My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Inside the White House.

President Bush looked up from behind his desk. He stared at the pale Siegfried with burning eyes: "Are you telling the truth? Did Latan Magnus really lose his power?"

"Mr. President, I saw it with my own eyes." Siegfried said flatteringly. He was now alone again and had to find a buyer who was willing to take him in. "That was a forbidden hoop. Even the Monkey King couldn't take it off after he chopped off his head and it grew back. (Author's note: For details, see the chapter on the fight in Chechi Kingdom in Journey to the West) Magnus is now just an ordinary person with a stronger body, and he is no longer a magnetic field master!"

President Bush did not show joy as Siegfried expected. Instead, he lowered his head and pondered.

"Mr. President, now is the perfect time to launch a crusade against Magnus. Won't you order the troops to go?" Siegfried asked cautiously.

"Siegfried Avery, huh?"

President Bush smiled. "If you hadn't demonstrated all kinds of mythical abilities, I would have ordered my bodyguards to throw you out for your instigation. Yes, Magnus has lost his power, but the Sovereign still stands. Sending troops to Hogwarts now will only lead to the destruction of my America. I am a patriot, and even if those people in the third world call me an executioner and a murderer, my deep love for my motherland will not change in the slightest. Your purpose here is obvious. I can give you wealth or a luxurious life, but war - I'm sorry, this is not on the Christmas gift list."

Siegfried quickly glanced at the strong white man in a black suit and black sunglasses next to the president. There was a scar on his bald head that was obviously left by surgery. The smile on his face disappeared, and his tone was slightly cold: "Mr. Bush, are you threatening me?"

President Bush stood up, turned his back to Siegfried, looked out the window at Washington, which was decorated with Christmas decorations, and chuckled, "In fact, I am very curious about the origins of people like you. You are obviously mediocre, useless, and stupid since birth, but at a certain point in time you suddenly become extremely intelligent and have abilities that cannot be explained by modern science and technology. Don't rush to refute me, Mr. Avery."

He gestured to the muscular man beside him and said, "I'm just curious, which one is better, the 'system' in your mind or the Dream Maker developed by our country. Operator Smith, please treat our guests well."

Siegfried's pupils contracted, and he looked in astonishment as the strong man took off his sunglasses, and pale arcs of electricity burst out from his deep iron-gray eyes!

The magnetic field rotates!

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"Hey, did you hear?"

"General Starbreaker has lost his power?! Merlin's beard, this, this, this...what should I do?"

"Is he ill? Professor Snape—"

"He can't even use magic anymore!"

"Who will protect us then?"

"Damn it, I shouldn't have bought a house in the town in front of the college..."

"Big Boss will always be our Big Boss meow!"

"The Goddess of the Forge is so hot! Big Strider is brave and cunning, and the Red Lion is cunning and brave. He must be lying to us!"

"Although I don't want to admit this fact...Lothlorien...has the prophecy of my race come to nothing?"

"Look at the news. The front page headline of Daily Planet is: The Hulk? General Starbreaker protects Arizona and defeats the monster named Hulk!"

"This is also being broadcast on TV. Vought Current Affairs? This channel seems to have just been created. The host is explaining the battle, and there is also a video, which is very clear."

"Hahahaha, I knew General Shatterstar was fine. There's no need to worry anymore!"

"Maybe he was just hurt, that must be the case, it's all the fault of those guys who spread rumors!"

"Praise the Red Lion!"

"Praise the Red Lion!!"

"Praise the Red Lion!!!"

"The big boss is awesome meow!"

……

All kinds of people were captured by the Cherubim Servants, and every detail was collected on Latan's mobile phone. He was sitting in his living room, and next to him stood a thin white man with an uneasy look. He was wearing ill-fitting clothes, and his brown eyes under his high eyebrows were full of anxiety.

Latan touched the forbidden hoop on his forehead, which had become his new habit. He said to the man beside him, "Robert Bruce Banner, a world-renowned physics doctor, was responsible for manufacturing secret weapons for the US government. He was accidentally exposed to a large amount of radiation from a gamma bomb, which caused his body to mutate. Whenever he gets emotional, he turns into a green monster named Hulk."

"Yes." Dr. Banner smiled bitterly, "Your Vought Company is really powerful. It can even dig out such confidential information."

"Originally I could have seen your memories directly, but now I have lost that means." His fingertips stroked the intricate carvings on the restraining hoop. Latan did not worry about losing his psychic power. With his physical strength and his understanding of the power of magnetic fields, he broke through from electric current push to the complete realm of magnetic field rotation with a power of 200,000 horsepower in just two days.

The so-called perfect state is to be able to perfectly control every bit of power, and to blast it all into the opponent's body without leaking out at all. Although it won't be a punch that changes the sun and the moon and shocks the world, the power of each punch is ten times that of the previous time when he simply had 200,000 horsepower.

But is that enough?

Dr. Banner exclaimed: "It's really amazing... Mr. Magnus, thank you for stopping me from becoming 'that thing'. I... I killed people, my colleagues who worked with me, and the soldiers who guarded the base. I killed them. Please send me to prison! I will not escape the sin of murder, and I don't want to escape."

Latan retracted his thoughts and shook his head slightly: "I refuse."

Dr. Banner said anxiously: "But——"

The sound of gunfire interrupted Dr. Banner's words. He looked in horror at his arms which had suddenly become extremely strong. The skin from his shoulders to his fingertips was all shiny green. His palm, covered with dense hair, was holding a bomb whose tail was still spewing fire!

"Understand?" Latan put down the smoking grenade launcher and watched Dr. Banner's arm shrink again. The green color faded, and the stopped advancing grenade fell to the ground with a clang. "You want to pay with your life, but Hulk doesn't want to. He was born from your body because of gamma rays, but he exists independently of your consciousness. He is like a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast, ready to break out of the cage at any time."

"I..." Dr. Banner covered his arm in panic, fearing that it would turn green again. "What should I do, Mr. Magnus?"

"Professor Zangief will be happy to have a teacher who is proficient in science to help him share his homework." Ratan instinctively put the grenade launcher into the Book of Magnus. The sharp metal sound of the muzzle rubbing against the dark silver cover was quite piercing. The Red Lion was a little annoyed. If he had known this would happen, he should not have set up a restriction when making the Book of Magnus that required gravity magic and psychic power to open it.

"Don't refuse." Ratan used brute force to pry open the Book of Magnus. The crisp sound of the forbidden breaking was really pleasing to the body and mind. No wonder a barbarian with a wolfish smell was so fond of breaking bones. He stuffed the grenade gun into the crack of the book and shook his finger at Dr. Banner, who was moving his lips. "Don't underestimate this job. You will face a bunch of wizards with blood like dragons and vigorous energy. Haha, Old Sang often complained to me that everyone in his class has lost weight."

Dr. Banner was a little tempted, but then hesitated: "But I killed someone..."

"Why are you being so nagging? You killed someone, that's right, so what? Are you going to keep crying or take action to atone for your sin?"

"...I will not give up researching ways to kill myself."

"Then don't forget to send me an invitation to the ceremony before you press the execution button."

"I've made note of that." Dr. Banner stood up and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Mr. Magnus."

Latan waved his hand and said, "Enjoy Christmas. You need to have a few good meals and a good night's sleep. The Cherubim outside the door will take you to the teachers' dormitory. If you need to buy anything, just tell it."

"Thank you again." Dr. Banner pushed the door open and walked out.

Latan was the only one left in the living room. Raynalla was pushed out by Ms. Worley half an hour ago to do her third shopping today. The light strips, bells, balls, fireworks, gift wrapping paper, gift boxes and other things they bought early in the morning were piled up under the fir tree given by Hagrid. Marenia was probably choosing the turkey for Christmas dinner. Ginny and Luna should be in the audience of the Quidditch stadium at this point, cheering for Dante and others who were participating in the inter-school duel between Ilvermorny and Hogwarts.

As for Cassandra...

There was the sound of a lock turning outside the door. Cassandra came in with the daughters of rich families from all over the world, clapping her hands and calling out loudly, "All right, girls! We still have two hours, so hurry up and get started! Sif, pick a few people to decorate the Christmas tree; Hernachi, you and your sisters will be responsible for wrapping the gifts; and you, Sakurai Sulfur, light up the fireplace, the room is as cold as an ice cellar; everyone, make way! Delas has to bring the flowers in!"

The young ladies moved quickly under her command. Although they all had a fairly affluent family background, none of them had been trained to be a vase without any work. On the contrary, each girl's movements were quite capable and compact. They came from all over the world and had three skin colors: yellow, white, and black. They put the pile of things under the fir tree in order while laughing and dancing. Their bright figures brightened up the living room.

Well, the change in light was mainly due to the lit fireplace.

The families behind them are not fools, and they will not be fooled by the rumors that "Magnus has lost his power". Even if this is true, the knowledge in Latan's mind is enough for those families to continue to increase their investment. After all, the difference between icing on the cake and sending timely help is greater than the difference between a firefly and the sun.

Latan snatched the rare books scattered on the coffee table from a girl. These were forbidden books containing dangerous magic, not something they could touch. Looking past the trembling girl to Cassandra, he said, "I can do these jobs alone."

"Then why don't you rest? Go clean the toilet. There are urine stains on the seat. Can't men aim a little more when they pee?" Cassandra stuffed the brush and rag into Latan's hands. "Don't complain. They will only spend a few more hours with you today. It's New Year's Day. You should get something to fool the old guys behind the scenes, right?"

Latan covered his forehead, not knowing if it was an illusion, he felt the restraining ring tightening, and his head ached. He walked towards the toilet and said, "You care about them more than I do."

"Need I say that?" Cassandra put her hands on her hips, her tight clothes outlining her beautiful waistline. "Men and women are equal, and equal pay for equal work. I'm not one of those 'feminists' who only know how to shout slogans."

"Praise you, Miss Worley. Tell them to leave my books alone, especially in my room."

Latan went into the bathroom and without magic, he used his hands to scrub every inch of the toilet surface, paying special attention to the toilet that had been subjected to his German bombing for a long time. He wiped the white porcelain until it was as good as a mirror, so good that it could reflect people.

Standing up to admire the fruits of his labor, Latan nodded with satisfaction, then squatted down to clean the scale in the gaps of the sink. As he moved, a grain of golden light slipped out of his pocket, fell to the ground with a jingle, and rolled towards the drain along the slope of the bathroom floor.

Lord of the Rings!

Ratan grabbed it and looked at the Gogothic characters carved inside and outside the ring, frowning deeply. He had clearly put the ring in the Book of Magnus, so how could it appear in his coat pocket? Moreover, although his movements were large, they were definitely not enough to cause the ring to roll out of the bottom of the bag.