"Thank you for your kind words, but that's the end of the farce for tonight. "

  Luke put away his smile and looked cold. ??

  Then, he suddenly rushed out!

  The hard ground opened up with fine cracks, like spider webs.

  The dark red cloak was lifted, and in less than a second, Luke arrived in front of Azazel.

  The tall body was like a wall, crushing straight forward.

  The terrifying wind pressure emitted a 'hissing' whistle!

  "Too fast …"

  With Azazel's reaction speed, it would have been impossible for him to dodge.

  But with an alert sense of danger, the red figure dissipated like smoke, avoiding Luke's head-on charge.

  'When did such monsters appear in the Allied Forces?'

  Azazel moved to a higher altitude. Then he flickered several times, pulling away by a considerable distance.

  It seems that this is the only way for him to regain a sense of security.

  Like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, Luke left a deep impression on the Azazel.

  The other side just waved his fist. With his bulging muscles, it could cause the air pressure to roar. This shows how terrifying his physical strength was!

  'Unless it's Mr. Shaw. Otherwise, it would be impossible to block the power of the punch head-on!'

  Azazel made a judgment.

  His long, slender tail curled around a sharp dagger, and his eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent.

  As long as it's human, there will always be a weakness!

  The Allied Captain doesn't look like a mutant; otherwise, he would have reacted emotionally to seeing himself.

  'There's nothing to be afraid of if I'm careful to avoid his fists!'

  Azazel looked at Luke, who was looking at him with cold eyes, and he inexplicably developed an inflated sense of 'I can do it' and 'I'm good.'

  With a few quick instantaneous moves, he got closer to the Allied Captain!

  The sharp inverted triangle tail was like another arm extended from his body. It didn't only maintain good balance but could also handle weapons flexibly.

  A sharp dagger stabbed Luke in the back of the head!

  "You're too slow. "

  Luke heard the wind whistling behind him and spoke with a cold expression.

  His right leg flew like an iron whip, twisting the air around it, kicking Azazel in the head!

  Before he could come near, Azazel could feel the strong wind. As if a gigantic wave was rolling through, the momentum was unbelievable!

  The air was like a barrel of gunpowder being ignited, emitting an explosive boom.

  Satan smiled smugly and disappeared, letting the terrifying whip-like kick fall short.

  This is just a feint to get Luke's attention!

  After the smoke condensed and flashed twice, Azazel suddenly appeared.

  The sharp dagger with the tail curling around it jabbed straight at Luke's neck!

  "As I said, you're … too slow!"

  Luke's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head. His left solid arm directly flew over!

  Ding ding!

  The sharp dagger poked his neck but rebounded violently.

  While Azazel was stuck, Luke grabbed his slender tail.

  With a strong pull, Azazel couldn't resist and was pulled over.

  Luke pulled the tail with his left hand and punched with his right.

  Sending an uppercut straight at his chin!

  When the uppercut made contact with Satan's chin, Azazel felt a loud 'buzz' in his head.

  It was like a dull thunderbolt that struck directly into the skull!

  After a sharp pain, the whole person lost consciousness!

  If Azazel could see himself, he would cry out and think of plastic surgery.

  His jawline was crushed and cracked, half of his face looked like it had been blown up like a gunpowder barrel, all his teeth had fallen out, his cheeks were torn through, and you could barely see his original appearance.

  The blood that covered his face was like an open faucet, flowing out in a torrent.

  This miraculous amount of bleeding made people wonder if he would die outright due to excessive blood loss.

  Frankly speaking, Azazel is still alive because of his strong physique and a certain degree of healing ability.

  "This is only 30% of my power. "

  Luke said gently.

  And then,

  He pulled the tail again and pulled back Azazel, who had fallen to the ground.

  As if he was a flying insect entangled in a spider's thread, the deficient mutant fell into Luke's hands.

  His five fingers folded, like iron tongs, gripping Azazel's neck.

  "So much for mutants. "

  Hearing Luke's comment, out of mutant pride, Satan instinctively wanted to refute a few words.

  However, he felt that the hand gripping his neck was gradually tightening. A suffocating pressure forced him to shut up.

  Falling into the clutches of this Allied Captain, for the first time, Azazel felt that life was so fragile.

  As long as Luke squeezed a little more harder, he would finally say goodbye to this world.

  Not to mention escaping with teleportation, right now, Azazel didn't even dare to think of moving for fear of provoking the other's murderous heart.

  "It's not bad. "

  Luke picked up Azazel like a dead dog and strode to the dungeon.

  The battle outside had long attracted the attention of other mutants.

  However, they didn't think any terrible opponent could threaten the shadowy and ghostly Azazel!

  These mutants in World War II haven't seen superheroes that sprang up in later generations. They naturally had a shallow vision, thinking that they were the future rules of the world.

  If they were brilliant, they wouldn't be brainwashed by Sebastian Shaw.

  "Azazel!"

  The leather-clad woman who was releasing poisons, couldn't help but exclaim when she saw Azazel.

  With a slight lift of her hand, a mass of green fog gushed over.

  The leather-clad woman's ability was to release nerve gas, causing a wide range of indiscriminate lethal attacks.

  The Howling Commandos in the tunnel wouldn't have lasted so long if it had not been for Mussolini's survival.

  "Not a good idea. "

  Luke's expression was unchanged and unafraid.

  With one step, the ground shook!

  His upright figure closed in on the leather-clad woman in an instant.

  The green smoke was blown away by a surge of air before it got close.

  A hand slashed lightly hit her neck. The opponent's neck immediately slacked as if it had been broken.

  Both eyes went dull and fell straight down!

  The battle ended faster than anyone could have imagined.

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