himself an unforgettable lesson.

Strong fear is like a seed, and once it takes root and sprouts, it is difficult to erase.

"No matter whether the three 'battleship-class' of Saint General's can successfully defeat Luke Cavill, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Baron Strack saw the puzzled look of a Genesis Zemo and deliberately explained, "There is a saying in the East that smart people will not stand under the walls that are about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is very dangerous and no longer a place to watch the fun."

"The Holy General has already given my warrior a human body transformation of the 'Worden Blood', and the Third Reich and him have lost their value."

"To be safe, we'll leave first."

The Genesis Zemo was a little stunned when he heard this. Didn’t he say he wanted to capture Luke Cavill and sacrifice to the God of Inhuman to complete the “Far Star Plan”?

This hasn't started yet!

...

...

"Um?"

A green light wrapped around his body, like a human-shaped torch, Luke pricked up his ears and heard the sound of an aircraft engine being activated several blocks away.

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

"I can only land first."

Luke swept across the city with super vision, and saw a shiny bald head and a sneaky figure wearing a mask with a sharp look.

"Hydra, they're really doing it."

He recognized one of them, Baron Strack who took Bucky away at Clausburg.

I silently wrote this guy in my small notebook, and waited until the Third Reich was settled before I could cause trouble for him.

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

"Madam, if you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light and join the Allies, and contribute to the resistance to the dictatorship and tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe that the top leaders of the Allied forces will understand your difficulties and accept your surrender."

As soon as Luke stood firm, the green light of forgiveness shrouded on his body disappeared.

He looked at Zieglind. The other party deserves to be "warship-class" and his recovery ability is amazing.

After only a few minutes of leaving, the two broken arms had healed.

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

Zieglind said sincerely.

"I am already the youngest brigadier general in the Allied Powers, and I may be promoted to major general after the war is over. Maybe it will take a few years to take the position of Minister of Defense and then enter the White House... Tell me, what bargaining chips can the Holy General give? The Third Reich is unable to protect itself!"

Luke was unmoved, and Berlin could only issue blank checks.

Apart from that, he can't give anything.

"What a pity, Brigadier General, how great it would be if you were a German. A strong and powerful man like you, combined with me, will definitely give birth to a perfect gene that surpasses the 'warship class'."

Zieglind spoke out loudly, his blue eyes staring straight at Luke.

After the fierce battle just now, the German uniform could only wrap around the vital points, and a large area of ​​skin was exposed to the air.

Pooh!

A bad woman who craved my body.

Luke looked straight and looked righteous.

"Hey, Claudia, I'm 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 ruins during the bombing.

He was two meters tall, like a human-shaped statue cast by steel, and his every move was full of power.

He also held a bloody head in his right hand, which was a "tank-class" Allied soldier.

"Shut up! I said it, call me Zieglind, you bastard!"

Zieglind said angrily.

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

The two Aryan Superman blocked Luke's way, one in front and the other behind, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Yes, this guy is quite powerful in masturbating. He destroyed a group of bombers with bare hands. But the Holy General said, I am the strongest 'warship-class', the real Aryan Superman!"

Another figure.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, tough facial features, wearing a German uniform like Zieglinde.

The man looked at Luke with a hint of excitement, and he seemed to be eager to start the battle between "Superman".

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

Zieglind covered her face, she knew very well what would happen if she looked down on Luke.

This young brigade general of the Allied military will never give the enemy a chance to breathe as long as he gains a little bit of an advantage.

"I said, everyone-you're done talking?"

Luke moved his muscles and bones, and the effect of the Death Knell's "Master of Physical Arts" skill card was still there, and he soon entered a combat state.

His sharp eyes swept across the three "warship-class" and finally placed them on Zigmund, who was carrying the heads of the Allied soldiers.

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

After a slightly cold voice, Luke stepped on the ground, and the power inside his body surged like a tide.
Chapter completed!