Superman

But if you think about it carefully, you can't find any problems.

Later, the secret organization Brotherhood of the Holy Shield established by various historical celebrities, such as Da Vinci, Newton, Tesla, Galileo, etc., adopted the eagle logo from the shield held by Imhotep.

As for the later S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, and Leviathan, the three are actually all of the same origin, and there are more or less traces of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Brotherhood, but they go in different directions.

Therefore, it is reasonable for the Third Reich, which inherited part of the Hydra heritage, to obtain the biological transformation technology of the "Bruder Zerg".

"At the beginning, the Germans didn't know that the ancient document contained cutting-edge technology for transforming the human body. The research on it was more out of academic curiosity, but when someone deciphered the content of Chapter 1, everything Everything has changed."

Stephanie didn't know that Luke had already guessed the whole incident. She adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and continued: "The Germans realized that they found a treasure! They found a key that opened the door to the new human world." The key So, the Holy General who was in charge of all this reported the news to the Führer, and the whole Aryan Superman project started to operate.”

"Three departments were set up separately. The first one was to make the catalyst for transforming the human body based on the content of the offering, which is the blood of Woden. The second one was responsible for screening the receptors and finding suitable targets for transformation. The third one is currently the largest An institution that specializes in transforming the human body and mass-producing those monsters."

"And that's not the worst part. The Holy General only translated one-fifth of the ancient tribute. That is to say, in addition to the tank-class and battleship-class, there may be more powerful Aryan supermen in the future."

After Stephanie finished speaking, the Prime Minister fell silent.

A more powerful Aryan superman?

"Aircraft carrier class"?

Luke, who kept quiet, blinked. He was thinking about what level he was in the late stage of development.

"Nuclear bomb level"?

"Space Battleship Class"?

"Star Destroyer Class"?

"Two-way foil class"?

As for the threat of Aryan Superman, to be honest, he didn't take it very seriously.

It's not too inflated, or blindly confident, calm down a little bit, and think with your head, you can guess that these low-profile "supermen" who have undergone body modification must have some unknown and huge flaws.

Otherwise, as early as the ancient Egyptian period, the "Brud Zerg" ruled the world, and there is no need to wait until the Third Reich to inherit this technology.

"Stephanie, tell me, are those Supermen capable of growth? Why hasn't the Third Reich implemented mass production yet?"

The prime minister is indeed a veteran politician with flexible wrists. He quickly found out several key issues from the female spy's words.

"Currently, mass production is an impossible task. Research has shown that the blood of Woden, which acts as a catalyst, will only work on about one in five thousand subjects and start the transformation process."

Seeing the prime minister who wanted to touch it, Stephanie hurriedly stopped her and said, "For other people, it is a deadly contact poison."

"In that ancient document, there is a method to identify the target, but General Sheng couldn't decipher it, so he came up with another cruel plan."

"First test the catalyst on thousands of prisoners, as well as those Jews, Soviet prisoners. Then blood is drawn from the survivors for special tests."

"Then, use the identified blood on a large scale to mark those potential targets, that is, soldiers who are similar to the survivors and meet the requirements of Woden's blood, and recruit them into the team."

"In the end, as long as those soldiers are all listed as the targets of the catalyst, one of them will pass the hundreds of tank classes, and the three battleship classes are all like this."

After listening to the prime minister, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Stephanie destroys a production plant, "Worden's Blood" needs to be bred, plus the low success rate of making Aryan Superman.

This series of reasons made it difficult for the Axis powers to complete the final plan to push the European continent with explosive forces in a short period of time, and won a little respite for the Allies.

"Commander Carville, what do you think?"

The Prime Minister extinguished the half-smoked cigar and looked at Luke expectantly.

Stephanie allowed the Allies and the Axis countries to stand on the same starting line again and have the capital to participate in this game.

But this does not mean that the balance of victory began to tilt in favor of the Allies.

In a sense, this war sweeping the world has become a competition and consumption among cutting-edge combat forces.

Ordinary soldiers are reduced to cannon fodder, and even tanks and bombers cannot completely change the situation.

Luke, is the only Superman owned by the Confederate States.

Moreover, the combat power he displayed has surpassed the "tank level" of the Third Reich.

There is no doubt about this young brigadier general in terms of strategic position or personal ability.

"I think the most important thing at this stage is to convene the Strategic Science Corps to study the components of Woden's blood and cultivate them. And, to screen qualified soldiers as recipients"

Luke's thoughts were clear. Looking at the red spar in the glass container, he said in a deep voice, "We can use the red spar brought back by Ms. Stephanie as a reagent to draw blood from the soldiers who were drafted into the army."

"As long as the blood reacts with the red spar, it can be selected as a receptor to try the subsequent transformation plan."

Luke's idea brightened the eyes of both the Prime Minister and Stephanie.

This is not really a problem, but just after hearing all this, you can immediately find an implementable solution from the huge amount of information.

This requires keen insight and reaction speed!

"I will tell the Allied Forces Command to recall the Strategic Science Corps as soon as possible and lead it under your leadership. Brigadier General Carville, as the savior of the Allied Forces, you are perfect!"

The prime minister is well versed in the skills of gaining favor and winning people over, so he quietly sent Luke to this position of real power.

The resources and status enjoyed by the Axis powers that the Strategic Science Corps will fight against must be top-notch.

Being able to take the position of leader is indeed very helpful for future development.

"It is my honor to be able to contribute a little more to the Allied Forces."

Luke said sincerely.

"My biggest wish is world peace! Any ambitious person who tries to stir up disputes is my enemy!"

The Prime Minister laughed twice, firmly held Luke's right hand, and said emotionally: "It's really a fate, the greatest ideal of my life is also world peace."

"I can tell at a glance that His Excellency the Prime Minister is also a pacifist with the world in mind."

Luke curled his lips unobtrusively.

The most famous prime minister of the British Empire was later nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.

But ironically, the Italian dictator Mussolini, who was captured by Luke himself, and the Berlin Fuhrer were nominated for this award.

So, those award judges can always redefine the word "peace".

Chapter 59? General, what a pity

Berlin, Reichstag.

The head of state who lived in the bunker before was finally able to move into a luxurious bedroom openly.

Those bombers that buzz over Berlin every day will no longer disturb my sleep and add to my inner fear.

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

The head of state woke up from the big soft bed, put on his nightgown, opened the door and said.

Although there is no gentle and lovely lover Eva by his side, Siegfried standing outside the door makes him feel extra secure.

You no longer have to worry about life safety being threatened, and you don't have to worry about the Allied troops breaking through Berlin and dragging yourself to the square to hang yourself.

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

However, just a dozen hours ago, in order to test how strong the Aryan superman was, he personally ordered Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of captured Soviet troops.

The wailing, crying, and bloody stumps of the soldiers whose limbs had been cut off after being evaporated by the shattering light did not cause the Führer to feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

As a mediocre painter with little talent who was rejected by the art school, he even felt that it was the most beautiful color in the world.

"Has the Holy General arrived yet?"

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

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

Although the delicacies of the Third Reich are pig's trotters, sausages and various breads, he personally appreciates the cooking skills of the French more.

"Their research on food is as skillful and proficient as raising a white flag to surrender."

The head of state commented so.

"General Sheng is on his way back. He was busy hunting down a defected female scientist who was a British spy."

Siegfried, who was so tall that he almost touched the ceiling chandelier, answered truthfully.

"It's really careless. I wanted to reward him."

The Führer put down his knife and fork and chewed the food in his mouth with a disappointed expression on his face.

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

There are currently three "battleship classes" in Berlin, excluding Siegfried who is by his side.

The remaining two have not yet met.

The Führer only knew that one was Sieglinde, a woman, who was keeping the whole city on guard at the anti-aircraft tower.

The other is called Siegmund, responsible for destroying the guerrillas outside the city.

The two of them once had an amazing record of scrapping dozens of Allied bombers.

"I don't know if the gang of cowards in the Allied countries will cry out in fright."

The head of state was full of ambition, and he felt that he was once again favored by heaven.

Soon, the Third Reich would stop collapsing and grow stronger.

Power that is too easy to get will make a person's ambition expand infinitely.

Just like the Red Skull who mastered the Rubik's Cube, the Führer was so excited at this time that he subconsciously ignored the difficult situation of the Third Reich, and even began to plan to attack Stalingrad again and take Moscow.

He never ceased to brood over the defeat of the German army in front of the Soviets.

This time, the opportunity to prove your ability has come!

"The Holy General has arrived."

The phone by the bedside in the bedroom rang, and Siegfried picked up the receiver, and after a few seconds of answering, he announced the news.

"He is already downstairs, waiting for your reception from the head of state."

"Let General Sheng come up. Although he made a mistake, he has also contributed to the Third Reich and shed blood. I can't treat the hero badly!"

With a wave of the Führer's hand, Siegfried opened the door, and not long after, the solemn General Saint appeared at the door.

"You look depressed, General Sheng. I've heard it all, don't worry about being punished, the failure of security work is not within your responsibility, and you have worked hard to solve those troubles but failed."

With his hands behind his back, the Führer stepped barefoot on the dark patterned carpet.

If one ignores the long burgundy nightgown that fell to his ankles, he looked imposing, like a victorious general.

"You are a hero, you brought my miracle weapon and saved the Third Reich albeit a bit late."

The head of state took off his glasses, as if lifting the seal.

He glared angrily at the straight-backed General Sheng, dropped the pencil in his hand forcefully, and said loudly, "You owe me a reasonable explanation, General."

"I read your report and asked Siegfried, the Aryan Superman project has been completed for several months"

"It's been longer than that, almost a year, my Führer."

General Sheng interrupted the head of state who was about to enter a roaring state after he lifted the seal, and said calmly: "I created the first type I Aryan superman eleven months ago."

"And the first Type II was also put into use not long after, followed by the production of the tank class. The three battleship classes appeared later."

The Führer, who was interrupted, put on his glasses and then took them off again.

After re-reading the article.

The seal was lifted again.

Roaring begins!

"So! During this year, you never told me about this! I watched the empire retreat steadily, and watched my spirit being tortured by the bombers of the Allies!"

The head of state didn't understand what General Sheng did. He was very angry and couldn't help but want to call out "scum".

"I thought the Red Skull would last a little longer. And at that time, the Aryan supermen were not ready, they couldn't change the pattern of the war."

General Sheng remained calm and explained in a steady voice: "After World War I, many Germans thought that tanks were just novelties and didn't care. Some even laughed at Guderian, saying that war machines are only suitable for transport Flour. That's because they only saw one tank, not a group of tanks."

"Only someone like Guderian can see the true value of tanks. This is what made your empire, Führer."

"I'll give you an invincible super army, and I'll give you a great victory to reinvigorate the Germans, but only if Aryan supermen can join the battle in droves."

"If I told you the news in advance, with all due respect, you might just send them out to die in vain for meaningless consumption."