My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Friday, July 1992, 12.

For some Western countries that adhere to European culture, such as the United States and the United Kingdom, this day is as important as the second day of the Chinese New Year. It is a good day to visit relatives and friends and spend the holidays together, and it also marks the official start of the Christmas holiday.

Ratan sat on a recliner on the fully enclosed balcony, watching the rays of light piercing through the clouds in the sky. The heavy snow that had fallen for more than three weeks had stopped in the early morning, and the ground was covered in silver, which was particularly charming. He lowered his head and gave Cassandra, who had sat with him all night in his arms, a deep and long kiss, and said to the magnetic field crazy woman with red and hot skin: "I'm leaving."

Cassandra placed her palm on his chest, feeling the heart stronger than a dragon beating majestically under the thick bone plates. She smiled and said, "If you don't come back when school starts, I will rush to the evil land of Mordor and bring you back."

On the clothes drying rack, Ahriman tilted his head and asked, "Can you speak human language?"

"It's a deal." Latan took off the Soul Devouring Ring on the middle finger of his right hand and put it on the middle finger of Cassandra's left hand. After the magic power was sealed, this thing was no longer useful to him. Without saying anything more, he put Cassandra down and picked up the Christmas gift from Gregorovitch - four dark shackles, locked on the wrists and ankles respectively. The long chain coiled around the forearms and legs like a python, and the surface appeared with the same carvings as the imprisonment circle on the head.

Latan shuddered slightly. Under the fifth level of confinement, the 200,000 horses of full strength in his body disappeared, and along with them, the distracting thoughts that were either born from the bottom of his heart or infected by external forces also died. He had never been as weak as he was now, nor had he ever been as clear-minded and thoughtful as he was now.

Just like the old monkey said, this is the path he must take.

Go to the East, confront the Treason, and destroy the Ring.

Waving his hand, the Explosive Tiger, which had shrunk to the size of a cat, leaped onto Latan's shoulder and nestled comfortably in his thick red hair. Ahriman flapped his wings hastily and landed on his shoulder. Crossing the living room, he nodded to Miss Qiu Wu, the nuclear bomb spirit. Gently pushing the door of the master bedroom open a crack, the Full Moon Queen was sleeping soundly with her pillow in her arms. Fine lines had already appeared on her beautiful and fair face, carving into Latan's heart like a knife.

Demigods do not age with time, they only become weaker through suffering.

"I will make Radagon pay the price, mother." Latan said softly. He used to admire the "hero" Radagon so much and was proud of his red hair, which was the same color as Radagon's. Now he knew about the marriage that was forgotten, and he also saw clearly that the so-called "hero" was just a "loyal dog" tied by the golden rule.

After closing the door of the master bedroom, Latan turned around and saw Lakkad standing quietly not far behind him. As the eldest brother, he warned this brother who was born of the same mother and looked very old: "Don't let the snake deceive your eyes again. If you try to devour the gods, you will only be devoured by the gods."

Lakkad, who had once merged with the God-Eating Serpent, awkwardly touched his newly grown nose and said, "Not bad... I thought you didn't know about this."

"Rani told me that she was the only demigod who entered the new era while maintaining her sanity."

"It feels like being caught watching pornographic videos as an adult... It's not bad, after all, I'm finally back with my real family." Lakkad put half of his arm into his throat and pulled out a golden two-handed holy sword engraved with intricate patterns from deep inside. "Mordor is far away, and your journey is destined to be bumpy. Take my sword with you."

Latan took the golden holy sword and thrust it into his heart. When he pulled it out, blood filled every vein on the sword. He handed it back to Lakkad and said, "When I leave this place, all forces will surely be ready to take action. You stay here with my blood and garrison. In times of crisis, light the blood flame and I will know."

Lakkad took the bloody holy sword with both hands, raised his head and swallowed it, saying, "Not bad, I'll remember it." He seemed to suddenly remember something, "Oh, yes, before those two girls go home last night, please let me give this to you."

Seeing his brother put his hand in his mouth again, Latarn took a small step back calmly and said, "If you vomit it out, I will stick a toilet brush in it."

"Don't mention your unlucky toilet. I almost fell to my death in the toilet last night." Lacard said without exaggeration. He took out a gift box that was only the size of a palm and said, "Here, they are giving you a Christmas present."

There was a small doll in the box. The material was unknown. It was a light blue-skinned woman with four arms. She had one real and one unreal face. She wore a snow-white wide-brimmed pointed wizard hat, a plain jumpsuit with a fur cloak over it, and her four hands were crossed on her lower abdomen. Even the tiny details were made very delicately, but Latan felt a hint of coldness when he held it in his hand.

Latan said in amazement: "Isn't this the Snow Witch? Lani's magic teacher."

"Yes, when you were fighting with Marennia, Lani used the Death Rune to kill her own demigod body, and her soul attached itself to a puppet made in the image of the Snow Witch." Lakkad raised his bearded chin towards the puppet, "So this is a puppet made in the image of the Snow Witch. It's a tongue twister, but it's not bad."

Ahriman on his shoulder: "Can you speak human language?"

Lacade: "I'm beginning to hate you."

"This girl..."

Putting the petite Lani into her hair at the back of her head, Latan squeezed Lakkad's shoulders hard and walked to her room.

On the bed that had never been slept in since it was purchased, Colin was snoring loudly with his mouth slightly open; Dante had changed his military-style school uniform into the red leather trench coat he wore when they first met, exposing his chest with a gun belt, and was eating his Christmas present - Honeydukes Holiday Collector's Edition Bibi Every Flavour Beans, which had four more flavours than the regular Bibi Every Flavour Beans: roast turkey, mistletoe, plastic balls and Christmas tree; Minamoto Kiyotaka was wearing a blue shirt with an Undying Sword hanging at his waist, and was combing his shiny black hair with a dragon tooth comb according to his reflection in the window glass.

"Is everything packed?" Latan asked.

Dante kicked Colin's butt, and Colin groaned and turned over, still not waking up. Minamoto Kiyotaka used his magic wand as a hairpin to fix his hair bun, and his feminine pink lips raised a pretty smile like a short-lived flower: "The only thing missing is this lazy guy."

Ahriman flew to Colin's head, stretched his neck, and made a very realistic crowing sound. Colin's face showed a look of pain, and he turned over and covered his ears with the pillow, so Ahriman pecked him hard on the forehead.

Boom!

"Ouch!" Colin jumped up from the bed. Before he could cover his forehead with a grimace, Dante quickly stuffed a travel bag full of sundries into his arms. The heavy package made him fall back down, his face full of confusion.

"Good morning." Minamoto Kiyotaka said with a smile, "Don't forget what we are going to do today."

"Yes, yes..." Colin yawned loudly, "I just dreamed of the legendary Manchu-Han Banquet... What's so heavy in this bag?"

"Various spices, portable woks, foldable cauldrons, and a set of cutlery." Dante listed them all. "You can't expect to always find an authentic Chinese restaurant along the way, buddy."

"Well, dying of exhaustion is better than dying of hunger." Colin said resignedly. While looking for his socks, he asked, "Where is our first stop? I didn't remember what you told me last time."

"Britannia," Latan said. "Or you may call it by its new name: Nuceria. Named after the former homeworld of my brother Angron, now his domain and the front line against the greenskins."

Colin stood in awe. "Then the importance of this bag of things has greatly increased. Since I've been spoiled by Chinese food, I, a British person, can't eat British food anymore."

"You guys, you only know how to eat!" Dante laughed.

Cassandra came over and said, "The car is waiting downstairs."

Latan nodded, squatted down and hugged her tightly, took the Star Crusher from her hand, crossed it and hung it behind his waist, and said to his friends who had shared their lives with him, "Let's go."

Dante suddenly remembered something important: "What about the Sovereign?"

"I have divided the control of the Sovereign into three parts and given them to the three principals." Latan's lips curled up with a barely perceptible smile, "I hope they can understand the meaning of my move."

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At the Chicago airport, on an unnumbered runway, the Gulfstream V-type private jet "Sleipnir" provided by Principal Angers was quietly parked. The side of its tail was painted with a black silhouette of Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse that Odin rides in Norse mythology, and the white shell reflected a star-like glow in the morning sun.

Jia Kolar, who had been waiting here for a long time, followed the etiquette and knelt on one knee in front of Latan who came on the big truck. He clasped his thumbs in front of his chest and said in a clear and melodious voice: "My biological father, may the emperor watch over you."

Red Dog Airon raised his hand and gestured casually at his chest, showing no intention of kneeling. He twisted his rough face into an unruly, even provocative smile, and greeted briefly with his neck stiffened: "Morning, sir."

Carpenter, the young Thousand Sons of the Blazing Sun, leaned on the jade staff of Yuanzhi and touched his chest with one hand to express his deep respect. He was already lacking in emotion, but after inheriting the blood of the Scarlet King, he became even more indifferent. He said meticulously: "The blazing sun will always shine, and wisdom will last forever."

Finally, Gunstan, the dwarf from the Lonely Mountain, rested his elbow on the long-handled axe that served as a walking stick. He wore a mail shirt under his thick cloak. The bare scalp beside his Mohawk hairdo contrasted sharply with the thick beard under his chin. He said impatiently, "Strider, why are you here so late?"

"Impatientness is the biggest enemy of success," Latan said calmly. He had already suffered a lot of losses on this point in the galaxy. He raised his hand to signal Koral and Carpenter to stand up, "Has Gandalf ever shown up?"

Ai Rong sneered: "That old fellow backed down at the last minute! He is so afraid of death——"

Boom!

A polished wooden stick hit Airon's head lightly. Gandalf, wearing a gray robe, sipped his pipe and glanced at the berserker. "It's really rude to talk about an old man behind his back."

Airon was so angry that he wanted to roar, but Gandalf blew a puff of smoke at him, which choked the extraordinary warrior with two hearts and three lungs and made him cough repeatedly, and he was speechless for a while.

Latan ignored Red Dog and asked the old man, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

The gray-robed wizard looked at Latan deeply, wrinkled his hooked nose, and a strange look flashed in his eyes full of wisdom and vicissitudes: "You sealed your own psychic power? That is a gift from your father and an indispensable part of your life."

"This is the path I chose, and I will finish it no matter what." Latarn said expressionlessly, "What's the problem?"

Gandalf raised his voice: "If I can help you take that thing off your head--"

Ahriman called out, “Can you speak human language?”

"Are you questioning my choice?" Latan responded. "Gandalf, you are overstepping your authority. You do not hold a burning golden eagle in your hand. If you truly serve him on the Golden Throne with all your heart, you will respect me as you would him."

"Arrogant boy... If I didn't treat you like this, how would you know that I wholeheartedly serve Him on the Golden Throne?" Gandalf laughed, pointing his pipe at the Star-Breaking Greatsword, "If you want to go this way, I won't stop you. But your weapon is too fierce, filled with blood and full of hostility. I'm afraid you won't be able to go far at this rate. Let me... transform it for you!"

After saying this, he paused his wooden staff without waiting for Latan to react, and a smoke arrow blew out of his mouth. Latan frowned and raised his hand to block it. But the smoke arrow split into two, went straight around, and pounced on the giant soldier behind the red lion's waist, transforming its form in the rolling thick white, splitting into two and becoming four. The chains on the four limbs were adorned with a dark blunt nail engraved with golden magnetic lines at the end with a low metallic hum.