Superman of the American Comics

"Are you the superman of the allies?"

The German soldiers transformed by the saint general squinted at the tall man who came out of the bunker with a tone of contempt.

He thought that the legendary hero who was vigorously publicized by the allies to conquer Italy and capture Rome alone should at least be a Hercules like Hercules.

——He is two meters tall and muscular. He looks like a descendant of Titans. He looks particularly frightening at a glance.

The Allied Superman who can appear in front of him is at most taller and stronger than ordinary people, without any exaggeration.

In terms of stature, Luke, who is 6.2 feet (191cm) tall, is nothing in front of the big German soldiers like little giants.

The muscles are even worse - the strong and powerful body of allied Superman is a little "thin" in the face of a large man who seems to have taken steroids.

Only from the appearance, this fierce German soldier has a strong body, just like an unparalleled general with a height of eight feet and a waist circumference of eight feet in ancient times.

Rock hard muscles almost broke the military uniform.

Quite a bit of the fierce temperament of the devil muscle man!

"You look like a boy scout."

The German soldiers glanced at the young brigadier general and laughed: "goods like you, thrown into the British barracks, should be very popular and developed well..."

The humiliating irony didn't annoy Luke. He turned his head to Stephanie and asked, "you say he is' tank class', which means more powerful Aryan Superman?"

"Yes. The three who defeated the Soviet army are the 'warship class' Aryan Superman. They want to be more terrible!"

Stephanie nodded.

Her eyes were tinged with worry.

Muscle is strength, physique determines everything!

This is a fact recognized by many people!

Therefore, even if Luke showed no less powerful than the German Superman.

But Stephanie still has doubts. She has seen with her own eyes how strong those "warship class" Superman are in Berlin.

Tanks, bombers, thousands of soldiers

Are not opponents!

As an allied Superman, Luke doesn't know if he can do it.

With this in mind, Stephanie gripped the Springfield rifle and was ready to support the young brigadier general when she saw that the situation was wrong.

"To introduce myself, my name is Julian. If you screw your head off and take it back to Berlin, the Fuehrer will praise me greatly, and maybe be decorated like ziegfried."

The German soldier, who was as big as a giant, laughed.

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

Generally speaking, the lines are reserved for important roles.

With a heavy step, Stephanie, hiding behind the bunker, felt the ground tremble suddenly.

The crack of the cobweb extends around, and the tall and straight figure tears the air and creates a strong airflow.

It was almost a breathing time, approaching the German Superman.

Make a fist with your right hand and smash it with all your strength!

Luke at this time, compared with before, both strength and speed have been greatly improved.

He was fascinated by the feeling that he was making progress every day and night and getting stronger all the time.

The pleasure it brings is even more than the human passion for bed sports.

"So fast..."

The developed visual nerve made Julian barely capture Luke's moving track.

Feeling the heavy force coming on his face, he immediately put away his contempt.

The Allied super soldier doesn't look bad either!

Julian yelled, his strength surging wildly, and his muscles twisted into a ball.

Cross your arms and keep them in front of your chest.

"Let me see your strength first."

The idea flashed through Julian's mind.

If he had seen it with his own eyes, the mutant "steel shell" killed by Luke one punch after another would not have chosen to do so.

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

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

Dong!

The fist hit Julian's arms, and nearly ten tons of terror were poured into one point.

Hardly waiting for the German Superman to react, his two arms "clicked" and broke directly from his elbows!

The force can break the tank barrel, and the muscle fiber is like a strong arm like tightening a steel wire, which is like being thrown into a blender, and instantly shakes into rotten meat mud!

The severe pain reached Julian's brain. Before he screamed, Luke's eyes coagulated, his left hand leaned out, pressed the German Superman's thick shoulder and pressed it down.

Julian, with a big physique and like a little giant, was like a child without resistance. He couldn't stand the vigorous force. His legs were soft, "Dong" and his knees hit the ground heavily.

"It is said that the head of state in Berlin regards Aryans as the most perfect race, and super soldiers like you are what the Third Reich considers' Aryan Superman '."

Luke lowered his head and looked down coldly, "but now it seems that it's just so."

"The great Fuehrer..."

Julian's face was twisted, his arms showed white bone stubbles, and his flesh and blood wriggled hard to recover from his injury.

He looked at Luke and his eyes turned white.

"Long live the Third Reich!"

The frenzied roar fell, and a rather amazing energy fluctuation formed a powerful dazzling light mass, which directly swallowed Luke.

Like a huge ball of lightning, "Zizi" is burning the air, and the burnt smell is sent out.

Violent explosions continued to sound.

The thick smoke rising up covered the battlefield and made people unable to see the specific situation.

"It's over!"

Stephanie was holding the Springfield rifle with a dignified face.

She doesn't think Luke can survive. You know, the most powerful attack means of Aryan Superman is to release the energy light.

Even strong and thick tanks can explode, not to mention the fragile flesh and blood of human beings.

"He's careless. He should guard against Julian's move!"

Stephanie thought angrily.

Julian moved so fast that she didn't have time to remind Luke to be vigilant.

"The Allies... The rescue failed."

Stephanie watched the tall figure coming out of the billowing smoke and dust, ready to make a final struggle.

Anyway, she can't run far. Instead of fleeing in a hurry and being caught up and killed by the enemy, she might as well fight to the death!

"Stephanie, you look nervous."

Then, a low voice sounded to relax Stephanie, who was tight all over.

She couldn't believe it. She asked subconsciously, "why... You're not dead!"

The smoke caused by the explosion dissipated, and the figure that appeared was Luke!

He did not know when to change into a battle suit like steel armor. Removing the right palm firmly pressed on Julian's face, there were scorched black marks on the surface of his skin, and his whole body was almost unharmed.

"Of course I'm still alive, Stephanie."

Luke grinned.

He raised his hand and picked up Julian, who fell to the ground exhausted. After releasing the energy light mass, the German Superman degenerated into an ordinary man like a machine with exhausted power.

"To this extent, also deserve to be called Superman?"

Luke tilted his lips. The energy light released by the other party contains destructive power, which is really difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Even myself suffered a little injury.

According to his estimation, an energy beam is almost equivalent to the explosive force produced by an anti tank missile.

However, with the self-healing ability of Superman template, the scorched wound on the right palm recovered in less than a minute.