My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Latan unfolded his own folding stool and sat down in the audience seats. He turned the mechanism under the breastplate, and the black iron armor on his body lit up with dense runes from the inside out and retracted into the buckle of his belt.

After grinding the rejuvenation pill into powder, Latan applied it to the wounds on his chest and shoulders, and said to Zheng Shilong, who was standing respectfully beside him, "Since I have become the chairman of the radical faction, I will hand over the work."

First, we must obtain a complete list of travelers, and secondly, we must at least know whether the changes in the Forbidden Forest were the work of radicals...

"What's the job?" Zheng Shilong looked at Latan in confusion. "Chairman Magnus, you should have received the tasks assigned to you from the moment you became chairman."

Above... So that's how it is. The position of chairman is not just a nominal position chosen by the time travelers, but is closely related to the gods who created the system and the time travelers.

Latan's dead face remained calm. He extended his hand and gestured to the seat next to him: "Zheng Shilong, take a seat."

It was just a polite remark, but Zheng Shilong trembled unexpectedly and asked tremblingly: "Mr. Chairman, if I really sit down, you won't kill me, right?"

Is this guy mentally ill?

Latan complained in his heart, and said calmly: "I told you to sit down, so just sit down, don't talk nonsense."

Zheng Shilong swallowed hard and carefully moved his butt closer to the edge of the seat. Suddenly he saw Latarn grinning evilly: "Hey, are you really going to sit down?"

Instantly, Zheng Shilong screamed like a rubber duck, and jumped up like a spring, accidentally knocking Hu Tao off the front row. He waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't kill me... Don't kill me..."

"Just a little joke to liven up the atmosphere." Latan crossed his fingers and pressed them against his slightly raised lips. "When did you become the chairman of the radical faction?"

Zheng Shilong half-bent his body awkwardly, neither sitting nor standing, and said, "It has been like this since I first crossed over."

"Isn't this enough?"

Hearing this answer, Latan was certain in his heart, and began to use the rhetoric skills he learned from books: "Since you can become the leader of the radical faction of Hogwarts School, it means that you must have something extraordinary. The task assigned to you must not be easy to complete. To be honest, I also have my own tasks, but can I just watch your previous efforts go to waste?"

Start by praising, then show understanding, and finally acknowledge previous contributions and signal a willingness to help.

The most important thing is that these words will not conflict with Zheng Shilong's cognition, nor will they expose the secret that he is not a time traveler. At the same time, they can also lead to future reforms of the radicals.

This is the art of language, making everything so logical.

It is good to read more books (poking the temple).

Zheng Shilong frowned and said in surprise: "You... don't intend to sideline me?"

As the saying goes, a new official has three things to do when he takes office. After Zheng Shilong had to give up the position of chairman, he had already prepared himself mentally to be completely marginalized. He never expected that the new leader would be so reasonable and not at all the inhumane leader he had imagined.

"Why should I cut off my arm?" Latan put his hand on Zheng Shilong's shoulder and said earnestly, "We should create brilliance together and make the radical faction bigger and stronger. Now tell me what your mission is, and I will fully cooperate."

The psychological contrast from being marginalized to being reused is enough to rekindle the fire in the heart of any abdicated ruler.

Latan saw the gratitude in Zheng Shilong's eyes without any surprise, and heard the information rolling out of his mouth: "Chairman, the task assigned to me by the higher-ups is to unify the British wizarding world!"

After saying this, he looked at Latan with an expectant look, as if this was a great responsibility.

Latan, who was waiting for the next words, was stunned for a moment: "That's it? That's all?"

Even Voldemort did the same thing five years later, so how could the radicals’ goals be so small?

"Chairman, don't think this is a simple matter. We have to compete with time travelers from all over the UK!" Zheng Shilong quickly added.

"Alas..." Latan stroked his hair and looked at Zheng Shilong with disappointment. "Your ambition is too small. You call yourself a radical. You might as well live a peaceful life with the conservatives."

"Hey!" Havana turned around from the front row and shouted in dissatisfaction, "I'm listening to everything!"

Latarn ignored her and continued, "Well, I won't ask too much of you. First of all, I need to keep track of the movements of all the travelers in the castle. I need to be the first to know what they want to do, what they are going to do, and what they are planning to do."

Zheng Shilong looked embarrassed: "I'm afraid..."

"Are you having difficulties? It's okay. I will provide the necessary technical support." Latan gently patted Zheng Shilong's shoulder, "Thanks to the refining furnace you provided, I can now be considered your exclusive craftsman."

Zheng Shilong was shocked. Could it be that his little trick was seen through? And it was by this crazy guy!

When he thought of the methods used by those crazy people in "Sea Tiger", a thin layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on his back, and he said shamelessly: "How dare I trouble you..."

"What? Are you planning to sideline me?" Latarn's tone was calm, but Zheng Shilong trembled all over. "As the chairman, the affairs of the radicals are my business. Give me the list of names, and gather here tomorrow night."

Tomorrow night? Here?

Zheng Shilong was stunned at first, then he was overjoyed, which meant that Magnetic Field Crazy Man was absolutely sure of winning the final victory in this battle!

Just as he was hurriedly handing over matters to Latan, in the center of the Colosseum, Yuan Qinglong and Lin Youdao faced a man and a woman from the Destiny Faction.

Minamoto Kiyotaka bowed out of respect for his opponent, and before he stood up, he heard the dark brown-haired boy opposite him say, "Haruto Soma, she is Next. This is an unnecessary battle, I ask you to admit defeat immediately, it will be better for both of us."

The girl named Nexter was thin and small, with a few sparse freckles on her cheeks. She looked pale and fragile. She spoke softly, but firmly and clearly: "I don't want to see anyone get hurt anymore..."

"Oh my, I have my life to save, so it's hard to fulfill your request." Lin Youdao put his hands into his sleeves with a smile, turned his head and shouted to Havana in the audience, "Big sister, what do you mean?"

Havana held her cheek and said with a lack of interest, "Although I am not interested in the Room of Requirement, the higher-ups will not allow me to slack off like this... Go ahead, just fool around for a while, don't go too far."

"It seems there is no other way." Lin Youdao nodded to Haruto and Nexter with a smile, "My benefactor, I am honored."

(Note: When a Taoist priest calls a layman, he is also calling him a donor.)

Yuan Qinglong didn't even have time to react before Lin Youdao suddenly raised his hands from his sleeves. Hundreds of ochre-yellow talisman papers painted with cinnabar shot out from the wide cuffs of his Taoist robe, burning out of thin air and flashing with lightning!

Five thunder rectification!

Hundreds of lightning bolts fell from the void, densely blocking the space around Haruto and Nexter to move. A cruel look appeared in Lin Youdao's smiling eyes. He was totally a smiling tiger!

And at the moment when the thunder struck, Haruto quickly put on a topaz ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and pressed it hard on the palm-shaped belt buckle, causing a series of sounds with heavy echoes to come out from the belt!

"Driver On, Please!"

"Land, Please!"

"DoDoDo! DoDoDo! DoDoDo!"

"Kamen Rider Wizard! Land Style!"

A crimson magic circle wrapped in yellow light rose from under Haruto's feet, and he was instantly wrapped in a black tight-fitting undergarment. A leather-textured skirt hung from his waist, and his breastplate and head were covered with layers of armor carved from topaz!

Kamen Rider Wuqi, earth style!

Minamoto Kiyotaka was slightly stunned. Why did this belt's Japanese accent sound heavier than his?

And... is this Kamen Rider? But why is the transformation so fancy? And the belt can actually talk, it's really noisy.

(Note: The Kamen Rider series started in 1971, and Kamen Rider Shin was broadcast in 1992, which was still in the Showa period.)

After completing the transformation, Haruto swept the topaz ring on his left hand across the buckle on his palm as quickly as possible, and a thick yellow light bloomed from the depths of the ring.

"Defend, please!"

A huge magic circle unfolded under his feet, and the yellow sand turned into solid rock and soil, completely enveloping him and Nexter in a hemispherical shape!

The Five Thunder Talismans blasted cracks in the rock and soil barrier, raising thick smoke and dust. Although it was on the verge of collapsing, it stubbornly persisted thanks to the constant supply of magic power from the magic circle!

When the lightning dissipated, the smoke and dust subsided, and the rock and soil barrier collapsed into yellow sand again, Haruto stood in front of Nexter and said to Lin Youdao solemnly: "The Tongtian Talisman of the Eight Wonders, you are from the Zhengyi Sect of the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain."

"I've been discovered." Lin Youdao kept smiling, "The old Taoist thought I was too naughty, so he asked Dumbledore to bring me here during the last Luotian Dajiao. Don't be afraid, you two, I still have a lot of talismans."

Just as he finished speaking, a few pieces of ochre-yellow talisman paper sneaked out from the gravel at Haruto's feet, with cinnabar divine light shining brightly on them, spewing raging fire at the witch knight!

Bing Ding Divine Fire Talisman!

At such a close distance, Haruto could only push Nexter away violently. The thin girl stumbled and fell to the ground, her palms and knees were rubbed and bleeding. He took off the ruby ​​ring from the ring strap on the side of his waist and put it on his hand.

"Flame, please!"

"Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!!!"

"Fire Style!"

The square yellow cheeks turned into round rubies, and the heavy topaz breastplate turned into a bright red armor that fits the body better. Haruto crouched in the blazing flames and shouted, "Come on, it's Showtime!"

A bright red magic circle unfolded under his feet, and all the Bingding divine fire was absorbed by it. His hands, which were spread like wings, clenched into fists, and he stepped on the ground and flew into the air. His right foot, which was wrapped in flowing fire, aimed at Lin Youdao's body and gave a fierce flying kick!

Strike Wizard!

“If I remember correctly, the destructive force of your kick is as much as 21 tons, right?” Lin Youdao smiled and raised his sword finger, “My small body can’t bear it!”

The sword finger was raised diagonally, and the wooden sword on Lin Youdao's back flew out of the sheath. The sword body was surrounded by clear light, and the blunt tip of the sword shot straight at the soles of Haruto's feet. When the two collided, a strong light burst out, and the wooden sword and the witch knight flipped out at the same time!

Haruto landed on the ground swiftly, looked at the wooden sword in Lin Youdao's hand that was not damaged at all, and asked solemnly: "What kind of sword is this?"

Lin Youdao chuckled and said, "It's just a bunch of rotten wood, that's all - Ouch!"

The wooden sword in his hand suddenly flipped up, and he hit him hard on the forehead with the sword blade. The light on its surface flashed at an extremely high frequency, making bursts of sword chants.

Lin Youdao obviously understood. He covered the red mark on his head and said aggrievedly, "Didn't you tell me to be low-key? What could be more low-key than rotten wood?"