My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Legilimency is a spell that requires profound magical powers and understanding of magic to use. When using it, the caster must look directly at the other person, and then he can read the other person's emotions and memories.

Whether it is Latarn or Magnus, it is not difficult to cast this spell. They only need to look at Spider-Man to find out all the details of Peter Parker's life.

In other words, LaTane unboxed Spider-Man.

Peter Parker, full name Peter Benjamin Parker, is 177cm tall and weighs 75.75kg. He is a student in Class A, Grade 16, Midtown High School, and lives at Forest Hills, Queens, Manhattan. His parents Richard and Mary Parker died many years ago, and his uncle Ben died last year at the hands of a robber he let go. He now lives with his aunt May, and has a crush on Mary Jane Watson, a girl in the same class. Harry Osborn is his only good friend.

When Peter was in the first year of high school, he was often bullied because of his thin body and was nicknamed "nerd". Later, during a visit to a science exhibition, he was bitten by a mutant spider that accidentally escaped from its cage. From then on, he had the ability to climb on any plane like a spider, with extraordinary strength and speed, and a "spider sense" to avoid danger and enemy sneak attacks.

Although the mutant spider did not enhance his brain, Peter's intelligence was higher than that of ordinary people. He used his brain to make a web launcher that could shoot spider silk. Even the red and blue tights he wore were sewn by himself.

What Latan admires most is that Peter has an extremely strong sense of responsibility and justice. Even though he has super powers, he never thinks of using his powers to commit crimes for profit. Instead, inspired by his uncle's last words, "With great power comes great responsibility," he becomes an unpaid masked vigilante, doing his best to help any citizen who is troubled by criminals and accidents.

But Peter is still a sophomore in high school after all, and his methods of dealing with crimes and disasters are very immature. He often causes a lot of unexpected public property losses during the pursuit and rescue process. This also makes J. Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief of New York's local "Daily Bugle", very angry with Spider-Man, and he often calls Peter a "pest" in newspapers and radio.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a little mind-reading trick." Latan smiled at Spider-Man, who was instantly alert because he called out his name. "If I wanted to harm you, you would be dead now. So, please tell me, Mr. Parker, why are you so interested in me?"

The black-framed goggles on Spider-Man's mask shrank into a slit full of suspicion. He nimbly jumped off the fire escape and crouched on the wall with only the tips of his ten fingers and his feet. "Magician?"

"Mage, wizard, sorcerer... There are as many names for people like me as there are races in the world." Latan chanted a fluorescent spell, and a white morning star lit up on the tip of the Soul Devouring Wand. "But yes, I can use magic."

"Amazing!" Spider-Man jumped down from the wall, his goggles wide open, "Magician! I actually saw a real magician! Mysterio said he could do magic, but in fact he just sprayed hallucinogenic gas and cooperated with robot substitutes and drones. I've always wanted to see what magic looks like with my own eyes, but the Sanctum Sanctorum wouldn't let me in. Doctor Strange said I would damage their collections. Really! I'm not a kid. I've been a masked vigilante for a whole year! I heard that magicians ride brooms when they go out, why are you riding a dragon?"

After all the long-winded talk, Spider-Man's experience as a vigilante was compressed into the last question.

First distract the other party by talking about irrelevant things, and then suddenly throw out the questions you really want to know. Although it is old-fashioned, it is effective. Many experienced criminals have fallen into this trap and either revealed information that they didn't want Spider-Man to know, or confessed their guilt without realizing it.

Ratan saw through Spider-Man's little thoughts and said with a smile: "What era is it now? Are you still riding a traditional broom? We wizards are also good at innovating products, just like the bicycle shops in Manhattan always have new models on the market. I'm not riding a dragon like the person you are looking for, am I?"

To give someone a taste of their own medicine, Latan also used a trick called Legilimency, such as asking someone to "don't imagine a pink elephant", which would immediately bring up a pink elephant in that person's mind (including everyone who is reading this sentence).

Sure enough, Latan immediately saw a picture in Spider-Man's mind: in the dark night sky, a silver-armored knight riding a flaming red dragon flew across the sky above the building, waving a sword and pouring fire, burning the monster into... books?

The Red Lion narrowed his eyes. He saw that the Silver Armored Knight had a rather large and thick belt wrapped around his waist. Although the style and shape were very different from the transformation device of the wizard Haruto in the Hogwarts time traveler, it was just as bloated and cumbersome.

Are you a native New Yorker or a time traveler?

"You're reading my mind again, aren't you?" Although the spider-sense was still silent, Spider-Man was still keenly aware of this fact, "Well, Mr. Peeping Tom, it's okay to tell you. After all, the size difference between you and that silver can riding a dragon is too big."

Silver cans...

This nickname is surprisingly suitable for the Grey Knights, and Latan decided to use it to call the new recruits who had just put on the Holy Shield type magic armor.

He stepped on the alley wall, the direction of local gravity changed in the magnetic field emblem, and he walked up. He said to Spider-Man: "First of all, my name is Latarn Magnus; secondly, you may prefer to talk at an angle perpendicular to the ground. Come up, we can talk while walking."

"Wow! You can actually climb walls too! Is this magic?"

Spider-Man flipped his wrist, and sticky spider silk shot out from under his wrist and stuck to the wall. He pulled hard, and like an overly agile monkey, he crawled to Latan's side using his hands and feet: "About two months ago, the 'book world' appeared in New York for the first time. A book larger than a cruise ship suddenly appeared, and when it opened, it swallowed up the city and the people within its coverage. I was swallowed up when I was riding the school bus to school once. To be honest, it felt like crawling into the sand with my bare butt, and my whole body was itchy. Especially between my legs-"

"Excuse me...how do you know so well what it feels like to crawl into the sand with your bare butt?"

"Can't you read minds?"

"Just because I can read your mind doesn't mean I'm interested in your ass."

"Makes sense!" Spider-Man nodded seriously. "To be honest, I don't like my butt either. After a few fights with the Sandman, I always feel that it's a little asymmetrical... cough cough cough. After I was swallowed into the book world, I wanted to find a place where no one could see me to change into this outfit, but I accidentally saw a humanoid monster who was enjoying hunting people trapped in the book world. Just when I was about to stop it with my face bare, a swordsman in red armor appeared-"

"Red?" Latan interrupted again, "Not silver?"

"That was two months ago! It's probably this person who upgraded the equipment. This is normal. When I first became a vigilante, I was wearing a combat uniform made from pajamas." Spider-Man and Latan climbed to the roof one after another.

From this angle, Manhattan turned into a radiant and prosperous city. The unrestrained lights and neon dyed the night sky dark orange. Apart from the moon, no stars could be seen.

Peter squatted on the ventilation shaft, like a jumping spider ready to pounce on its prey. "That swordsman looked like a character from a knight novel, using a long sword that could spit fire to blow up the monster in just a few strokes. I'm not kidding, ever since I was bitten by a mutant spider, my vision is as good as a telescope. I saw clearly that a small black book burst out of the monster's body - it was this big, a little smaller than a palm. Actually, it's not quite right to call it a small book, I feel it's more like a box. Anyway, the monster died, the book world disappeared, and the swordsman picked up the little black book, and the matter was over. But..."

Spider-Man paused meaningfully, deliberately trying to create suspense so that the red-haired muscular handsome guy Latarn Magnus, whom he had just met, would ask him to continue.

Red Lion sighed, "Have you forgotten that I can read minds? If you don't want to tell me, then you don't have to. By the way, tomorrow I will let the Daily Bugle know what kind of underwear Spider-Man wears so that there is no trace of underwear on his tights."

Spider-Man covered his lower body in horror: "Didn't you say you weren't interested in butts?!"

"I'm not interested, but J. Jonah Jameson is definitely interested." LaTan pretended to be vicious. "Hurry up and tell me, otherwise everyone in New York will know that you are walking around in tight thongs tomorrow."

Even through Spider-Man's mask, Peter's grievance can be seen: "You win, Mr. Peeping Tom. I'm telling you now, you'd better not give the Daily Bugle any information... But after a month, the book world that frequently appeared in New York suddenly disappeared, replaced by humans who turned into monsters. Witnesses said that it was a black swordsman who used a small white book to do it. He pressed the book on the surface of the human body, and then it merged with the human body in an unscientific way. Using books to turn humans into monsters, isn't this already in the realm of magic?"

"No, I haven't seen this kind of magic either. This is more like some kind of system mechanism." Latan pondered for a moment. Legilimency couldn't see the appearance of the Black Swordsman from Spider-Man's memory, which meant that the two sides had never had a direct contact. "Is it possible that the Black Swordsman is the Red Swordsman in disguise?"

"Are you asking if he staged the crime himself? God, that's horrible, but I've suspected this possibility." Peter shrugged, "It's just that I don't have any evidence, Mr. Peeping Tom. You know there are very few cameras available on the streets of Manhattan, and I can only rely on eavesdropping on police radio stations to get intelligence... and turning people into monsters has a very bad social impact. Many of my colleagues are also tracking down the Red Swordsman, but so far we don't even know if this guy is white, black, or yellow. We only know that he changed into a set of silver armor, and every time he goes out, he must ride a red dragon, which is very high-profile."

"So you guys were targeting me as soon as I entered Manhattan."

"Well... although the dragon you ride, Mr. Peeping Tom, is completely different from Silver Can's dragon, they both look red. Plus, everyone's mood has been a little low lately, and we need progress to boost morale, so..."

"So you need to boost morale. I thought you were all blind." Latarn's words were full of thorns, making Peter scratch his chin awkwardly. "Tell me, how do you masked vigilantes deal with those who turn into monsters? Do you shoot them on the spot like the FBI?"

Spider-Man waved his hands repeatedly, "How is that possible! Those are all living people! All I can do is to trap the people who have turned into monsters with spider silk, so that they will not continue to hurt others and themselves. Then I can only wait for Silver Can to come riding on the dragon, and use the sword in his hand to separate the people from the monster's body like purifying hydrogen, and then kill the monster in one breath. I don't know why, but every time the monster dies, it explodes, and every time it explodes my body into pieces. My aunt complains every day that I wash clothes several times a day, and I'm almost tiring the washing machine. But if I don't wash them, the pieces of meat will rot and stink, and she will definitely have a heart attack."

What a long-winded vigilante... Latarn was a little tired of listening to him, and raised his hand to stop Spider-Man from continuing to express his opinion on which laundry detergent can remove blood stains faster. "Mr. Parker, thank you for your knowledge. I am a businessman, and I am in the start-up stage. The alley you just entered is the address of my company... I know you are curious why wizards want to start a business like ordinary people, but don't be curious yet."

"You read my mind again!" Spider-Man shouted, "Okay! I'm not curious for now! But before you satisfy the questions in my mind, I'm afraid I can only call you Mr. Peeping Tom."

"Okay. Businessmen have to do business. If Manhattan continues to be plagued by monsters created by the Black Swordsman, my capital flow will be very difficult."

No way, the more chaotic the situation is, the better the sales of Compound No. 5 will be. By the way, we can also test how superhumans will react after being injected with Compound No. 5.

"Since using books to turn humans into monsters cannot be explained by science, I can try to find out the purpose and identity of the Black Swordsman from the perspective of magic. This can also be regarded as my contribution to the city of Manhattan. What do you think? Can I become a vigilante like you?"

Spider-Man asked back warily: "How can I trust you?"

"Because of my deep love for humanity."

Latan said, while thinking about whether to offer some actual benefits as a guarantee. Unexpectedly, Spider-Man nodded with relief because of this sentence: "Okay, Mr. Peeping Tom, you are welcome to join my vigilante team. But you have to listen to my orders when you act. After all, I have much more experience as a vigilante than you."

He was alert but limited. After all, he was just a sophomore in high school and easily believed other people's empty talk.

Latan couldn't bear to fool Peter anymore, so he said with a smile, "Then I'll trouble Captain Parker to collect intelligence. If you find any trace of the Black Knight or the weirdo, please contact me immediately, okay?"

"How do I contact them? Oh! I know, I know! You wizards all like to do some weird rituals." Spider-Man looked expectant. "Do I have to go to the sewer to catch rats, or tie the message to the back of a toad, or set it on fire--"

Latan tore off the phone number written on the parchment, and said with disdain: "What era is this? Don't you know how to make a phone call?"

Spider-Man was disappointed, but still took the parchment obediently. He suddenly said, "By the way, you need to get yourself some clothes and a code name. This is a popular way for us vigilantes. Otherwise, you can't get into this circle."

"I'm not interested in walking around the city in a tight, crotch-binding suit for everyone to admire my butt crack." Ratan's comment made Peter cover his lower body again. "But I will get an outfit based on my own aesthetic taste. As for the code name... just call me the Red Devil."

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Watching Spider-Man swinging away on the spider silk, Latan took out parchment, used a quill pen to draw the silver-armored swordsman in Peter's memory, took a photo with his mobile phone, edited it into a MMS and sent it to Cassandra.

Three seconds later, Cassandra called angrily: "I saw what you sent me. What do you say? Did this person offend you? I'm going to kill him now!"

"Relax, Kana. He didn't provoke me. Maybe he can cooperate with me." Latan clenched his fist behind his back and looked down at the street full of traces of human life. "Go to the camp of the Krieg Redemption Army and show this photo to the wizard Haruto. He must know something."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps on the other end of the phone. It was obvious that Cassandra was running at full speed. Just over ten seconds later, Latan heard the sound of her round-toed leather shoes kicking open the door, followed by the viper-like hissing tone: "Haruto, wizard Haruto! Come here, it's time for you to show your surplus value."

Wuqi's voice sounded faintly, surprised but not panicked: "What's wrong?"

There was a crisp sound, accompanied by the terrified screams of the time travelers, and something heavy flew out and smashed the wooden bed board. Cassandra hissed at Haruto on the other end of the phone: "Did I allow you to ask questions, pig? You time travelers have no human rights. You do whatever I tell you to do, even if I ask you to lick the floor clean with your tongue, you have to do it!"

There was a sound of crackling, and Haruto got up from the ground. Although he couldn't see, Latan knew that Wuqi's face must be swollen. He spoke rather vaguely: "Okay, sir."

Cassandra's voice was pulled away, and she showed the screen of her phone to Haruto: "Do you recognize the man in armor in the painting?"

It was unknown whether it was out of pain or shock, but Haruto let out a clear and loud gasp, "I know, sir, this is Kamen Rider Saber: Dragon Knight Mode!"