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  'Although it's said that the spectrum of emotions is only available in the studio next door, the thoughts and emotions of living beings could more or less stimulate the vital energy of the Green Lantern!'

  Luke, who swallowed the 'Green Lantern Corpse Disc,' harnessed a little bit of willpower, and the emerald green light erupted like an invisible pen, outlining a heavenly horse with two wings on its back.

  Sieglinde, who was preparing for the bombing, looked shocked. Her brain briefly fell into a state of blankness.

  What the hell is this?

  Where did that illusory, shadow-like, emerald-green glowing horse emerge from?

  "We'll fight later! I'm going to take care of some trouble first!"

  Luke, like the Norse god, Odin, the Allfather who controlled the eight-legged horse. Sleipnir took off into the sky in an instant and flew towards the bombers that swept over Paris.

  The so-called 'Green Lantern Corpse Disc' is a one-time substitute for the power ring, which didn't need the lamp to charge. It was mainly for emergencies.

  Its usage time is short and will be scrapped automatically when the energy is consumed clean. It's a unique item of the Green Lantern Corps.

  'There is something wrong with the intelligence from the Strategic Science Reserve, not even knowing about the bombing by the Third Reich. Maybe, Hydra is up to something again?'

  Luke, riding on a Pegasus, ablaze with the light of willpower, chased a Stuka bomber under the night sky.

  The green glow of willpower wrapped around his body, freeing him from the gravitational pull of the earth.

  "Good heavens! Sir, why didn't you tell me we were going to fight this monster before we left?"

  The pilot of the Stuka bomber quickly told the gunner to fire the 7.92mm MG-17 machine gun.

  Da da da! Da da da!

  Long tongues of fire spewed out and struck Luke's body.

  Having the Kryptonian suit absorbs most of the kinetic energy. This damage was like scratching an itch for him.

  Boom!

  A punch swung out!

  The metal structure of the flat wing was broken.

  Like a bird with broken wings, the bomber screamed sharply and fell toward the earth.

  "Next one!"

  Luke stopped and turned around skillfully, like a predator. He flew toward the poor, weak, and helpless bombers.

  Boom! Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!

  Clouds of dazzling fireworks, blooming in the night sky.

  Baron Strucker, who was full of ambition, saw this scene through the telescope. He was livid and speechless with anger.

  He didn't know how much time it took to get General Sankt to allow Hydra to mobilize a fleet of Stuka bombers. As a result, it was scrapped in less than a few minutes.

  "Are Siegfried, and Siegmund here yet?"

  Baron Strucker turned around and asked in a gloomy tone.

  "To deceive the Allies' eyes, they left the front line yesterday and headed for Paris. Counting the time, they should be entering the city. "

  The first generation Zemo bowed his head and replied.

  He wisely didn't ask why Luke could create a Pegasus and didn't mention that the Allied Superman punched a bomber and turned over the whole fleet.

  "Let's withdraw!"

  Baron Strucker pondered for a long while and made a decision.

  He was hiding in an unknown corner, watching the opponent fall into his own carefully designed terrible trap, exhausted all efforts and couldn't break free, and finally wait in despair for death —— this was a rather fulfilling thing for him.

  But now, Baron Strucker had lost this mood and his original sense of security.

  He was afraid that Luke would overturn the roof in the next second and appear inside the room, using that righteous iron fist he used to blow up the bomber to give himself an unforgettable lesson.

  Intense fears have taken root like seeds that were hard to eradicate.

  "It doesn't matter if General Sankt's three 'battleship-classes' can successfully defeat Luke Cavill; it's none of our business anyway. "

  Baron Strucker saw Zemo's puzzled eyes and deliberately explained, "There's a saying in the East, intelligent people don't stand under a wall that's about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is very dangerous. It's no longer a place where you can watch the excitement. "

  "General Sankt has already given my soldiers the 'Wöden's Blood' body transformation. He and the Third Reich are no longer helpful. "

  "To be on the safe side, let's leave first. "

  Zemo was a little stunned. 'Didn't he say that he wanted to capture Luke Cavill, sacrifice him to the Inhuman God and finish 'Project Distant Star'?'

  This hasn't even started yet!

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  "Hmm?"

  A green light wrapped around his body, like a human torch. Luke strained his ears and heard the sound of a plane engine starting a few blocks away.

  He wanted to fly over and take a look. But unfortunately, just like Ultraman, whose energy was about to run out, the original willpower color flickered, a sign that the 'Green Lantern Corpse Disc' was about to expire.

  'I have to land first. '

  Luke scanned the city with his supervision, and his sharp eyes caught sight of a brightly shining bald head and a sneaky figure wearing a mask.

  "Hydra, it's them. "

  He recognized one of them, Baron Strucker, the man who took Bucky from Klausenburg.

  He silently noted this. When the Third Reich is finished, he'll go after him again.

  Locked in on Sieglinde's position, Luke manipulated what little energy he had left and landed on the ground.

  "Miss, if you are willing to turn your back on the dark and join the Allies to help you resist the dictatorship and tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe that the top Allied leaders will understand your difficulties and accept your defection. "

  Luke had just stood firm when the green light of willpower that enveloped his body disappeared…


  He looked at Sieglinde, who was a 'battleship-class' with unique recovery ability.

  He only left for a few minutes, and the two broken arms had healed in succession.

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

  Sieglinde said sincerely.

  "I am already the youngest Brigadier General of the Allies, and I may be promoted to Major General after the war. Maybe in a few years, I'll be able to assume the position of Secretary of Defense and then enter the White House … Tell me, what bargaining chip can General Sankt give? The Third Reich can't even protect itself!"

  Luke was unmoved. Berlin could only write one blank check after another.

  Other than that, there's nothing to give him.

  "It's a pity. General, it would be nice if you were German. A man as strong and powerful as you, in combination with me, will be able to breed perfect genes beyond 'battleship class.' "

  Sieglinde was outspoken. Her blue eyes looked straight at Luke.

  After the fierce battle earlier, the German uniform could only wrap around the vitals, and a large part of her skin was exposed to the air.

  Tsk!

  'A bad woman who craves my body.'

  Luke's eyes didn't even squint, showing a righteous face.

  "Hey hey, Klaudia, I'm much taller than this guy. Are you sure you don't want to consider me?"

  A German soldier with black hair walked out of the house reduced to ruins in the bombing.

  He is two meters tall, like a human statue cast in steel, and his gestures were full of vitality and strength.

  He also carried a bloody head in his right hand that used to be a 'tank-class' Allied soldier.

  "Shut up! I told you, call me Sieglinde. You bastard!"

  Sieglinde said in an unpleasant tone.

  "Siegmund, don't underestimate this would-be Major General; he deserves to be called 'Superman' more than the inferior ones. If we fight alone, any one of us may not be his opponent!"

  Two Aryan Supermen, one in front of the other, blocked Luke's way, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

  "Well, the guy is quite good at fighting planes, destroying a fleet of bombers with his bare hands. However, as General Sankt said, I am the 'battleship-class' with the strongest potential. The real Aryan Superman!"

  Another figure came.

  Blonde, blue-eyed, with robust facial features, wearing the same German uniform as Sieglinde, the man looked at Luke with a hint of excitement and seemed eager to start the battle between 'Supermen.'

  "Siegfried, you egomaniac idiot! This isn't your one-man show!"

  Sieglinde covered her face, knowing full well what would happen if she belittled Luke.

  The young Brigadier General of the Allied side will never give the enemy a chance to breathe once he gets the upper hand.

  "I said, guys —— are you done talking?"

  Luke moved his muscles a bit, and with the effect of 'Master Assassin' skill still in development, he quickly entered the combat state.

  The sharp eyes swept over the three 'battleship-classes' and finally rested on Siegmund, who was carrying the head of the Allied soldier.

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

  The slightly unkind words fell, Luke stomped on the ground, and the strength in his body surged like the tide.

  The tall and straight figure turned into a blur. It was wrapped in raging air current, like a sports car that sped up instantly and closed in on Siegmund in an instant.