My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

"Are you really unable to use any psychic energy now?"

"Angron, my brother, your brain will not allow me to derive the least satisfaction from deceiving you."

"Bullshit! Our brainpower was clearly set by 'him' - wait, are you scolding me in a roundabout way?"

Latan gave Angron a meaningful smile and walked straight into the command center of Nuceria against the green-skinned orcs. This brass-colored metal building was obviously recast from the wreckage of the Rhodes Island landship, reflecting a red glow in the warm and dim winter sunlight.

Looking at the orcs coming and going in the hall, Kolar's hand had been placed on the perfect hilt of the sword without knowing when, and whispered: "My sword is vibrating, it's time to kill the aliens."

"These are my orc auxiliary troops, Little Phoenix." Angron gave Koral a slap on the head. "They all have sub-human certificates issued by me. They are legal and compliant. They are not your enemies."

The girl with brown rabbit ears trotted over. Latan remembered her name was Amiya. The rabbit girl bowed while holding a folder that was quite heavy for her, and said crisply, "Everyone, the food and drinks are ready. Do you want to eat now?"

Ai Rong happily rubbed the hair between Amiya's ears and said, "Little bastard, did you miss me?"

Amiya said with a straight face: "Brother Astartes, please do not disturb me while I am working."

"You're so cold... You clearly said that you like Grandpa Airong the most..."

"I! I! I didn't say that!" The bunny's long ears turned red.

Latan cast a suspicious look at Angron, who was smiling like an auntie. "Squirrels, rabbits. Do you World Eaters all have a special liking for rodents?"

Angron raised his eyebrows noncommittally. “My Flametail is very pleasing to him.”

"Humph, you will behave yourself when the Skaven corrupt you."

"Brother." Colin held his rumbling stomach and said, "Can we go eat now? I'm starving!"

The Red Sand Holy Ring spun gently. Angron looked at Colin, who was emitting a soft light in his eyes, with great interest. He said to Latan, "Aren't you going to introduce your little friend to your brother?"

Latan now just wanted to know where Angron used the green orcs' "WAAAAAGH" energy. He raised his hand perfunctorily and said, "Dante Sparta, no one dares to compare with his shooting skills."

The black and white guns fluttered and spun between Dante's fingers like butterflies. He holstered them gracefully and raised his nose proudly: "Yes."

"Gen. Kiyotaka. Want to learn about the dragon race? They are a hybrid that invaded human society."

"I have no intention of invading or anything like that..." Minamoto Kiyotaka said helplessly, bowing 90 degrees to Angron, "Please take care of me."

"Colin Creevey." Latan looked down at the paparazzi who was looking expectant, and was silent for a moment. "It's a camera."

Colin shouted in disbelief: "Brother?!"

"There is another one..." Latan seemed not to hear, "I guess...it might be Gunstein."

"The goddess of the furnace's hot cakes!" Gunstan, the son of the chief of the Lonely Mountain dwarves, jumped up and hit his head on Latan's knees, "Translate the meaning of the guess for me!"

Carpenter looked indifferent, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Lord Magnus, are you awake?"

“He,” Latan pointed at Carpenter and said to Angron solemnly, “My first gene son.”

Angron looked puzzled. "It is indeed... a place full of talented people. Amiya, please take the guests to the feast. I have a few things to discuss with Magnus alone."

Amiya bowed again and clapped her hands. Immediately, several orc girls came in. Each of them was extremely beautiful and delicate. They lined up in two rows and shouted in unison in a voice that made one's bones tingle: "Dear guest, please~"

The scene was extremely erotic. Dante nervously tugged at Ratan's pants: "It looks like a Hongmen Banquet, man..."

"Just let them be." Latan pulled up his pants that were about to fall down. "Just remember, there is a difference between humans and animals. Don't let your emotions run wild."

Dante: "...Brother, your reminder is quite tactful."

After packing up Lu Mingfei's father and sending him to the plane to Russia, Latan followed Angron on the elevator. Compared with the small box used by mortals, the elevator's grille guardrails embossed with skulls and ubiquitous double-headed eagle decorations made Latan feel much more relaxed, and the space was enough for two Primarchs to stand side by side without feeling crowded at all.

The elevator rose up, and Angron said amid the sound of steady mechanical operation: "You must be curious why I allowed the greenskins to besiege Nuceria."

Latan crossed his arms across his chest and closed his eyes impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense."

Angron was not annoyed. He was calm and smiling. "The ring behind my head can absorb the emotions of all living and non-living things and transform them into power for its own use. The 'WAAAAAGH' energy is a force field released by green orcs in battle, and it is also a non-human emotion. It is an energy that can make your wishes come true to a certain extent. I have tried to think about the fact that 'there are no time travelers in the world'."

Latan opened his eyes and asked seriously, "And then?"

"Perhaps the 'WAAAAAGH' energy I collected was not sufficient, or perhaps the arrival of the travelers could not be stopped." Angron spread his hands, "I failed miserably. Travelers are still arriving at Holy Terra. I can even feel that traces of travelers have appeared on other earth-like planets in the Milky Way."

Latan clenched his hands into fists and said with anger in his voice: "These insects are as tenacious as cockroaches, and as disgusting as cockroaches."

"That's true." Angron nodded. "But I found that although the 'WAAAAAGH' force field cannot prevent the arrival of the travelers, it can weaken the capabilities of the travelers' own systems to a certain extent."

Latan's expression was stern: "Tell me in detail."

The elevator shook slightly and stopped in the middle of the Brass Command Center building. Angron made a gesture to lead the way and took Latan through a corridor with small doors closely distributed on both sides. Each door was inlaid with a pale human skull. After mechanized modification, they held a parchment scroll in their mouths, and the identity information of the person behind the door was written in Gogothic.

These prisoners included both men and women, all of them were time travelers. Through the small window on the door, one could see that their limbs had been chopped off, their eyelids, ears, noses and lips had been cut off, and they were placed in a hollow cage shaped like a coffin. Dozens of thick and thin tubes were buried deep in their skinny flesh like some kind of carnivorous worms.

Noticing Latan's gaze, Angron explained, "These are a branch of the time travelers. I call them 'raiders.' Due to the influence of the 'WAAAAAGH' energy, their systems have been greatly weakened, and they can't even strengthen their bodies and abilities. The greatest use of their systems is to supervise them in completing the raiding mission."

"Strategy?"

"Well, to put it simply, it means making someone designated by the system fall in love with them."

"I see." Latan retracted his gaze. "Compared to the multiple-birth system I destroyed not long ago, these strategy systems are indeed rubbish. Would the God of Pleasure pay attention to such a false love? I have my doubts about this. Old Twelve, you brought me here, didn't you want me to admire these scum?"

Angron smiled widely. "I have a surprise for you."

As he spoke, he stopped outside a cell. On the door of this cell was no servo skull inlaid, only two brass-forged Roman numerals: XV.

Angron grasped the handle that required four hundred and fifty tons of grip force to open, and pulled open the cell door amid the dull sound of the hydraulic mechanism. He winked at Latan and said, “Come in and take a look.”

Latan looked at Angron deeply and strode into the cell.

This cell is not cramped or dark at all. Although it is not luxurious enough, its decoration is definitely more attentive than most student dormitories in the world. At least the windows are clean and the wall paint is not bulging or falling off.

Passing through a living room that was almost as big as a toilet, Latan walked towards the only room in the cell besides the bathroom. Before opening the door, he heard a woman's voice coming from the room.

"Tongzi, you said that the target of my strategy is the most outstanding scholar in the world today?"

An electronic voice, neither male nor female, answered: *Yes, host.*

"Will he be very poor? I don't want to capture a poor guy. I prefer a domineering CEO."

*Host, your target has the wealth that is second to none in the world, please rest assured. And his appearance is also the best in the world today, he will not let you suffer any loss. *

"Wow~" the female voice sounded like pink bubbles were coming out, "So is he 1 meters, 88 centimeters?"

*Host, your capture target's physical condition is better than you thought.*

"That's too big!" the woman said shyly, "But it doesn't matter, I can accommodate it. Tongzi, are you sure you have made me look like his white moonlight?"

*Blonde hair, green eyes, and a mole under the corner of the eye. That's right, host. You are even more charming than the target's white moonlight. His white moonlight is now abroad. With this appearance and the ability to listen to the inner voice, I believe you will be able to complete the capture mission soon and get a reward of 1 billion yuan. *

"Hehe, I really can't wait to meet the target—"

The sound of the door bolt made the blonde woman turn her head in panic, and saw a red-haired giant over five meters tall squeezing in from the door frame. His flying red hair seemed to fill the entire room. His palm, bigger than a millstone, stretched out towards her. There was no expression on his sculpture-like strong and handsome face, but his eyes, sparkling with golden light, were leaping with terrifying energy.

Latan pinched the attacker, who looked about 70% similar to Cassandra, like a chicken, looked at her almost distorted expression, and said, "Listen to your heart? Then listen carefully to what I'm thinking now."