Marvel’s Superman

"Although the emotional spectrum is something only available on the set next door, the thinking and emotion of a living body can stimulate the green light's willpower to some extent!"

Luke, who swallowed the "Green Lantern Disk", harnessed that meager power of will, and the emerald green light spurted out, like an invisible brush, outlining a Pegasus with wings on its back.

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

What is this operation?

Where did that illusory, shadowy, emerald-green Pegasus emerge from?

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

Luke, like Odin, the main god who rides the eight-legged horse in Norse mythology, instantly soared into the sky and flew towards the bomber group that passed over Paris.

The so-called "green light disk" is actually a one-time replacement for the lamp ring, which does not require the lamp stove to charge, mainly for emergency.

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

"There is something wrong with the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps. I don't even know about the bombing of the Third Reich. Could it be that the Hydra guys are doing something again?"

Luke, riding a Pegasus, drew a light of forgiveness, chasing a Stuka bomber under the night sky.

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

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

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

Da da da! Da da da!

A long tongue of flame spit out and hit Luke's body.

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

boom!

One punch!

The straight wings of all-metal construction were interrupted.

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

"Next one!"

Luke stopped and turned around skillfully, like a predatory hunter, flying towards the poor, weak and helpless bomber group.

boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!

Bunch of dazzling flames, like fireworks, bloomed under the night sky.

The complacent Baron Strucker saw this scene through the telescope, his face was ashen, and he was speechless with anger.

He didn't know how much speech it took to get the Holy General to allow Hydra to mobilize a Stuka bomber group, but it was all scrapped in less than a few minutes.

"Siegfried, hasn't Siegmund arrived yet?"

Baron Strucker turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.

"In order to hide from the Allies, they only left the front line yesterday and headed for Paris. Calculate the time, they should enter the city."

Generation Zemo lowered his head and replied.

He wisely didn't ask why Luke was able to transform into a Pegasus, let alone the fact that this Allied Superman punched a bomber and overturned the entire fleet.

"Let's get out first!"

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

Originally hiding in an unknown corner, watching the opponent fall into the terrifying trap that I carefully designed, and finally trying my best to break free, I can only wait for death in despair-this is a very fulfilling thing.

But now, Baron Strucker 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 those iron fists of justice that blasted the bomber with his bare hands.

Intense fear is like a seed that is hard to eradicate once it takes root.

"Whether or not the three 'Battleship Classes' of the Holy General can successfully defeat Luke Cavill, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Seeing Zemo's puzzled eyes, Baron Strucker explained deliberately, "There is a saying in the East that smart people don't 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 fun.”

"The Holy General has given my warriors the 'Blood of Woden' body modification, and the Third Reich and him have lost their usefulness."

"To be safe, let's leave first."

A generation of Zemo was a little stunned, 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 hasn't even started yet!

...

...

"Um?"

A cloud of 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 take a look, but unfortunately, just 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.

"You can only land first."

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

"Hydra, they are really doing something."

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

Silently write down this guy in a small notebook, and then go to trouble him when the Third Reich is settled.

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

"Ma'am, if you are willing to give up the dark to the light, join the Allied countries, and contribute to the resistance to the dictatorship and tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe that the high-level officials of the Allied Forces will understand your difficulties and accept your surrender."

Just as Luke stood firm, the green light of forgiveness that enveloped him disappeared.

He looked at Sieglinde, who was indeed a "battleship class", and his recovery ability was amazing.

He had only left for a few minutes, and the two broken arms had been healed one after another.

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

Sieglind said sincerely.

"I'm already the youngest brigadier general in the Allied powers, and I may be promoted to major general after the war. Maybe in a few years, I'll be able to sit as Secretary of Defense and then the White House... Tell me, the Holy General he can give What bargaining chips? The Third Reich can't protect itself!"

Luke was unmoved, and Berlin could only make empty checks.

Other than that, nothing can be given to him.

"It's a pity, Commodore, how good you would be if you were a German. A strong and powerful man like you, combined with me, will definitely breed perfect genes beyond the 'battleship class'."

Sieglind spoke bluntly, and those blue eyes stared straight at Luke.

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

Pooh!

The bad woman who is greedy for my body.

Luke looked straight and straight.

"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 a house that had been reduced to ruins by the bombing.

He is two meters tall, like a humanoid statue cast in steel, and every move is full of power.

In his right hand, he also held a bloody head, which was a "tank-level" Allied soldier.

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

Sieglind said angrily.

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

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

"That's right, this guy is really good at fighter jets, and he destroyed a bomber group with his bare hands. But the Holy General said, I am the most potential 'battleship class', the real Aryan superman!"

Another figure.

Blonde and blue-eyed, with tough features, wearing the same German uniform as Sieglinde.

The man looked at Luke with a hint of excitement, as if he couldn't wait to start this "Superman" battle.

"Siegfried, you megalomaniac and idiot! This is not your one-man show!"

Sieglind covered her face, she knew very well what it would be to despise Luke.

This young brigadier general of the Allied Army, as long as he has the upper hand, will never give the enemy a chance to breathe again.

"I said, folks—are you done talking?"

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

His sharp eyes swept across the three "Battleship Classes", and finally placed them on Sigmund who was holding the heads of the Allied soldiers.

"Now that the players are in place, the game begins!"

The slightly cold voice landed, Luke stepped on the ground with one foot, and the power in his body surged like a tide.

The tall and straight figure turned into an afterimage, wrapped in a hurricane airflow, like a sports car that accelerated in an instant, approaching Zigmund in an instant.

ps: Thank you [Yun Hun Ye Dan Ke] 100 points for the reward, compare your heart~

ps2: The editor said that the recent response to the plot was not good, the mood was low, and I was autistic~

ps3: Maybe the plot of the movie is more attractive to more readers. I clearly have a lot of effort to conceive the plot every day. Grievance.jpg

ps4: I'm in a bad mood, I sacrifice a copy of "Repaying the Motherland from the beginning of Meiman", as long as you watch fast enough, 404 will not be able to catch up with you~