"Are you that Allied Superman?"
The German army soldier who had undergone Saint General's modifications glanced disdainfully at the tall man emerging from the bunker.
He had assumed that the legendary hero the Allied Nations had promoted so heavily—the man who had conquered Italy alone and taken Rome—would at least be a powerhouse like Hercules.
—Over six feet tall, muscles knotted like ropes, like a descendant of the Titans, intimidating at a glance.
But the Allied Superman standing before him was only somewhat taller and stronger than an ordinary person, with nothing exaggerated about him.
When it came to physique, Luke, standing 6.2 feet tall (191 cm), was nothing much before the German army soldier, who was built like a little giant.
His muscles were even further behind—the Allied Superman's strong, powerful body looked somewhat "slender" beside the hulking brute who seemed to have swallowed steroids.
Judging by appearances alone, this fierce-looking German army soldier was massively built, like an unmatched ancient warrior eight feet tall with a waist eight feet around.
His rock-hard muscles nearly burst through his uniform.
He had the savage air of a demonic muscleman!
"You look like a boy scout."
The German army soldier glanced at the young brigadier general and sneered, "A little thing like you would probably be very popular in those British camps. They'd develop you quite thoroughly too..."
The insulting mockery did not anger Luke. He turned to Stephanie and asked, "You said he was 'Tank-class.' Does that mean there are even stronger Aryan Supermen?"
"Yes. The three who crushed the Soviet Union's forces were Battleship-class Aryan Supermen. They're even more terrifying!"
Stephanie nodded.
A trace of concern showed in her eyes.
Muscles meant strength, and build decided everything!
That was a fact many people accepted!
So, even though Luke gave