Marvel's Superman

"Frankly speaking, Steve Rogers shouldn't be that strong."

The Ancient One looked at the image projected by the 'Window of the Worlds' and couldn't help showing a curious look.

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"More specifically, he shouldn't even be in Boston and shouldn't be active at this point -- you have changed Captain America's future, Major General."

In countless timelines, Captain America, Steve Rogers, would be frozen and sleep for 70 years.

This was a thing that was destined to happen and couldn't be changed.

Luke pretended to be ignorant and asked, "How should Rogers live his original life?"

'Just having a good long sleep?'

But he didn't say the second part of the sentence out loud.

"Compared with the rest of the influence you bring, Major General, a single Captain America is nothing much."

The Ancient One didn't bother to poke at the other's poor acting, speaking casually, and continued to look at the battlefield in Boston.

The end was no longer uncertain!

Like a human battleship, the transformed Captain American rammed through with the vibranium shield and carved out a passage.

The high-pressure water cannon and the Orca Corps couldn't stop him!

Captain America, who has been quietly following Superman's lead and whose light has been overshadowed, finally got a chance to do his part.

The U.S. military, which fell into a disadvantage, closed its ranks and launched a counterattack.

Tanks, armored vehicles, and bombers went into battle, taking turns to start pumping out their firepower.

In the meantime, they defeated Atlantis' Orca Corps.

If nothing happened, the landing would probably end in the defeat of the marine civilization.

"Atlantis' strength is more than that. Namor and the Hellfire Club haven't made a move yet."

The Ancient One looked away and seemed to remind him, "There aren't many troops attacking Boston, only one Orca regiment. New York is their main battlefield."

"A great show is always divided into several acts, and the first one has just ended."

Luke shrugged his shoulders, indicating that the Sorcerer Supreme didn't have to worry.

"Let's focus on Philadelphia and see how the situation is over there."

The Ancient One nodded, anticipating the kind of answer her opponent would deliver.

She had to say; this Major General always gave people unexpected extra surprises.

The 'Window of the Worlds' radiated light as the projected image gradually changed.

Before long, the situation on another battlefield came into view.

Boom!

It's like a stunt at the beginning of a movie.

Luke's eyes followed a bomb dropped by a bomber.

The lump of iron fell violently from a high altitude, trailing a long, shrill sound.

A "bang" burst out in a blinding fire.

The air billowed, and shrapnel flew!

The one attacking Philadelphia was the Seahorse Corps from Atlantis.

They weren't as tall and strong as the Orca tribe, and they were all about the same size as normal humans.

What's stranger was that these people had no feet, couldn't walk upright on land, and could only stay inside shuttle boats.

"The Seahorse tribe is one of the more devolved lineages in Atlantis. Due to years of living under the sea, they have reverted to the ancestral phenomenon, with their legs degenerating into dorsal and caudal fins, in exchange for a more flexible body and the gift of communicating with sea animals."

As the strongest among masters, the Ancient One wasn't only powerful but also knowledgeable.

Her knowledge of Atlantis' past is no less than Luke's.

In terms of details, it may even win.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be planning to put mutants into this battlefield."

The Ancient One said softly after she pondered for a moment.

"However, they may not be able to deal with the Seahorse soldiers hiding in the flying boat. Unlike the Orca Corps, they don't rely on primitive cold weapons to fight."

"In the face of heavy firepower and fleet volley, what could the mutants do?"

Luke glanced at the Sorcerer Supreme, who had planted the red flag in advance, and smiled without saying anything.

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"Jimmy! Let's play a killing game, shall we? Let's see who gets the most kills!"

Sabretooth, who got off the helicopter, said with great interest, "I heard that Atlanteans bleed blue. I can't wait to see for myself."

He retained the brutal nature of a fierce beast in his bones and was eager to fight and slaughter.

Although, when Luke subdued him and reached an agreement, his temperament became much more docile...

But as long as he set foot on the battlefield and participated in the battle, the ruthless and tyrannical emotions would still surge up and engulf his mind.

"Not interested."

Wolverine indifferently rejected his older brother.

With a thick cigar in his mouth, his eyes glance back from time to time, glancing in the direction of Kayla, the Silver Fox.

Sabretooth discovered this and was rather annoyed, muttering, "Women are just playthings to vent desires. Jimmy, don't get emotionally involved; it will make you weak!"

"Only us brothers could trust each other! Only I would accompany you to the end of your life!"

Sabretooth, the grumpy older brother, actually had a 'brother-complex' in his heart and always wanted to be with his brother.

However, Wolverine ignored these words. All he could think about was getting rid of the idea of being single. Silver Fox, who was in the same team, was very good.

The person is gentle and always calms him, unlike any woman he had ever met before.

That's right!

Wolverine, with heavy eyebrows and a rough appearance, was actually a lady's man.

It can be said that he had slept with more girls than he could count.

Fortunately, the hit rate was relatively low. Otherwise, the great dream of sowing seeds all over the world would be realized.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've worked together so many times, so let's skip the superfluous nonsense."

Stryker, who was wearing sunglasses, had been waiting in Philadelphia for a long time. He had been spending his time at the dam base at Lake Alkali.

After Atlantis chose to go to war, he was transferred to the frontlines by S.H.I.E.L.D.

"This time, the task isn't easy; you have to deal with not the dictatorial warlords in Africa nor the agents and spies of Hydra. They are a bunch of blue-skinned freaks living on the bottom of the sea!"

Stryker warned. He hoped the mutant team could realize the seriousness and not let their guard down.

Sabretooth chuckled twice and said unabashedly, "Honestly, I'm looking forward to a seafood feast."

After saying that, he even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Victor, be careful; those Atlanteans might have bacteria."

The big 'Blob' said.

"Personally, I recommend deep-frying at high temperatures and don't eat sashimi. It's safer."

John, the dark-skinned ghost, laughed.

The mutant team, after several missions, greatly deepened the tacit understanding between them. There was no strange feeling as before.

Of course, Luke tamed the beast, Sabretooth.

In the past, Victor never cared about team spirit or following orders.

"Everyone, let's put the small talk behind us."

Stryker tried to imitate Luke's tone in an attempt to gain more respect.

He said faintly, "This is a war between humankind and Atlantis. You are on S.H.I.E.L.D's side, so don't be soft when you see the enemy."

"The Seahorse Corps is a huge fleet of ships on land; the shuttles they ride on are like tanks that could shoot high-pressure water cannons. And they are highly mobile. In the same conditions, the tank divisions of the War Department were no match at all."

"That's tough; my claws can't tear open a tank!"

Sabretooth interjected.

"Major General Cavill didn't intend to let you confront the Seahorse Corps. It was the Pentagon's orders."

Stryker mercilessly stared at the others and spoke in an unpleasant tone.

"These guys also have weaknesses. They can communicate with sea creatures, an innate ability, just like mutants."

"Based on the flexibility and cooperation of the fleet after the battle, we are sure that the Seahorse Corps has applied this ability on the battlefield."

"They can carry out numerous spiritual connections. That is to say, this corps has an overview of the overall situation, giving directions to the main brain."

"Kayla, your task is to control the leader of the corps who is hiding in the fortress, while the rest of you are responsible for helping Kayla to finish the job!"

Stryker scanned everyone and emphasized, "This is an order from Major General Cavill. "

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