'What strength! What a keen sense of combat!'

  Sieglinde had this idea in her head. ??

  She occasionally competed with the two other 'battleship-classes' and had never suffered a loss in combat techniques.

  However, when facing Luke, she was a bit frazzled.

  Not only because the opponent's power was strong, but more importantly, the Allied Superman seemed to be able to anticipate her attacks.

  'Deathstroke's 'Master Assassin' skill is relatively easy to use. '

  Luke looked down at Sieglinde, who was lying in a large, human-shaped pit and didn't intend to say anything more, and lifted his foot and stomped down heavily.

  As he said before, there's no gender distinction on the battlefield, and taking pity on the enemy is tantamount to murdering himself and his teammates.

  Boom!

  One foot down!

  Sieglinde crossed her arms and held them in front of her chest.

  The heavy force was like a steel war hammer, breaking both arms with a bang.

  The pain was so intense that it went straight to her brain.

  Sieglinde's face distorted, and her eyes were filled with hot energy.

  She looked at Luke, looking down at her from above. And the Distortion Halo around her jumped and shot away.

  As if triggering a chain reaction, the terrifying energy poured out.

  Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!

  Boom, Boom, Boom ——

  Like a large number of explosives detonated, waves of air surged, hurricanes rolled, the entire street was plunged into an explosion.

  Smoke raised, bricks and stones flying, the concrete floor seems to have been plowed by bombers, full of broken potholes of different sizes.

  "Not bad for a 'battleship-class'!"

  Luke is inevitably affected. Even though he is equipped with the 'Master Assassin' skill card and had an excellent combat sense of detecting danger and anticipating the enemy, there's still nothing he could do in the face of a broad range Distortion Halo attack.

  It was like he was in a violent whirlpool, the blast forming shock waves, repeatedly crashing over and tearing at his body.

  "There's still some pain. "

  Luke, who pulled back and broke free, touched a gash on the right side of his cheek.

  His supervision pierced through the smokescreen and looked at Sieglinde, who struggled to get up.

  This female 'battleship-class' soldier was unable to move her two arms. Her German uniform became ragged, revealing some snow-white skin.

  She looked at Luke, who was unharmed, with a severe look in her eyes.

  "I heard that you were just a super soldier …"

  Sieglinde coughed a few times. The blood turned her lips scarlet.

  "But you are better than any Aryan Superman I've ever seen! It's incredible!"

  Luke accepted the compliment unceremoniously and smiled, "Isn't it a little late to realize this fact now?"

  Sieglinde, as a 'battleship-class' soldier, is indeed strong. She is incredibly close to his current self regarding strength, speed, and will to fight.

  Unfortunately, to ensure victory in the battle, Luke used Deathstroke's Master Assassin's skill card in advance.

  Superman's card, combined with Deathstroke's fighting ability, plays a role that's not as simple as one plus one is more significant than two.

  "No, it's not too late. "

  Sieglinde's voice was a little hoarse; the full release of her Distortion Halo had caused her to fall into an early state of fatigue.

  Suppose she can't get rid of the Allied Superman in front of her as soon as possible. Getting the chance to turn the tide again would be more challenging.

  "I used to despise those guys from Hydra; they only hide in the dark corners and are always ready to pull their dirty tricks. However, this time I have to admit that they are far-sighted. "

  Sieglinde stepped back and looked up at the dark night sky.

  In the distant sky, German bombers roared.

  "If I bury you with me, there will be no more obstacles to the Third Reich's advance!"

  …


  …


  "That's the … bomber fleet!"

  Rogers, who led the Allied soldiers and gradually cleared the 'tank-class' soldiers of the Third Reich, suddenly raised his head.

  He saw dozens of bombers forming a classic dense formation and swooping down.

  "It's the Stuka Bombers! The Whistling Death!"

  A shocked Allied soldier said.

  They are all meat shield-type reinforced models, lacking long-range attack means.

  Moreover, the 'tank-class' itself is hardly a serious threat to the highly maneuverable bombers.

  Unless there's a 'battleship-class,' they had a wide range of strikes and were able to execute precise point-blank fire from the ground.

  Like Sieglinde and Siegmund, they are best known for destroying Allied air units.

  "Captain Rogers! We're counting on you!"

  Everyone's eyes turned to Captain America. He was the only 'battleship-class.'

  "I'll try. "

  Rogers took a deep breath. He had no experience in dealing with bombers.

  This is the first time!

  His eyes glowed with incandescent light. Two balls of lightning-like energy formed, like a long-stored cannonball discharging.

  The Stuka bomber group that whistled past seemed to anticipate it and pulled up to avoid Rogers' airstrikes from the ground.

  The two energy balls abruptly fell short of their targets and collided with each other. The powerful airflow almost overturned a bomber.

  "No, we have to find a high point!"

  Rogers isn't as good as the Third Empire's 'battleship-class,' which could release Distortion Halo attacks at will, making it hard even to threaten the bombers.

  He thought of the Eiffel Tower standing in the Champ de Mars, the landmark building of Paris, standing on it to shoot planes would be most effective!

  Boom, boom, boom!

  As Stuka bombers swooped down, deafening explosions kept ringing.

  Rogers asked the Allied soldiers to find their own shelters while running towards the Eiffel Tower in Champ de Mars.

  'I wonder how Luke is doing over there!'

  Before that, there was an explosion from a block not far away, probably from Luke and the Third Reich's 'battleship class,' Sieglinde.

  Rogers never doubted the strength of his friend.

  But he didn't expect the Germans to send; not only an Aryan Superman but also bombers to flatten Paris.

  He didn't know what went wrong, but the Strategic Science Reserve had a false intelligence.

  Arguably, the bombers of the Third Reich couldn't have been hidden from the Allied forces and suddenly appeared here.

  …


  …


  "Baron Strucker, you're really well prepared. "

  Seeing the bombers hovering over Paris, Zemo touted, "What the Führer failed to do, you have now done. "

  The head of the Third Reich had the idea of bombing Paris before being backstabbed by General Sankt.

  He had personally ordered General Dietrich von Choltitz stationed there to destroy the city and fight to the last man and die for Germany.

  Perhaps after staying in Paris for a long time, he was tainted with the French culture. Choltitz, who is known as the 'Iron General,' didn't obey the Führer's instructions to destroy Paris and chose to surrender, thus avoiding the fate of this "romantic city" being burned to the ground!

  "Against even the weakest enemy, we must use all our strength. Besides, the Allied Superman isn't weak. Even Sieglinde is no match for him!"

  Baron Strucker said seriously.

  "But this confirms my judgment. Luke Cavill is by no means an ordinary super-soldier. Maybe there is Inhuman blood flowing in his body. "

  Initially Baron Strucker, also suspected that Luke might be a mutant.

  However, considering the other's feud with Sebastian Shaw and his ruthless attitude towards mutants, this guess was quickly rejected by Baron Strucker.

  It's the time of World War II, and superpowers were a rare thing; the Allies probably only saw Luke as an enhanced super-soldier.

  But Baron Strucker, who knew the existence of Inhumans and mutants in this world, couldn't help but think of other places.

  He thought that there must be something special about Luke.

  The blood passed down by different 'gods' could possess many incredible abilities after being activated by Terrigen crystals.

  Luke's strength, speed, recovery ability, and so on; aren't at the level that normal human beings could achieve.

  The two clues are linked together, and the final answer is ready to be revealed!

  'Will 'Project Distant Star,' which Hydra has insisted on for so long, finally be completed in my hands?'

  Baron Strucker, who thinks he knew the truth, couldn't help but feel an excited little inside.

  It was as if he had already seen the future scene in which he would receive eternal life from the Inhuman 'god.'

  At that time, not to mention the Allied forces, even if the entire world united, they couldn't resist the Inhuman domination of the planet!

  "What's that?"

  The first generation Zemo's surprised voice interrupted Baron Strucker's fantastic fantasy.

  "Zemo, you have to be stable; everything is under our control …"

  He snarled, picked up the telescope, and looked in the direction pointed by the other party.

  He saw a green light passing in the night sky. A vague figure sat on it, soaring under the sky.

  "Is that … a horse?"

  Baron Strucker's jaw dropped. The Allied Superman summoned an emerald green horse with two wings on its back?

  And, it could also fly in the air?

  This was also an ability from the Inhuman bloodline?

  This leader of the Hydra had many questions.

  …