My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Hogwarts isn't raising an army?

Agent Smith didn't believe a single letter of the letter. The white-haired kid in red leather clothing who was leading them had a broadsword on his back, a samurai sword on his waist, and two pistols in his arms. Even in Texas, few people carried so many weapons.

Agent Smith could not think of any other explanation except that this man was sent by Magnus to intimidate government officials.

Tony looked around the carriage of the General Gustav Cannon like a kid entering an amusement park for the first time, and said to Ms. Gustav in amazement, "You mean, you are the train itself?"

Ms. Gustave raised her chin as arrogantly as her creator: "I am the machine soul of the General Cannon. It was my Lord Magnus who awakened me from my mechanical body and granted me the mission of eternal life."

"Amazing!" Tony's eyes widened with excitement. "You actually have this kind of technology. You are indeed a magician. Madam, I want to see your energy system. I wonder--"

Ms. Gustav's cold and beautiful face flushed with red. She slapped Tony in the face: "You bastard!"

Tony was knocked around in a circle, staggered and fell into the arms of the bodyguard Happy, covering his swollen cheek and looking at Dante blankly.

Before Dante could say anything, Miss Potts gloated and said, "Mr. Stark, this is equivalent to asking a girl you just met for the first time to lift up her skirt for you. Tell me if this is rude or not, right?"

Tony said incoherently: "But when I went to Victoria's Secret, many girls took the initiative to lift their skirts towards me..."

Agent Smith looked at the dissolute playboy coldly. When he thought about the fact that more than 80% of the weapons of the US Department of Defense were purchased from this playboy's group, he wanted to kill this guy and replace Tony's uncle Obadiah with the position of CEO.

At least Obadiah isn't lingering on whores' breasts all day, and can keep his dick in check.

"We can almost see Lake Michigan. It's... um, 2:59 p.m." Dante pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his windbreaker pocket. "So I suggest you guys put them on."

"There's no causal relationship at all, right?" Tony waved his hand to refuse, "Don't give it to me, I won't take anything from others!"

Happy took the sunglasses from Dante, "Give them to me. It's my boss's quirk, and he hates it."

"And I hate it when people tell people about my quirks," Tony muttered, leaning forward so Happy could put them on for him. "So? I don't see why wearing sunglasses is necessary-Jesus Christ!!!"

A nuclear flame as bright as the scorching sun suddenly exploded on the lake in the distance. The strong light that was bright enough to make a mortal lose his eyesight instantly pierced into the carriage like a sword. The high heat annihilated all the clouds within a thousand meters in the sky. The shock wave of the hydrogen bomb swept across, and even the general cannon was violently shaken by the residual power of this destructive weapon!

Tony hugged Boz tightly, staring at the mushroom cloud rising from the lake as if attracted by magic. A large amount of lake water splashed from the sky onto the scorching armor of the General Gustav gun, making a series of hissing sounds. "Oh my God... This is necessary... This is necessary..."

Agent Smith quickly grabbed the armrest on the back of the front seat, so he didn't sit on the ground like Agent James. He glanced at the calm white-haired man with an eye mask in the back seat, and said to Dante righteously, "By openly detonating a nuclear weapon in the United States, you have violated the United Nations treaty prohibiting the use of nuclear weapons, seriously violated international law, and infringed on our national sovereignty!"

"Don't put the blame on me, buddy." Dante crossed his legs, put his hands behind his head, and said lazily, "It's because your infrastructure construction in the United States is so poor that our engineering team has to dig reservoirs ourselves to solve the water problem for residents."

Agent Smith's forehead was bulging with blue veins: "Who would use a nuclear bomb to dig a reservoir?!"

"First of all, it's a hydrogen bomb." Dante raised a finger. "Secondly, the Soviets know how to do it. Coincidentally, Comrade Zangief, the physics teacher at Hogwarts Academy, is a Soviet Ph.D. in physics. That's how the old Soviets built artificial reservoirs. They just dug a hole, buried a hydrogen bomb of calculated equivalent, detonated it, and done. It's simple and easy, quick and efficient."

Agent Smith was speechless for a moment, because having experienced the Cold War, he knew that this was indeed what the Soviets did.

Moreover, the Soviets not only used the mountains of nuclear bombs that had accumulated due to the arms race with the United States to dig reservoirs, open mines, and build canals, but they also used them to put out fires - blowing up natural gas wells and the rock formations below them. There were black and yellow radioactive warning signs everywhere.

After calming down a little, Agent Smith received a call from the Pentagon. Their satellite detected a nuclear explosion in Lake Michigan and asked him what happened.

"Hogwarts is doing infrastructure construction... I didn't inhale any hallucinogenic gas! I'm mentally normal!" Agent Smith roared at the Pentagon operator, "Don't ask me how I know! I saw the hydrogen bomb explode in front of my own eyes! The residual heat is still on my suit!"

After hanging up the phone, Agent Smith noticed that Professor Manstein of Kassel College was very calm and was even sipping the coffee provided by Ms. Gustav. He was moved and asked, "You don't seem to be surprised at all by the nuclear explosion?"

Professor Manstein smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, if you were like me and dealt with the crazy and perverted people in the Equipment Department all year round, you would be the same as me."

The muscles on Agent Smith's cheeks twitched, and he decided to turn around and submit an application to the Pentagon immediately to find out what this terrorist organization called the "Equipment Department" was doing.

The cannon began to slow down. Ms. Gustav said coldly, "Don't be in a hurry to stand up. The armor of the carriage still needs to go through a cleaning process to remove radioactive dust. If any of you are in a hurry to get cancer, I don't mind throwing him out myself."

Tony said eagerly: "Why don't we have a meal now? After dinner, let me take a look at your power system--"

Ms. Gustave slapped Tony on the other side of his face: "You bastard!"

"Ah!!!" Miss Potts screamed and pointed out the window, "Baby! I saw a baby!"

A Cherubim robot servant holding an incense burner looked at her through the window with an innocent face. Its body, which looked like a human larva, was equipped with a terrifying black mechanical device. Its right eye was replaced by a red-glowing auspicious bird on its chubby head. Dozens of thin flexible mechanical tentacles snaked out of its left eye. A pair of titanium alloy wings flapped slowly, allowing it to circle around the train like a plankton.

Hundreds of Cherubim servitors were doing the same job, cleaning the armor of the carriages, applying ritually consecrated oils, baking the wax of the Seal of Purity with incense, or rewriting the worn hymns of praise.

Dante looked at Miss Potts with a surprised look on his face. "They are just drones. They are part of the cleaning process. Let me remind you that these Cherubim have become a part of the daily life of Hogwarts students. Don't scream when you see them. My ears can't stand it."

“Drones?” Miss Boz was still in shock. The sight of the cherubim’s dignity, which was a combination of a baby and a machine, made her hair stand on end. “But… I clearly saw the blood vessels under their skin…”

"Bionic skin, sister, it's the product of bio-alchemy technology, made by Latarn." Dante waved his hand, "Originally these servitors had metal shells. But he was afraid that his mother wouldn't be able to accept the silver flying babies, so he covered all the cherubim with a layer of skin. He said that this would easily stimulate maternal instincts..."

Miss Potts rubbed the goose bumps on her arms and said viciously, "I guess I don't want to have children in my lifetime."

"Don't spoil the fun!" Tony held his red and swollen cheeks with both hands, looking at the auspicious instrument on the head of the Cherubim with great interest, "My God, these structures are so beautiful. I'm sure I can make something that's no less than these flying brats."

Dante was alert: "You're not planning on plagiarizing, are you, buddy?"

"Plagiarism?!" Tony was hurt. "You can insult my character, but you can't question my intelligence! Just wait, I will definitely create a work that will surprise Magnus!"

General Gustav's cannon slid into the station. The platform was not empty. Many men and women with animal ears on their heads and tails behind them walked past the carriages, dragging suitcases. The clothes they wore were very different from those of ordinary people, and the language they used was unheard of.

Agent Smith's anti-immigrant radar beeped, and he frowned and asked, "Who are these people?"

"An orc transfer student from Rhodes Island, buddy." Dante looked at the leader of these transfer students, who was also one of the only two adults among the orcs - a woman with yellow hair and yellow eyes, with a furry fox tail behind her. In Rhodes Island, her race was defined as Wolper, and her name seemed to be Goest or something?

Agent Smith stared coldly at the two-handed scythe on Goest's back, "I must remind you that illegal entry is--"

"It's illegal, buddy, do I need to tell you that?" Dante said nonchalantly, "They are all people who are protected by Latan's brothers, and that Angron brother with dreadlocks is now the master of the British Isles. Do you think he can't get a student visa to the United States? And do you plan to get off the bus or not?"

Agent Smith, whose mouth was blocked tightly, stood up with a lot of resentment, and deliberately followed Agent James to the end of the team, and whispered to the white-haired eye-patch man: "What do you think of the strength of these orcs?"

The white-haired man with the eyepatch put his fingers under the eyepatch and scratched it: "Even if I don't open the domain, it won't be difficult to kill them all."

Agent Smith was relieved at this, but still reminded: "Don't be careless."

"Don't worry." The white-haired eyepatch man smiled, "I am the strongest."

"You really like to light candles." Miss Potts exclaimed sincerely. The huge platform was supported by pillars with reliefs of sword-holding figures, and the vaulted ceiling was painted with ceiling paintings. The walls were carved with niches for ancient armor. Whether at the foot of the pillars or on the niches, there were long or short candles lit, and the air was filled with the smell of burning grease.

The dim candlelight and the colorful glare cast from the rose window on the arch complement each other. Hymns as soft as the evening breeze float melodiously from the speakers integrated with the statues, adding a church-like solemnity and sacredness to the platform full of modern industrial atmosphere.

"This is Latan's aesthetic. If I hadn't been hoping to copy his homework, I would have replaced all these things with strawberry sundae machines." Dante shrugged and looked at Wolper who was walking towards him quickly. "What's wrong, sister?"

The fox ears on Goest's head drooped down in frustration, and her pair of slender yellow eyes curved into an awkward smile: "The station in the town in front of the college is too big, we got lost..."

The Rhode Island transfer students behind her complained, "Sister Goest is always like this. Every time she arrives at a strange place, she rushes forward aggressively, not caring whether this road can lead to the destination or not!"

Goeste blushed. “I’m decisive in choosing the direction to move forward… It’s not because I can’t understand the road signs!”

Dante glanced expressionlessly at the sign hanging from the vault. Each letter on it was at least as big as an average person's head, and was labeled in six languages: Chinese, German, English, Italian, Japanese, and French. "How can you not understand this..."

Another adult who led the Rhode Island transfer students sneered, "Because Goest is illiterate."