Berlin, Reichstag.
Fuhrer, who used to live in a bunker, can finally move into a luxurious bedroom openly.
Those bombers that buzz around Berlin every day will no longer disturb your sleep and add to your inner fear.
"Siegfried, you are Third Reich's hero, the most perfect Aryans, and also my most loyal guard."
Fuhrer woke up from the soft big bed, put on his nightgown, opened the door and said.
Although his gentle and lovely lover Eva was no longer beside him, Siegfried standing outside the door made him feel extra safe.
There is no need to worry about threats to one's life, nor to fear that Allied Nations's army will break into Berlin and drag oneself to the square to hang himself.
This Fuhrer from Third Reich had a good sleep after a long time.
But just a dozen hours ago, in order to test how strong Aryan Superman was, he personally ordered Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of captured Soviet army.
Those soldiers who were evaporated and whose limbs were cut off by the light of destruction, their wailing, their crying, their bloody stumps... did not cause the slightest fluctuation in Fuhrer's heart.
As a mediocre painter with little talent and rejected from art school, he even felt that it was the most beautiful color in the world.
"Saint General hasn't arrived yet?"
Fuhrer Ring the service bell, 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 Third Reich's delicacies are pig's trotters, sausages and various breads, he personally appreciates the French cooking skills.
"Their research on food is as skillful and proficient as raising a white flag to surrender."
Fuhrer commented.
"Saint General is on his way back. He was busy hunting down a defecting female scientist who was a British spy."
Siegfried, who was so tall that he almost touched the ceiling chandelier, answered truthfully.
"How careless. I originally wanted to reward him."
Fuhrer put down the knife and fork and chewed the food in his mouth, with a disappointed expression on his face.
"Saint General could have become Third Reich's hero like you, but it's a pity that he didn't seize the opportunity."
Berlin There are currently three "Battleship-class", excluding Siegfried who is standing by his side.
The remaining two have not yet met.
Fuhrer only knows that a woman named Sieglinde is maintaining the city's alert at the air defense tower.
The other one is called Siegmund and is responsible for destroying the guerrillas outside the city.
The two of them once had an amazing record of destroying dozens of Allied bombers.
"I wonder if those cowards at Allied Nations will be so scared that they cry."
Fuhrer was so satisfied that he felt that he was favored by God again.
Soon, Third Reich will stop the trend of collapse and become stronger.
Power that is too easy to obtain will make a person's ambition expand infinitely.
Just like Red Skull who mastered Tesseract, Fuhrer was so excited at this time that he subconsciously ignored the difficult situation of Third Reich and even began to plan to attack Stalingrad again and win Moscow.
He has always been worried about the failure German army suffered in front of Soviet Union people.
This time, the opportunity to prove your ability has come!
"Saint General is here."
The phone on the bedside in the bedroom rang. Siegfried picked up the phone and answered it for a few seconds before telling the news.
"He is already downstairs, waiting for your reception Fuhrer."
"Let Saint General come up. Although he has made mistakes, he has also made contributions and shed blood for Third Reich. I can't treat the hero badly!"
Fuhrer waved his hand, and Siegfried opened the door. Not long after, Saint General appeared at the door with a cold face.
"You look very depressed, Saint General. I've heard everything. Don't worry about being punished. The failure of security work is not within your responsibilities, and you also worked hard to solve those troubles - even though you were unsuccessful."
Fuhrer put his hands behind his back and stepped on the dark patterned carpet with his bare feet.
If you ignore the long burgundy nightgown that reaches his ankles, he looks quite majestic, like a victorious general.
"You are a hero. You brought my miracle weapon here and saved Third Reich - even though it was a little late."
Fuhrer took off his glasses, as if the seal was lifted.
He glared at Saint General who had a straight back, threw the pencil in his hand hard, and said loudly, "You owe me a reasonable explanation, General."
"I have read your report and asked Siegfried. The 'Aryan Superman' plan has been completed for several months -"
"It's actually longer than that, almost a year, my Fuhrer."
Saint General interrupted Fuhrer, who was about to enter a roaring state after releasing the seal, and said calmly, "I created the first Type 1 Aryan Superman eleven months ago."
"The first Type II was put into use soon after, followed by the production of 'Tank-class'. The three 'Battleship-class' appeared later."
Fuhrer, who was interrupted, put on his glasses and then took them off.
After re-reading the article.
The seal was lifted again.
The roar begins!
"So! In this year, you never told me about this! You watched the empire retreat step by step, and watched my spirit being tortured by Allied Nations bombers!"
Fuhrer didn't understand what Saint General did at all. He was very angry and couldn't help but want to call him "scumbag".
"I thought Red Skull would last longer. And at that time, Aryan Superman was not ready yet, and they could not change the pattern of the war."
Saint General remained calm and explained in a calm voice, "After World War I, many Germans thought tanks were just novelties and didn't care. Some even laughed at Guderian and said, 'What War Machine, it only transports flour.' That's because they only saw 'one tank' and not 'a group of tanks.'"
"Only people like Guderian can see the true value of tanks. This also creates your empire, Fuhrer."
"I will give you an invincible super army, and I will also give you a huge victory that will revive the Germans - but that is all based on the premise that Aryan Superman can join the battlefield in droves."
"If I told you the news in advance, with all due respect, you would probably send them out to die in vain and engage in meaningless consumption."
Saint General's outspokenness made Fuhrer's anger even higher.
He couldn't tolerate other people's accusations, especially in such a confident tone that sounded like humiliation.
"That's enough, Saint General. 'Aryan Superman' will no longer be under your control from now on, please step aside!"
Considering the great contributions Saint General had made over the years, Fuhrer endured it and waved his hand for the other party to step back.
"My Fuhrer, why aren't you willing to face up to your mistakes?"
Saint General put his hands behind his back and kept his body motionless. He shook his head and said, "You are like a lunatic who has lost his mind. You asked Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of Soviet army prisoners. You didn't even think about it. This will only arouse Allied Nations's resistance, and no one will surrender in the future."
"I'm the one who's disappointed in you. You're just an Austrian bumpkin who got into this position by sheer luck because you were born in a country with Prussian toughness and a bunch of fools who are willing to listen to your nonsense."
"You have the most powerful War Machine in the world, but you personally buried it in your bottomless pit of arrogance... Fuhrer, I believe more firmly than you do in a great Third Reich! I also believe even more firmly that the empire deserves to be led by a more talented leader than you."
Saint General's words completely angered Fuhrer.
He picked up the pencil on the carpet and said calmly, "Oh, General. I didn't expect you to think of me like this. It's really regrettable."
"You can't see the Third Reich in your heart, and the leader who is more talented than me."
"Siegfried, kill him!"
Following Fuhrer's order, Siegfried, who was as silent as a statue, walked over and stood in front of Saint General.
His eyes were blazing, and the terrifying energy was like strands of blue lightning, jumping non-stop.
"As commanded."
Siegfried said this.
Then——
He turned around and looked at Fuhrer himself.
Dazzling light burst out from his eyes.
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