Be The Main God From Naruto

Surface World, New New York.

The value of a hero's existence is only to boost morale, not to turn the tide.

Deadpool and Iron Man are really good at fighting, but unfortunately they are facing the notorious cosmic aggression group.

A formed militarized group, a religious force...

The Kiritas are not like the young soldiers of the United States in World War II - if you kill a few, your morale will plummet.

They would not be like the Italian soldiers who refused to fight just because there were no cigarettes to smoke.

Cold, cruel, merciless.

They ignore life.

Including enemies and their own lives.

Even if the battle loss rate reaches 50%, they are still fighting hard and trying to complete the tactical instructions given by their superiors.

The rebels don't do anything, just relying on Deadpool and Iron Man, they are powerless.

Of the civilians who escaped, there are not one out of ten.

"Warriors, your strength has won my respect."

A virtual image appeared in front of Tony Stark and Wade Wilson.

He is tall, with a standard Kirita image, with an arrogant and arrogant look on his face: "Give you a chance to join the Kirita Legion, and it is your supreme honor to be able to serve the great Thanos."

He is the leader of the Chitauri, named "The Other", directly under the command of Thanos.

"Sorry, who are you?"

Deadpool turned around and pointed at the lower back: "My back is a little itchy, can you scratch it for me?"

TheOther's eyes twitched, with anger on his face: "You rejected the only chance to live."

With his order, the Kiritas who were originally slaughtering the earth's civilians changed their targets and began to focus on Deadpool.

Da da da……

Bullets, plasma cannons, particle beams…

It's too late, it's too soon!

Two sticky white spider threads stuck to Deadpool, saving him from this "mortal" predicament.

Deadpool blinked at the slender weirdo in the red-blue spider web tights beside him.

He didn't have the slightest sense of dealing with the savior: "Your combat uniform is so cool! Can you make one for me too?"

The teenager in the spider combat uniform didn't think he was embarrassed, but chuckled lightly: "Hello, uncle, I'm Spider-Man."

"Uncle? Uncle! Look at my face, I'm the same age as you!"

Deadpool shamelessly pointed at his rotten face like a map and shouted angrily.

"Oh!"

Spider-Man nodded, and politely gave a knowing blow: "What should I call you? Sulfuric face?"

...

On the other side, a teenager in a green fly combat suit and a green floating skateboard came to Iron Man and helped him reduce a lot of fighting pressure.

"The young people in the new world have such distorted aesthetics?"

Tony Stark's eyes fell on the weirdo.

He raised his eyebrows and said something unpleasant: "Are you Spider-Man's companion over there? Fly-Man?"

Hearing this, the face under the green monster's mask turned black: "Green Devil."

"Harry Osborne, isn't it? Son of the chairman of Osborne Industries, I have samples of your voiceprint, body shape, and behavioral patterns in my database."

Tony pouted: "Now that technology is so advanced, you don't really think that wearing a mask can hide your true identity, right?"

The boy who called himself the Green Goblin was speechless.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to quibble.

Compared with the old fritters like Tony Stark, he is still too tender.

"Spider-Man over there, compare and search for physical data... The real identity is..."

"Peter Parker?"

"I've never heard of it. It seems that his other identity has a very low sense of existence."

Tony blinked and said in a commanding tone: "Take your friends and get out of here! The battlefield is not your playground, if you're not careful, you'll die!"

Harry Osborn wanted to say a few more words, but at this moment, all the hair on his body stood up and he got goosebumps.

A strong sense of crisis came to my heart!

Not only him, but Spider-Man Peter Parker, who has a sixth sense far beyond ordinary people, also felt the same.

The two raised their heads at the same time and looked up at the sky.

"Hey boy, are you..."

Tony followed the Green Goblin's line of sight to the sky.

Half of the words got stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit out.

Very far away, a "missile" is hitting here.

In his steel armor database, there is information about this missile.

Code-named "Blade of Yandi", it is equivalent to a nuclear bomb with an equivalent of 90,000 tons of TNT.

His pupils shrank into dangerous needle-like shapes in an instant, and he broke out in cold sweat.

run?

That's too late.

Dead!

In the initial stage of the apocalypse of the wild gods, there were always some wild gods who were lucky enough to enter the underground world.

Albert Einstein, the president of the Third Federal Academy of Sciences, who was very troubled, directly uploaded the information related to nuclear technology to the God of Justice.

Soon after, two nuclear bombs with a yield of about 20,000 tons entered the birthplace of Aragami - Dongying.

They landed on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, directly evaporating nearly 100,000 Aragami.

In front of such a weapon made for destruction...

The vast majority of life forms are not even qualified to escape.

"Are the top levels of the rebel army all apes?"

"They actually chose to use a nuclear bomb at a time like this?"

Tony Stark couldn't understand the brain circuit of the leader of the rebel army, so he could only curse in his heart.

I thought it was a show, but I didn't expect to lose my life.

If there is an opportunity to choose...

A look of astonishment appeared on Tony's face.

He realized that he had no choice from start to finish.

He was just a chess piece manipulated by Wang Yan.

At this moment, an angry roar sounded in the sky.

"Just stuck at the point of dropping nukes? That's an insult to art!"

The crowd looked away.

A blond young man in a black robe with red clouds sat on a giant white clay bird.

The man seemed to be subjected to some unbearable humiliation.

His facial muscles were contorted, anger clearly brewing.

Like a moth flying into a fire, he fearlessly rushed towards the nuclear bomb called "Blade of Yandi".

A thousand meters...

Five hundred meters...

two hundred meters...

Closer, closer!

His body turned into white clay, enclosing the entire nuclear bomb.

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, and Harry Osborn subconsciously closed their eyes and silently waxed the warrior in their hearts.

The expected devastating explosions, light waves and mushroom clouds did not appear.

"Dud?"

Tony Stark licked his dry lips and found that the blond weirdo had disappeared without a trace.

The feeling of after a catastrophe is not as wonderful as imagined.

At this time, Hong Zhong Dalu's voice sounded deep in his mind.

[Want to have enough power to get rid of the identity of the pawn? 】

【whether?】

"Of course."

Tony responded subconsciously.

At this moment, he officially evolved from a low-level chess piece that was used and discarded to an intermediate-level chess piece with a little bit of training potential.

The position of the chess player is still out of reach...