Marvel's Superman

"General Cavill, what do you think?"

The Prime Minister snuffed out the half-smoked cigar and looked at Luke with expectant eyes. ​​

Stephanie put the Allies and the Axis Powers on the same starting line again and gave them the capital to participate in this game.

But this didn't mean that the scales of victory are beginning to tip in favor of the Allies.

The war that is sweeping the world had, in a sense, become a competition between cutting-edge warfare capabilities and consumption.

Ordinary soldiers were reduced to cannon fodder; even the tanks and bombers couldn't completely change the situation.

Luke is the only Superman in the Allies' possession.

Moreover, his combat power had exceeded the Third Reich's 'tank-class'.

There is no doubt about the young General's strategic position or his ability.

"I think the most important thing at this stage is to convene the Strategic Science Reserve to study the composition of Wöden's Blood and cultivate it. And select qualified soldiers as recipients."

Luke's thoughts were evident as he looked at the red crystals in a glass vessel and said in a deep voice, "We can use the red crystals Ms. Stephanie brought back as a specimen and draw blood from the soldiers who have been drafted into the army. "

"As long as the blood reacts with the red crystals, they can be selected as the candidates to try out the transformation program later on. "

Luke's idea made both the Prime Minister's and Stephanie's eyes shine.

This isn't a complex problem. But just after listening to all this, finding an implementable solution from the massive amount of information quickly...

This requires keen insight and quick response!

[Editor/note: *eye roll*]

"I'll tell Allied Command to bring back the Strategic Science Reserve -- under your leadership -- as soon as possible. General Cavill, as the savior of the Allies, you couldn't be more suitable!"

The Prime Minister knew how to gain goodwill and win over people. He quietly puts Luke in the position of holding absolute power.

The resources and status enjoyed by the Strategic Science Reserve to fight against the Axis Powers are bound to be top of the line.

Being able to sit in a leadership position is helpful for future development.

"It's my pleasure to contribute more to the Allied forces. "

Luke said with a sincere expression.

"My greatest wish is for world peace! Any ambitious person who tries to start a conflict is my enemy!"

The Prime Minister chuckled twice, held Luke's right hand firmly, and spoke with emotion, "It's fate. My greatest ambition in life is also world peace. "

"I can see right away that Your Excellency is also a peaceful man with a heart for the world. "

Luke subtly curled his lips.

The most famous Prime Minister of the British Empire was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.

Ironically, the Italian dictator Mussolini, who Luke himself caught, and the Führer of Berlin have been nominated for this award.

That's why the judges constantly redefine the word 'peace'.

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Berlin, Parliament Building.

The Fuhrer, who used to live in the bunker, was finally able to move into the luxurious bedroom, fair and square.

Those bombers buzzing around Berlin every day will no longer disturb their sleep and increase their inner fear.

"Siegfried, you are the hero of the Third Reich. The perfect Aryan and my most loyal guard. "

The Fuhrer woke up from the big soft bed, dressed in a robe, opened the door, and said so.

Although there was no Eva, the gentle lover beside him, Siegfried standing outside the door, made him feel exceptionally safe.

He didn't have to worry about his safety being threatened, and he didn't have to worry about the Allied troops attacking Berlin and pulling himself to the square to hang.

The head of the Third Reich had a good night's sleep.

But just over ten hours ago, he ordered Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of captured Soviets to test how strong the Aryan Superman was.

Those soldiers whose limbs were cut off by the vaporizing light, their wails, their cries, their blood, and limbs ... didn't give the Führer the slightest inner turmoil.

As a mediocre painter who had no talent and was rejected by art schools, he even thought it was globally the most beautiful color.

"General Sankt isn't here yet?"

The Fuhrer rang the service bell, and it didn't take long for the chef to bring the prepared food.

He skillfully picked up the knife and fork and cut the veal on his plate.

Although the cuisine of the Third Reich consists of pig's trotters, sausages, and various kinds of bread, he appreciates the French cooking more.

"Their food research is as skillful and proficient as raising the white flag and surrendering. "

The Fuhrer commented.

"General Sankt is on his way back. He was previously busy chasing a renegade female scientist who was a British spy."

Siegfried, who was tall and almost touched the ceiling chandelier, answered truthfully.

"How careless of him, and here I was going to reward him. "

The Fuhrer put down his knife and fork and chewed the food in his mouth, showing a disappointed expression on his face.

"General Sankt could have been a hero of the Third Reich like you, but unfortunately, he didn't seize the opportunity. "

Berlin currently has three 'battleship-classes,' excluding Siegfried, who is guarding at his side.

The Fuhrer hadn't met the remaining two yet.

The Führer only knew that a woman called Sieglinde maintains a city-wide alert in the air defense tower.

The other one is called Siegmund, who is responsible for destroying guerrilla forces outside the city.

The two of them had a fantastic record of scrapping dozens of Allied bombers in one fell swoop.

"I wonder if the cowards of the Allies would cry out in fear."

The Fuehrer was full of ambition, and he felt that God once again blessed him.

Soon, the Third Reich will stop its downward spiral and become even stronger.

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