Chapter 73

"Although the emotional spectrum is something only on the next set, the thinking and emotion of life can stimulate the will power of the green light!"

Luke, who swallowed the "green light disk", controlled the meager power of will, and the green light gushed out, like an invisible brush, outlining a winged heavenly horse.

Zieglind, who was ready for the bombing, was shocked and his brain briefly went down.

What is this operation?

Where on earth did the heavenly horse, which was as unreal as a shadow and glowed with green light, come from?

"Fight later! I'll deal with some trouble first!"

Luke, like Odin, the main God who controls the Eight Legged god horse in Nordic mythology, instantly rose to the sky and flew towards the bombers flying over Paris.

The so-called "green light disk" is actually a one-time substitute for the light ring. It does not need to charge the light furnace, mainly for emergency.

Its use time is very short, and it will be automatically scrapped when its energy consumption is clean. It is a unique prop of the green light Corps.

"There's something wrong with the intelligence of the strategic science Corps. I don't even know the news of the bombing of the third empire. Is it true that the Hydras are making trouble again?"

Luke, riding the heavenly horse, drew a light with forgiveness color and chased a Stuka bomber under the night sky.

The green light inspired by the power of will wrapped his body and got rid of the gravity of the earth.

"My God! Sir, why didn't you tell me to fight this monster before you set out?"

The pilot of the Stuka bomber immediately asked the gunner to operate the 7.92mm mg-17 machine gun.

Dada, dada! Dada, dada!

A long tongue of fire spewed out and hit Luke.

With the krypton suit absorbing most of the kinetic energy, this damage is like tickling for him.

Boom!

One punch!

The flat wing of the all metal structure was broken.

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

"Next one!"

Luke stopped and turned skillfully and freely, like a predator, flying to the poor, weak and helpless bombers.

Boom! Boom! Boom, boom!

A dazzling fire like fireworks, in full bloom under the night sky.

The satisfied Baron Strack saw the scene through the telescope. His face was so blue and angry that he couldn't speak.

He didn't know how many words it took him to get the holy general to allow the Hydra to mobilize a Stuka bomber group. As a result, it would be scrapped in less than a few minutes.

"Siegfried, hasn't Siegfried arrived yet?"

Baron Strack turned and asked in a gloomy tone.

"In order to hide the Allied eye liner, they left the front line yesterday and headed for Paris. It's time to go to town."

Gen ZEMO bowed his head and replied.

He was wise not to ask why Luke could change a heavenly horse, let alone the fact that the Allied Superman punched one bomber and turned the whole fleet over.

"Let's withdraw first!"

Baron Strack pondered for a long time and made a decision.

Originally, I hid in an unknown corner and watched my opponent fall into a terrible trap designed by myself. Finally, I couldn't get rid of it with all my strength and had to wait for death in despair - this is a matter of great sense of achievement.

But now, Baron Strack lost his mood and his original sense of security.

He was afraid that in the next second, Luke would overturn the roof and appear in the house. He used his bare hands to blow up the just iron fist of the bomber and gave himself an unforgettable lesson.

Strong fear is like a seed. Once it takes root, it is difficult to erase it.

"Whether the three 'warship classes' of the saint general can successfully defeat Luke Carville or not, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Baron Strack saw the puzzled eyes of a generation of ZEMO and deliberately explained, "there is a saying in the East that smart people will not stand under the wall about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is very dangerous and no longer a place to watch."

"The holy general has given my soldiers the human body transformation of 'Walden's blood', and the third empire and him have lost their use value."

"To be on the safe side, we'd better leave first."

A generation of ZEMO was stunned. Didn't he say he wanted to capture Luke Carville, sacrifice to the Alien God and complete the "far Star project"?

It hasn't started yet!

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"Huh?"

A mass of green light wrapped his body, like a human torch, Luke pricked his ears and heard the sound of an aircraft engine a few blocks away.

He wanted to fly over to have a look, but like Altman who was about to run out of energy, the light of forgiveness flashed, which was a sign that the "green light disk" was about to be scrapped.

"We can only land first."

Luke swept through the city with his super vision. His sharp eyes caught a shiny bald head and a sneaky figure wearing a mask.

"Hydra, it's really what they're doing."

He recognized one of them, Baron Strack, who had taken Bucky from krausburg.

Silently write this guy down in a small book, and then go to his trouble when the third empire is settled.

Lock zeglind's position, Luke controls the remaining energy and lands on the ground.

"Madam, if you are willing to give up the secret and join the allies to fight against the dictatorship and tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe the senior level of the allies will understand your difficulties and accept your surrender."

As soon as Luke stood firm, the green light shrouded in him disappeared.

He looked at zieglind, who was worthy of being a "warship", and his recovery ability was extremely amazing.

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

"Brigadier general, your strength has won my respect. If you can throw yourself into the arms of the third empire, the saint general will give you a rich reward."

Ziglind said sincerely.

"I am already the youngest Brigadier General of the alliance, and I may be promoted to major general after the war. Maybe I can take the post of secretary of defense in a few years, and then enter the White House... Tell me, Saint general, what chips can he give? The third empire can't protect itself!"

Luke remained unmoved and Berlin could only write bad checks.

Nothing else can be given to him.

"What a pity, brigadier general, if only you were German. A strong and powerful man like you, combined with me, will certainly give birth to the perfect gene beyond the 'battleship class'."

Sieglind was outspoken, and her blue eyes looked straight at Luke.

After the fierce battle just now, the German uniform can only cover the key points, and a large area of skin is exposed to the air.

Pooh!

A bad woman greedy for my body.

Luke's eyes were not squint and his face was upright.

"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 destroyed in the bombing.

He is two meters tall, like a human statue cast of steel. His gestures are full of a sense of power.

With a bloody head in his right hand, he was a "tank level" allied soldier.

"Shut up! All said, call me zieglind, you bastard!"

Zieglind said unhappily.

"Zigmund, don't underestimate this brigadier general. He is more qualified to be called 'Superman' than those inferior products. If we fight alone, either of us may not be his opponent!"

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

"Well, this guy is very good at flying. He destroyed a group of bombers with his bare hands. But the saint general said, I am the most potential 'warship class', the real Aryan Superman!"

Another figure.

Blond hair, blue eyes, strong facial features, wearing the same German uniform as zieglind.

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

"Siegfried, you arrogant and idiot! This is not your personal show!"

Sieglind covered her face. She knew what would happen if she despised Luke.

The young Brigadier General of the League army will never give the enemy a chance to breathe as long as he has the upper hand.

"I said, everybody - are you finished?"

Luke moved his muscles and bones. The effect of the death knell's "body master" skill card was still there. He soon entered the state of battle.

His sharp eyes swept over three "warships" and finally put them on zigmund holding the head of the Allied soldiers.

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

The slightly cold voice fell to the ground, Luke stepped on the ground, and the strength in his body was like the tide.

The tall and straight figure turned into a silhouette, wrapped in the turbulent air flow, like a sports car with instantaneous speed-up, and approached zigmund in front of him in an instant.