The battlefield along the Allied Nations' lines fell silent.
Only the steel wreckage of tanks and bloodied limbs scattered across the ground silently testified to the ferocity of the battle that had taken place.
"Ma'am, do you need a live specimen?"
Luke dragged Julian, who had lost the ability to resist, over to Stephanie.
She shook her head. She had brought back the relevant technology and knew the exact process for creating Aryan Supermen.
Besides, Stephanie had already seen plenty of living specimens meant for dissection in Berlin.
Keeping Julian around would only add risk. Who knew when he might recover his strength?
"All right, then."
Luke smiled gently.
Then, without hesitation, he snapped the German army soldier's neck.
After that brief battle, he had roughly determined the overall capabilities of a "Tank-class" Aryan Superman.
Strength, speed, defense, neural reactions, regenerative ability, and so on...
Overall, they were stronger than Super Soldiers.
Even Rogers, despite being known as Captain Fifty-Fifty, would probably have a serious headache facing a "Tank-class."
Unless he could strike a weak point, winning would be difficult.
However, these Aryan Supermen seemed to possess a major flaw: they could not sustain combat for long.
Luke had keenly noticed that after Julian released the energy sphere within him, he seemed to run out of power. His strength and speed both deteriorated to the level of an ordinary person.
Was that perhaps why the Axis Powers had yet to launch a counteroffensive?
Were Aryan Supermen unsuited for prolonged combat?
He temporarily buried that string of questions in his heart.
"To be honest, I'm looking forward to meeting a 'Battleship-class.'"
Luke changed out of that steel armor-like combat suit and looked down at the German army soldier lying on the ground.
This "Tank-class" had not yet reached the point where