My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

In the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, there is a huge tapestry hanging, which is embroidered with an image of silly Barnabas trying to teach the troll to dance ballet.

The ugly giant in a white dress and pink ballet shoes holds a bone club and beats the silly wizard in the center of the tapestry, making him scream. This description can make people curious, but it can also make all those who are curious feel deeply regretful.

That scene is so painful that you feel uncomfortable if you don’t look at it for a day, and it makes you uncomfortable for the whole day if you look at it.

But tonight, even the trolls temporarily put aside the task of torturing silly Barnabas, and their small, protruding eyes all looked outside the tapestry, staring at the little wizards who were gathered there but clearly separated.

The radicals who want to rule the world, the conservatives who want to protect the fate of all characters, the destiny faction who try to change the fate of all characters, and the reformists who want to change the world with magic.

The time travelers from four major factions gathered together here, no longer hiding the hostility in their eyes when looking at each other. The air in the corridor seemed to be completely solidified, turning into a suffocating area.

Zheng Shilong held the ancient bronze sword in his hand and asked in a low voice, "Are all of you here?"

"Needless to say?" The reformist Wilbur Parkinson gave a playful smile, "Except for the idiot who is still in the hospital, everyone is here."

"Wilbur! What the hell do you mean?!" screamed Karana, vice chairman of the Destiny Faction.

Havana Porter interrupted the bickering with a lack of interest: "Then let's get started."

Among a group of time travelers who usually keep a low profile, Virgil was leaning against the wall of the corridor with the Yama Sword in his arms. He seemed to notice something and gave a provocative smile to Dante who was staring at him.

Latan grabbed Dante's arm, whose eyes were red, and signaled him to calm down and not act rashly. At the same time, he took out a diary, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and recorded the unfamiliar faces that were easily overlooked one by one.

Being able to get such a complete list of time travelers, this night tour tonight is more than worth it.

Minamoto Kiyotaka stood in the crowd of conservatives and shook his head slightly at Dante, who was obviously in a bad mental state. He said nothing, but his hands had quietly grasped the samurai sword at his waist.

As long as Dante is determined to challenge Virgil, he will have no choice but to do so.

Dante took a deep breath of cold air and lowered his head without any expression.

At this time, the leaders of the four major time traveler factions gathered in front of the Silly Barnabas tapestry. Zheng Shilong, Havana, Wilbur and Siegfried looked at each other, walked slowly in an invisible circle, and whispered in a voice that everyone else could hear:

"We need a place where we can have a large-scale duel... We need a place where we can have a large-scale duel... We need a place where we can have a large-scale duel..."

After the three whispers, Latan immediately noticed that a large amount of magic power in the castle was gathering on the wall opposite the tapestry. A huge red copper double door quietly appeared, with four huge symbols embossed on it side by side.

They are the Great Comet representing the radicals, the Cross representing the Fatalists, the Mars representing the reformists, and the North Star representing the conservatives.

The four faction leaders stood in pairs in front of the towering door panels, and at the same time reached out and pressed on the astrological symbols representing each other. With the sound of heavy rollers, the door slowly opened.

Inside the gate was an extremely vast ancient Roman Colosseum. Everyone stood on rusty yellow sand, surrounded by towering stepped auditoriums. Stone statues carved into various ferocious beasts held up blazing braziers, illuminating this magical space brightly and magnificently.

Latan looked up at the tall dome of the Colosseum. Its height was even higher than the highest tower of the castle. It was truly the crystallization of ancient magic technology, able to create the Room of Requirement, a magic that even young wizards could easily master.

They made advanced magic convenient, and although it was not widely available, those ancient wizards could be regarded as scientists in the magic world.

Standing on the yellow sand, Siegfried smiled and asked, "Everyone, are we still following the old rules?"

"What else?" Wilbur waved his hands impatiently. "Four into two, two into one. Each faction picks four people, and two of them form the main team and the reserve team. Didn't we do it last year? What else is there to ask?"

Zheng Shilong lowered his eyes, a gleam of light in his eyes: "Then, the choice of opponent for the top four..."

"Same as last year." Havana held out her hand, the back of her hand facing up. "Black and white."

Just as the leaders were dividing into groups, Latan and other travelers went up to the audience seats of the Colosseum. The pencils in their hands never stopped recording the travelers' information. At the same time, they wrote to Tom in the notebook: "Good evening, Tom Marvolo Riddle, or should I call you... Lord Voldemort."

Tom was silent for a moment, then replied, "I knew I would be unable to hide it from you sooner or later, but I didn't expect that day to come so soon."

"Are you giving in?"

"You cast that spell on the ghosts long before the matriculation dinner. You should have felt it then, right? The moment you were hit by the killing curse."

Tom's handwriting was neat and respectful. "That was the extreme pain left when my original self used the Killing Curse to kill someone. He separated me from my body. From then on, I became an independent individual. Your spell contains a power that I cannot resist. I have become your loyal servant, Master."

Latan narrowed his eyes slightly. No wonder he felt that Tom's attitude had changed since he entered school. It turned out that it was because of the action of taming the ghosts that time, which brought about an unintentional effect.

"To be on the safe side, it is better to destroy you." The Red Lion wrote in pencil, "Otherwise you might take over my body like you did to Ginny in the original book."

Tom replied hastily, "Master, I already know the doomed tragic ending from the original book. How dare I still have the slightest thought of resistance? My stupid body will die if it wants to. What does it have to do with my Horcrux? Besides, your soul is not something that a humble servant like me dares to touch."

Latan's eyes narrowed: "What happened to my soul?"

"You don't know your own condition?" Tom wrote in astonishment. "Your soul is a mixture of two distinct qualities, both of which are so powerful that they are like—"

"…Latan, Latan!"

Zheng Shilong's shout made the Red Lion look up suddenly. The radical chairman glanced at the messy lines on the paper in confusion and said, "I've called you many times, why don't you reply? Don't just stand there. The first game is against the reformists. You and I will team up and go on the court. Get up and warm up."

Latan expressionlessly closed the diary in which Tom had scribbled out the conversation contents, pointed at Walnut who was sitting a few seats away, and said, "What about the vice chairman?"

"She..." Zheng Shilong glared at Hu Tao in dismay. Hu Tao shrank into a ball timidly. "She can't be relied on at all! You are more reliable. Don't be nervous when you face the chairman of the reformists. I will hold him back and you can deal with Dante."

Dante?

Latan turned his head sharply to look in the direction of the half-demon, only to see him standing in front of Wilbur Parkinson, who was patting his shoulders arrogantly. His face was blocked by his drooping white hair, and his expression could not be seen at all.

The radicals are fighting the reformists, which means the Fate of Destiny is fighting the conservatives. Now that the scattered soldiers have been hospitalized, the Fate of Destiny will definitely have Siegfried and Virgil on the field... I see, Dante, do you want to fight to the death with that time traveler?

Latan tightened his grip on the wand at his waist.

No, you are not ready yet, either in terms of strength or mental state!

Seeing the Red Lion's actions, Zheng Shilong's tone suddenly became dangerous: "What's wrong, Latan? Are you going to show mercy just because he's your friend?"

"...Of course not." Latan lowered his eyes that were gleaming with purple light, and said to the radical chairman word by word, "I will use all my strength to stop the reformists at the stage of four to two."

Zheng Shilong nodded with relief: "There is still half a minute left, you should prepare yourself well."

After saying this, he sat cross-legged in the audience, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing every second.

Latan opened the diary again and wrote on the white pages: "What did you say my soul was like?"

"My Lord," Tom replied immediately, "your soul is like a fusion of gods and demons. Even if I dare not guess, I cannot predict whether you will become a god or a demon king in the end."

Gods...and demons?

Latan frowned, thinking.

Marennia once said that she was a demigod like me, which could explain the origin of the "god" in her soul to a certain extent. But where did this "devil" part come from?

Is it the ever-changing existence glimpsed by the forged giant steel, or the phantom of the golden claw that appears when calling the King of Kings? Or is it something else...

It is necessary to write a letter to Gregorovitch. That old man must know more than I do.

As the war drums were beaten by magic, Latan stood up silently and walked to the center of the Colosseum with Zheng Shilong to face Dante, who had become his opponent.

"Life or death?" Wilbur laughed.

Zheng Shilong holds his sword horizontally and says loudly: "Life and death are your own responsibility!"

Beside Wilbur, Dante tightly grasped the Rebellion Greatsword, his knuckles turning white, and growled, "Don't try to stop me..."

“Then use all your strength!” Latan crossed his arms, his red hair standing up in anger, and roared like a lion in front of his friends’ surprised gazes, “Let me test whether you are qualified for revenge!”

As their eyes met, it seemed as if a silent horn was blown.

Zheng Shilong took the lead and roared to the sky. Six silver hairs flew out of his mouth. They grew longer in the wind and turned into six sharp flying swords. He waved his hand and shot them towards Wilbur. He used all his strength without reservation and vowed to shoot through the opponent's body!

"Well done!"

Wilbur laughed wildly, and a black hammer appeared on the back of his left hand. The handle was about half a foot long, like a miniature casting hammer. However, its black surface was covered with a special light, and a faint pattern was coiled around the hammer head.

The next moment, Latan heard Wilbur yelling, "Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique!"

Why do you have to shout out the names of the moves?

Latan got goose bumps all over his body, and saw Wilbur swinging the hammer like a whirlwind. The collision between the hammer head and the blade of the flying sword produced a burst of sparks. Every collision made his hammer blow more powerful than the last. For a moment, none of the six flying swords could get close!

This... isn't this just spinning in circles with a hammer?

The red lion's cheeks twitched and his scalp went numb with embarrassment, but fortunately Dante raised his sword and stepped on the ground in time, aiming the tip of the sword at Latan's chest, and rushed forward with a breath!

"Yeah!"

This is right.

Facing the rebellious greatsword stabbing at him head-on, Latan smiled with relief, his eyes suddenly widened, the magnetic field emblem ignited on his chest, and deep purple lightning burst out all over his body!

Gravity magic·anti-gravity field!

Deep purple arcs of electricity poured out radially, striking heavily on the yellow sand on the ground, forming a perfect flat circle around Latan. As soon as Dante rushed into this range, his body flew into the air uncontrollably, looking at the red lion with his arms around his chest.

"This is not a sparring match." Latarn calmly looked at Dante, who had nowhere to put his hands and feet, "Show me your full strength, otherwise... you will die."

Dante's face darkened, but Latan didn't give him any chance to refute!

Gravity Magic: Knife Mountain Hell!

The yellow sand under his feet was compressed into a sharp cone by dozens of gravity ropes, piercing Dante's body from bottom to top! The half-demon immediately put away his sword and drew his gun. Ebony and white ivory gunfire flashed continuously, blasting the materialized mountain of swords into pieces!

At the same time, a crimson magic circle appeared under Dante's feet. He rushed towards Latan as if he was stepping on solid ground, raised the rebellious sword above his head, and slashed down at the red lion's head!

"Don't block my way!"

Just as the sword was about to strike him, purple light flashed in Latan's eyes, and the upward direction of gravity on his body suddenly reversed!

Gravity magic·five times gravity field!

It was as if an invisible mountain fell on Dante. He fell directly from the air onto the hard yellow sand on the ground, and he could hardly move even a finger!

"With your current weak strength, why should I believe that you can defeat Virgil?"

Latan hadn't even moved a step from the beginning to now. His lion-like eyes ruthlessly looked down at the struggling Dante: "You think you are worthy of revenge? Don't make me laugh!"

Gravity magic·ten times gravity field!

Purple lightning danced wildly, even the air seemed to be distorted. Dante, who had managed to hold up his body with great difficulty, was instantly crushed down. His cheeks pressed against the ground, and his subcutaneous blood vessels burst one after another. He looked extremely horrifying!

But the half demon blood in his body made him still sober. Dante climbed up from the ground inch by inch with the rebel sword and shouted: "That time traveler! He took over my brother's body! He killed my mother! Only I can defeat him! Only I can get revenge!"

"What do you want to express? Family love? Brotherly love? Or some other bond?" Latan crossed his arms tightly across his chest, his right eye stinging and dimming. He said indifferently, "You don't think these disgusting things can enhance your strength, do you? I have told you so many times that knowledge is power!"

Gravity magic: rain of shrapnel!

Large clumps of yellow sand floated into the air, mixed with tiny trace amounts of metal. In the gravitational field constrained into a tube, they instantly accelerated to the point of breaking the sound barrier. Countless scorching gravel slammed into Dante's chest!

Blood spurted out of Dante's mouth, and he was instantly crushed into black and red crystals in the gravity field. Countless tiny blood holes were blasted on his chest, running through from front to back. He flew backwards, plowing a deep trench in the yellow sand, and hit the high wall below the audience seats heavily!

There was a loud bang that made one's scalp tingle, and the high wall shattered into thousands of spider-web-like cracks, and the rubble and bricks flew everywhere, dragging dust with them. Dante, who was in the center of the wall, had no idea how many bones were broken. He sat on the ground with his head hung down like a broken puppet, and blood was gushing out of the wound on his chest.

Minamoto Kiyotaka threw himself on the guardrail of the audience seats, ignoring the pulling of other conservative time travelers behind him, and shouted: "Dante! Latan, you bastard!"

Facing Minamoto Kiyotaka's roar, Latan turned around indifferently and looked at Zheng Shilong and Wilbur whose battle was getting fierce.

I'm sorry, my friend... I can't just watch you die.

I'll take care of Virgil. Before that, you should get some good sleep.

The magical fluctuations coming from behind made Latan's pupils shrink. He suddenly pulled out a tungsten alloy wand from his waist and swung it at the dark silver sword that was swinging behind him. A large ball of dazzling sparks exploded instantly!

But what is brighter than the sparks is the pair of determined light green eyes under Dante's white hair!

"The dance isn't over yet, man!"

He stepped on the crimson magic array, held the ebony in his left hand and fired several shots at Latan's face. At the same time, he vigorously turned the hilt of the rebellious greatsword, causing the narrow blade to spin violently around the tungsten alloy magic wand!

Latan had to control the gravity rope to deflect the bullet, and the dark silver blade took this opportunity to cut deeply into the red lion's shoulder, spurting a large amount of hot blood plasma along the sword!