Here's the fully corrected and adapted version:
The X-Men only numbered four, but their combat effectiveness was undeniable, inflicting significant losses on the Chitauri.
The Chitauri were itching to kill them quickly.
A large number of Chitauri were dispatched directly from the center of Manhattan to pursue them.
This included not only ordinary Chitauri but also several enormous whale-shaped warships.
It could be said that it was a fight to the death.
Starting from the city center, the group chasing the X-Men arrived at Central Park.
For a time, the small Central Park resembled the gathering of a massive army.
Several Chitauri whale warships, combined with a massive number of Chitauri Fighters, blotted out the sky.
They completely surrounded the few X-Men.
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Rumble! Rumble!
The Chitauri's energy weapons struck the ground, causing a large number of vehicles to explode.
But that wasn't the scariest part.
The most terrifying aspect was those massive whale warships.
These weren't just for show like in the movies, useless except for transporting troops.
These powerful warships were equipped with a main cannon and a considerable number of small energy cannons.
Under the control of the main brain, the artillery fire rained down like a storm, constantly bombarding the ground.
Alanna used all her strength to raise a wall, temporarily blocking the attacks.
But even so, she could barely withstand it, with blood flowing from her eyes and nostrils.
That was the damage caused by excessive use of telekinesis.
Scott's eyes turned red at the sight, and he immediately wanted to rush out and fight.
Wolverine grabbed him.
"You stay here and protect Alanna, I'll go."
After saying that, he rushed out.
Relying on his unfailing self-healing ability, Wolverine caught the Chitauri completely off guard.
But the Chitauri weren't stupid either.
Seeing that they couldn't kill this guy easily, they naturally resorted to other methods.
From dozens of landing crafts, ropes with sharp, electrified hooks were shot out.
Wolverine immediately cried out miserably, convulsing and falling to the ground.
Seeing this, the few X-Men fell into despair.
Were they going to die here today?
Just as the X-Men were desperate, Robert also noticed the commotion.
Originally, he hadn't intended to intervene.
But his hearing was sharp, and he immediately heard Wolverine's agonized scream.
"Huh?"
"Could it be that the X-Men have come here to interfere?"
"But it seems reasonable. How could Nick Fury not use the X-Men's combat power?"
Robert pondered in his heart.
The Mutant group was unpopular in this world and often faced discrimination.
In order to prove themselves, Professor X could only let the X-Men risk their lives to fight for human rights.
This was a last resort.
Now, Robert was also a member of the Mutants, so it was impossible for him to remain uninvolved.
Still, Robert felt that the Mutants were not managing things smartly.
If they had strategized better, the status of Mutants might have been much higher today.
After all, the previous world he lived in was far more magical and tolerant than this one.
"It seems I have to lend a hand," Robert muttered.
Putting aside the fact that he and the Mutants were originally allies, he also owed them a favor.
Before Robert obtained the System, he had merely been an ordinary student at the Mutant Academy.
At that time, the Mutants had taken great care of him.
Even now, Wolverine often taught him fighting techniques—though Robert was a bit lazy and didn't practice diligently.
"Rock, Quantum Armor!" Robert commanded.
Far away in space, millions of kilometers from Earth, the main brain, Rock, aboard the Kryptonian research ship, immediately received the order.
The antimatter engine aboard the ship erupted with terrifying energy, and the space jump device activated.
The biological armor, which had already been prepared for Robert, was launched instantly toward Earth.
Robert only saw a flash of blue light.
A blue battle suit appeared before him, standing upright like Iron Man's armor.
This battle suit resembled Superman's original suit but was overall a blue-black color, with patterns resembling scales.
The chest bore a handsome Superman-style "S" logo, a unique code symbol for each Kryptonian.
Robert had simply picked the most stylish design from the research ship's system.
He didn't care much about details—handsome and practical were enough for him.
After all, the suit mainly prevented him from fighting naked.
With a wave of his hand, the battle suit moved forward, clinging to his body like a living organism, outlining his perfect, inverted triangle-shaped physique.
"I didn't expect it to be so comfortable," Robert nodded in satisfaction.
He flicked the cloak behind him and soared into the sky.
Pa!
A sharp sonic boom echoed through the air.
Robert rocketed upwards, his red cloak fluttering wildly behind him, adding to his imposing and handsome flight.
In the blink of an eye, Robert arrived at the edge of Central Park.
"Such intense targeting... They must have deployed nearly half their army," Robert frowned at the Chitauri forces bombarding Central Park.
There were five Chitauri whale warships and countless fighters—at least two or three thousand Chitauri.
Don't underestimate that number.
When thousands of soldiers pack into a single battlefield, the sight is overwhelming.
Not to mention that over two thousand Chitauri were piloting external combat weapons.
Even against two thousand modern soldiers armed with heavy weaponry, the X-Men would struggle, let alone against this alien force.
After all, most Mutants merely had bodies a little stronger than ordinary people—a glaring weakness.
"Like using hot weapons?"
Robert looked at the thousands of cannons raining fire from the sky and didn't hesitate to act.
On his right hand, a green light flashed.
Complex mechanical structures unfolded, mechanical parts and gears rapidly assembling and expanding.
A giant cannon, five meters tall, materialized behind him.
However, compared to Fleming's beloved artillery piece with a caliber of just one hundred millimeters, Robert's cannon—featuring a barrel nearly half a meter wide—was infinitely more terrifying.
Only World War II naval guns or Germany's Dora supercannon could compare to the size and destructive power of what Robert now wielded.
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