Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

It was an imposing figure, but what shocked Stark most was the astonishing sight before him.

The Hulk charging toward them

had vanished into thin air.

He had not even had time to react.

The densely packed Dark Elves warriors screamed excitedly. Behind them were enormous warships, each one like a colossal monster sweeping aside everything in its path.

Earth was about to face its greatest catastrophe.

Those Dark Warriors were vengeful ghosts crawling out of the darkness. They wanted revenge. They wanted darkness to blanket this world.

Darkness was their only refuge.

It was a Dark Elves army stretching beyond sight, enough to make anyone tremble in fear.

"Kill!"

"Kill those superheroes! Tear off their heads and use them as chamber pots!"

"Hahahaha, pathetic humans!"

"Who are they?"

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Even Stark, the king of show-offs, felt somewhat intimidated when facing such a formation.

But even if his legs had gone weak from fear,

he still had to hold his head high.

He, Stark, was the nation's superhero, a real man among superheroes.

He would never admit defeat.

Stark dragged his damaged Mark Armor along. Even if he had only one bullet left, he, Stark, would keep showing off to the very end.

"J.A.R.V.I.S."

"Yes, sir. I have analyzed the enemy's weakness. It is their core drive. As long as we destroy that drive, everything will return to zero."

J.A.R.V.I.S. said.

Stark felt his scalp go numb.

Fuck.

He was not a robot. How could he possibly have a core drive?

However, some kind of energy seemed to be sustaining this Curse Warrior, and his heart might be his weakest point.

"Push the engines to maximum output."

Stark prepared to make his last stand, striking his most handsome pose.