Spider-Man, Green Goblin, Pawns and Players

The surface world, the New New York.

The value of a hero lies only in boosting morale, not in turning the tide.

Deadpool and Iron Man are indeed formidable fighters, but unfortunately, they are facing a notorious cosmic invasion group.

A fully-fledged militarized group, a force with religious undertones...

The Chitauri are not like the America soldiers during World War II—their morale doesn't plummet after a few are killed.

They would not, like the Italian soldiers, refuse to fight simply because they had no cigarettes to smoke.

Cold-blooded, cruel, and merciless.

They disregarded life.

This includes the lives of both enemies and oneself.

Even with a casualty rate of 50%, they continued to fight valiantly and strive to complete the tactical orders given by their superiors.

The rebels are inactive, and Deadpool and Iron Man alone are powerless to Rotation.

Of the civilians who escaped, less than one in ten survived.

"Champion, your strength has earned my respect."

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

He was tall and had the typical appearance of Chitauri, with an arrogant and conceited expression on his face. "Giving you the opportunity to Chitauri the Chitauri Legion and serve the great Thanos is your greatest honor."

He is the leader of the Chitauri, known as "The Other," and is directly under Thanos.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Deadpool turned around, pointing cheekily to his lower back. "My back is a little itchy, can you scratch it for me?"

The Other's eyes twitched, and anger flashed across his face. "You rejected the only chance to live."

At his command, the Chitauri, who had been Carnage civilians on Earth, switched their targets and began focusing their fire on Deadpool.

Da da da...

Bullets, plasma cannons, particle beams...

No sooner said than done!

Two sticky white spider threads stuck to Deadpool, rescuing him from this "certain death" predicament.

Deadpool blinked as he looked at the slender, strange-looking man beside him, dressed in a red and blue spiderweb-like bodysuit.

He showed absolutely no gratitude towards his savior. "Your combat uniform is so cool! Make one for me too!"

The boy in the Spider-Man suit wasn't offended at all; instead, he chuckled and said, "Hello, uncle, I'm Spider-Man."

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

Deadpool shamelessly pointed to his rotten face, which looked like a map, and shouted angrily.

"Oh!"

Spider-Man nodded, delivering a polite but deadly blow. "How should I address you? Acid Face?"

On the other side, a teenager wearing a green fly-themed Battle Suit and riding a green hoverboard came to Iron Man's side, helping him reduce a lot of the pressure of the battle.

"Are the young people in the New World all so distorted in their aesthetic sense?"

Tony Stark's gaze fell on the strange man.

He raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you Spider-Man's partner over there? Fly-Man?"

Upon hearing this, the green-clad monster's face darkened beneath his mask. "Green Goblin."

"Harry Osborn, right? The son of the chairman of Osborn Industries. I have your voiceprint, body type and behavioral pattern samples in my database."

Tony curled his lip. "With technology so advanced these days, you guys don't really think you can hide your true identities by wearing a mask, do you?"

The boy who called himself the Green Goblin was speechless.

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

Compared to Fried dough stick like Tony Stark, he's still too green.

"Spider-Man over there, physical data comparison search... his real identity is..."

"Peter Parker?"

"Never heard of him before, it seems his other identity is not very well-known."

Tony blinked and said in a commanding tone, "Take your friends and get out of here right now! The battlefield isn't your playground; one wrong move and you'll be dead!"

Harry Osborn wanted to retort, but in that instant, the hairs on his body stood on end, and he got goosebumps all over.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart!

Not only him, but Spider-Man Peter Parker, whose sixth sense is far beyond that of ordinary people, also had the same feeling.

The two of them looked up at the sky at the same time.

"Hey kid, where are you..."

Tony followed the Green Goblin's gaze and looked up at the sky.

He had only said half of what he wanted to say when it got stuck in his throat; he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

In the far distance, a "missile" is hurtling towards us.

His Iron Armor database contains information about this missile.

Codenamed "Blade of the Flame Emperor", it is equivalent to Nuclear Bomb with a yield of 90,000 tons of TNT.

His pupils instantly contracted to dangerous needle-like shapes, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Run?

It's too late.

They're doomed!

During the initial stages of the Aragami Apocalypse, some Aragami managed to enter the Underworld.

Frustrated, Albert Einstein, president of the Federal Third Academy of Sciences, directly uploaded the nuclear technology-related data to the God of Justice.

Shortly afterward, two Nuclear Bomb with a yield of around 20 kilotons each were dropped on Japan, the birthplace of the Aragami.

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

Faced with such a weapon born of destruction...

The vast majority of living beings don't even have the right to escape.

Are the rebel leaders all apes?

"They actually chose to use Nuclear Bomb at this time?"

Tony Stark couldn't understand the rebel leader's thought process and could only curse him inwardly.

He thought it was just a show, but he never expected it would cost him his life.

If you had a choice...

A look of surprise appeared on Tony's face.

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

He was merely a pawn manipulated by Wang Yan.

At that moment, an angry roar echoed from the horizon.

"To stop at simply dropping Nuclear Bomb? That's an insult to art!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A blond youth wearing a black robe with red clouds sat on a giant white clay bird.

This person seemed to have suffered some kind of unbearable humiliation.

His facial muscles contorted, clearly brewing with anger.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, he fearlessly charged toward the Nuclear Bomb known as the "Blade of the Flame Emperor".

One kilometer...

500 meters...

Two hundred meters...

Closer, even closer!

His body turned into white clay, encasing the entire Nuclear Bomb.

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, and Harry Osborn instinctively closed their eyes, silently offering a virtual candle to the Champion in their hearts.

The expected cataclysmic explosion, light waves, and mushroom cloud did not materialize.

"A dud?"

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

The feeling of surviving a disaster is not as wonderful as I had imagined.

At that moment, a resounding voice echoed deep within his mind.

Do you want to gain enough power to escape being a pawn?

[Whether?]

"Certainly."

Tony responded instinctively.

At this moment, he officially evolved from a low-level chess piece that was used and discarded into a mid-level chess piece with some Cultivation Potential.

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

It's been 10 days since it was released, and 51 chapters have been updated.

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