New York's war had turned this capital of the world into a living hell.
Tony Stark, the proud Iron Man, had now become the last solitary beacon on this hopeless battlefield.
His new armor possessed outstanding performance. Repulsor blasts and micro-missiles swept away Chitauri soldiers like Death's scythe, precisely detonating one small airship after another.
He had even risked several daring charges, attempting to attack the energy cores of those Leviathan beasts and trigger chain explosions to buy precious time for the evacuation on the ground.
However, he was ultimately only one man.
His armor's energy was draining rapidly, its surface covered in scorch marks from energy weapons and dents from impacts.
JARVIS constantly delivered overload warnings and alerts that ammunition reserves were running low.
He was like a lone boat struggling amid raging waves, liable to be swallowed by the endless enemy forces at any moment.
"Stark! We need support! Our air force is almost wiped out!" An air force commander's voice came through the communications channel, hoarse with despair.
On the ground, Captain America Steve Rogers struggled to hold up his vibranium shield, covering the civilians' retreat while also tending to the severely wounded and unconscious Thor.
As he looked at the Chitauri army blanketing the sky like dark clouds and the enormous mothership looming indistinctly beyond the portal, his heart filled with helplessness.
Human weapons seemed so pitifully inadequate before this alien technology.
The military had once attempted to use its final trump card—nuclear weapons.
Several strategic bombers carrying tactical nuclear warheads had risked breaking through, but before they could approach New York's airspace, several thick energy beams fired from the portal accurately ignited them. They became blazing fireballs, without even the chance to detonate their payloads.
Meanwhile, the Chitauri mothership on the other side of the