Be The Main God From Naruto

Surface world, New York.

The value of heroes is only to boost morale, not to turn the tide.

The combat power of Deadpool and Iron Man is indeed impressive, but what a pity 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 during World War II-if you kill a few, your morale will plummet.

Nor would they be like the Italian soldiers who refused to fight simply because they had no cigarettes to smoke.

Cold, cruel, merciless.

They ignore life.

Including the life of the enemy and yourself.

Even if the battle loss rate reaches 50%, they are still fighting hard to complete the tactical instructions issued by the chief.

The rebel army did nothing, and they were powerless to rely on Deadpool and Iron Man alone.

Not one out of ten civilians escaped.

"Warrior, 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 arrogance and arrogance on his face: "Give you a chance to join the Kirita Legion, and it is your greatest honor to be able to serve the great Thanos."

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

"Sorry, who are you?"

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

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

With his order, the Kiritas who were slaughtering the earth's civilians changed their targets one after another, and began to set fire to Deadpool.

Da da da……

Bullets, plasma cannons, particle rays...

too late to say

Fast then!

Two sticky white spider threads stuck to Deadpool's body, rescuing him from this "mortal" predicament.

Looking at the slender weirdo in the red and blue spider web tights beside him, Deadpool blinked.

He didn't have the awareness to treat his savior at all: "Your combat uniform is very cool! Help me make one too?"

The boy in the spider combat uniform didn't think it was disobedient, but chuckled lightly: "Hi, uncle, I'm Spider-Man."

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

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

"oh!"

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

...

On the other side, a teenager wearing a green fly combat suit and stepping on a green hoverboard came to Iron Man's side, helping him relieve a lot of fighting pressure.

"Are young people in the new world so distorted in their aesthetics?"

Tony Stark's eyes fell on this weirdo.

He raised his eyebrows, and couldn't utter some words: "Are you Spiderman's companion over there? Flyman?"

Hearing this, the face of the weirdo in green turned black under the mask: "Green Devil."

"Harry Osborne, right? The son of the chairman of Osborne Industries, I have samples of your voiceprint, body shape and behavior pattern in my database."

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

The teenager who called himself the Green Goblin was speechless.

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

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

"Spiderman over there, compare and search the physical signs data... the real identity is..."

"Peter Parker?"

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

Tony blinked, and said in an orderly tone: "Take your friends and get out of here quickly! The battlefield is not your playground, if you don't pay attention, you will die!"

Harry Osborn still wanted to say something, but at this moment, the hairs on his body stood on end, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart!

Not only him, but Spiderman Peter Parker, whose sixth sense is far beyond ordinary people, also had the same feeling.

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

"Hey boy, are you..."

Tony followed the Goblin's gaze to the sky.

Halfway through the sentence, it got stuck in my throat, and I couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

In the extreme distance, a "missile" is attacking here.

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

Code-named "Emperor Yan's Blade", it is equivalent to a nuclear bomb with the equivalent of 90,000 tons of TNT.

His pupils instantly contracted into dangerous needles, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

run?

That's too late.

Dead!

At the initial stage of the end of the Rage Gods, some Rage Gods were lucky enough to enter the underground world.

Albert Einstein, the dean of the Third Federal Academy of Sciences who was so annoying, directly uploaded relevant information on nuclear technology to the God of Justice.

Not long after, two nuclear bombs with an equivalent of about 20,000 tons entered Dongying, the birthplace of Aragami.

They fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and directly evaporated nearly 100,000 Aragami.

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

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

"Are the top rebels all apes?"

"They actually chose to use nuclear bombs at this time?"

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 given the opportunity to choose...

A look of astonishment appeared on Tony's face.

He realized that he had no choice from beginning to end.

He is just a pawn manipulated by Wang Yan.

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

"Just stop at the level of throwing a nuclear bomb? This is an insult to art!"

Everyone followed the reputation.

A blond young man wearing a red cloud robe with a black background sat on a giant white clay bird.

It was as though the man had suffered some unbearable humiliation.

His facial muscles contorted, clearly simmering with anger.

Like a moth to a flame, he fearlessly rushed towards the nuclear bomb named "Emperor Yan's Blade".

one thousand meters...

500 meters...

two hundred meters...

Closer, closer!

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

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, and Harry Osborn closed their eyes subconsciously, and silently put wax on this warrior in their hearts.

The expected devastating explosion, light wave and mushroom cloud did not appear.

"Duds?"

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

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

At this time, Hong Zhong's voice sounded like a big Lu in the depths of his mind.

[Do you want to have enough power to get rid of the identity of a pawn? 】

【whether?】

"certainly."

Tony responded subconsciously.

At this moment, he has officially evolved from a low-level chess piece that is used and discarded to a middle-level chess piece with a little potential for cultivation.

The position of the chess player is still far away...