My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

The blue-purple flames burned wildly, reflected in Latan's dark pupils.

The Red Lion felt as if his blood had solidified, an excruciating pain surged in his brain, and an unspeakable fear grew from the bottom of his heart.

He saw... deep in the ever-changing dark flames, there were countless irregular pupils and sharp beaks that kept opening and closing. These organs coexisted on a strange body that looked like a mollusk. It was definitely not a structure that humans could understand, but a madness that was beyond the boundaries of reason!

It is not the irrational it, nor the mundane him and she, but the one who transcends reality - Him!

Latan heard the gurgling sound of eyeballs moving, and saw countless irregular pupils turning in his direction. This existence that did not exist in the material world whispered from billions of mouths:

*…I found you…*

"No!" Latan heard himself shouting, but he couldn't feel his body. "I won't make the same mistake again! You can't make me surrender again!"

The statue smiled a smile that was enough to make any mortal lose their sanity. A hand-shaped limb stretched out from the silver throne and reached out towards Latan from the rolling blue-purple flames.

It was getting bigger and bigger! He could see every tiny texture on the limb that was changing all the time, filling Latan's entire field of vision. He wanted to take back the lost toy and wipe out the last bit of resistance in it!

Latan was terrified, realizing that if he was touched by this hand, he would lose everything.

He wanted to retreat, to dodge, to hide.

But he couldn't make any movement at all. The magic power in his body was as calm as solidified cement. His limbs that could easily crush steel were weaker than willow branches. The invisible fear imprisoned his mind in a way that was stronger than steel shackles.

There is no possibility, no hope, no room...

+Call now. +

A cold voice whispered in Latan's ear, leaving deep pain like a red-hot iron. Was this a trick of the being before him, or was it an auditory hallucination caused by despair?

+Call now! +

What is he calling for? Where is this voice coming from? Latan felt that his brain was about to freeze in this supernatural coldness. The pain from deep inside his body made him shed tears of blood from his eyes. The regret that he didn't know why pried open his teeth, and his breath vibrated his throat:

[In the name of the King of Kings, in the name of the Father of all mankind, answer my call! ]

Latan spoke a language he had never learned before. His voice was harder than steel, his words were soaked in blood and sorrow, and his ending was filled with bloody sin and endless death.

But it called forth the light.

Bright light, cold light, golden light!

The light intertwined and turned into a giant hand with a metallic luster. It was composed of countless mechanical structures born from human wisdom. Each finger was curved and sharp, like a blade, like an eagle's claw!

The golden claw crushed the limb of the being that was reaching out, and the changing object on the silver throne let out a scream that was enough to shatter the crystal.

The last thing Latan could see was the claws that covered the sky and the sun shattered into a blazing sun. The spreading corona caused an extremely strong throbbing in the red lion's heart, and then everything disappeared.

He still stood in front of the forge, holding the steel billet that had turned black in his hand. The flames burning in the furnace were no longer the ever-changing blue and purple flames, but only the warm and ordinary fire produced by the burning coal.

Ordinary and reassuring.

All this happened in an instant. Hagrid's exclamation was still echoing in his ears. Latan felt a splitting headache, as if every nerve was burning like coal.

The first moment, he raised his hand and touched his cheek. There was no blood or tears, but he felt extremely tired and his throat was dry and thirsty.

"Hagrid," Latan said hoarsely, "You said the giants only discovered how to forge giant steel a dozen years ago?"

The gamekeeper looked at the forge with lingering fear, but immediately answered: "It is like this. The giants are controlled by the magic governments of various places in the mountains far away from human habitation. Almost no one will go out of their way to look for them. But I will, so I can confirm that giant steel did appear more than ten years ago."

Ten years ago...

Latan looked at the steel billet in his hand that had been transformed into Giant Steel, his thoughts surging like a tide beneath his calm expression.

Hair is a very important material in magic, and in many rituals it plays the role of "referring to someone". For example, the famous voodoo doll requires sewing the hair of a cursed person into the doll.

The action of throwing hair into the flames, in magical rituals, means "revealing the person it refers to", revealing the soul of the person to the mysterious existence, which coincides with the way of forging giant steel.

According to Hagrid, when the method of forging giant steel appeared, he should not have been born yet or had just been born. Since Hagrid can track the traces of this group of giants, it means that this group of giants is in this area of ​​Western Europe...

Latan had a vague feeling that he had grasped a very important clue, but the severe pain in his head seriously interfered with his thinking. He felt listless and drowsy, and could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

There is only one thing that can be confirmed.

The giant who invented this forging method might be his father whom he had never met, and the reason why his mother went crazy was not just because she became the giant's bride.

"You need to rest, kid, let's go up there."

Ratan was helped by Hagrid to the big bed in the hut, and as soon as his head touched the pillow, he immediately sank into a hazy dream. In the dream, there was blue and purple mist, and a withered and holy planet.

Earth... No, she no longer uses this name. Instead, she was renamed by a brilliant figure. Now she is...

Holy Terra...

Latan woke up suddenly and felt his head swelling, but it was much better than before he fell asleep. As for the dream, he no longer remembered it.

It was dusk outside the window, and everything was covered in the red light of the setting sun. The roofs of the Centaurs' village were covered with hay, unicorns and thestrals were walking on the meadow, and there were small tents that were obviously transformed by magic, and students were sitting on the ground in groups of three or five.

It seems that the damage caused by the stragglers to the castle has not been completely eliminated, and everyone may have to spend the night outside tonight.

Latan had dinner at Hagrid's place, and when he was about to say goodbye to the gamekeeper, he took a small black axe from him.

"I made it out of your giant steel," said Hagrid, shifting his weight uncomfortably on his feet. "It won't cut down trees, but it'll be good enough for splitting small logs or something."

Looking at the brand new handle and the worn edge of the small hatchet, Latan immediately knew that this was something Hagrid had worked on during the few hours he slept, and he even engraved his initials "R.M." on it.

Latan felt a lump in his throat and hugged the gamekeeper's round waist tightly. "Thank you, Hagrid."

"What's the use of thanking me? Just keep it." Hagrid escorted Ratan out of the house. Fang was spinning around his feet, panting with his red tongue sticking out. He waved to the slowly walking away Red Lion and shouted, "Remember to come often!"

Latan waved goodbye to Hagrid and walked towards the mushroom-like tents outside the centaur village. Surrounded by the warmth of the setting sun and the gradually cooling evening breeze, Latan still felt an unprecedented loneliness even though there were noisy and cheerful little wizards in front of him.

It was as if he didn't belong here, or even to this era.

It was just a scary monster that disguised itself as a child, blending into the crowd, trying to keep its fur warm.

"Latan!"

A little red-haired person hurriedly ran to the red lion, her face was red from the cold, white air was coming out of her mouth, and her eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

Ginny clutched Latan's robe tightly, looked up and down with her watery brown eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief: "You finally woke up. I asked Hagrid what happened to you, but he refused to say anything. You still look very bad, it was Scaramucci who put you-"

"No." Latan squatted down, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Ginny's eyes with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "It's because of my own reasons. If there is a chance, I can tell you in detail."

"Let's not talk about it for now!" Ginny said hurriedly, "Dante wants to fight Scaramucci, there's nothing we can do to stop him!"

Latan's face sank, and he picked up Ginny and rushed into the tent area. From a distance, he saw Dante, who was furious, holding the Rebellion Greatsword and the Desert Eagle. If Minamoto Kiyotaka hadn't held his waist tightly from behind and Colin had not hugged his whole body on his legs, the half-demon would have run away long ago.

"Let me go!" Dante roared, "He dared to hurt Latan like this. I will kill him in nine ways! Nine ways!"

"You're just causing more trouble!" Yuan Qinglong growled. His handsome face flushed red, dark blood vessels popped out on his exposed arms, and his golden dragon pupils burned like gas lamps.

"My father said that impulse is the devil." Colin hugged Dante's right leg tightly, and his protruding ears were blown red by the cold wind. "Your behavior will not do any good to Latarn. Calm down!"

"How can you expect me to calm down?!" Dante dragged Colin and Minamoto Kiyotaka towards the castle step by step. "That damn guy dared to hurt my friend. I must--"

"Stop it!" Ginny was trapped under Latarn's arm and screamed like a whistle, "Look who this is!"

The three boys paused and turned their heads. Minamoto Kiyotaka smiled with relief, and Colin stood up and ran over in delight. Dante's expression was the most complicated, somewhere between happiness and anger.

He turned around abruptly and said to Minamoto Kiyotaka, "Tell him I called him a lone bastard!"

Minamoto Kiyotaka chided, "Don't say that—and, welcome back, Latarn."

Seeing his friends' concerned expressions, Latan felt as if a hydrogen balloon was slowly expanding in his chest, and his whole body felt light. He knelt down, opened his arms, hugged his friends, and said in a low voice: "I am so stupid..."

I actually feel that I don’t belong here, don’t belong to you.

"...I'm glad you know!" Dante looked a little unnatural. He turned his head to the side and whispered, "Next time you do something stupid, remember to take us with you. After all...you are my assistants!"

"I need to remind you." Minamoto Kiyotaka said with a smile, "You two are my assistants, okay? 'I'll find two assistants for you.' - That's what Professor Dumbledore said to me."

Latan pointed to his nose and said expressionlessly: "He told me the same thing, so I am the leader between the two of you."

"I don't know what you are talking about, but judging from the laws of history..." Colin pulled his hand out from the embrace of his friends with difficulty and raised it high. "Among the Germans, Italians and Japanese, I vote for Latan."

Dante pinched his fingers into a cone and roared, "How can this be considered a law of history? It's clearly a stereotype of World War II!"

"What a heartwarming scene. Please forgive me for interrupting."