My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Latan roared through the clouds, purple lightning bursting between his hair, and the diffusing airflow left a long trail behind him. The earth turned into a mottled carpet beneath his body, and the mountains, rivers and rivers were left behind in an instant.

Anyone who sees him now will think they are seeing a superhero from an American comic book, except for one thing that is a little unusual...

That is, this superhero flies while sitting on a folding stool.

The Folding Stool Man makes his grand appearance!

Latan is not doing this randomly. According to the book "Fundamentals of Electromagnetic Force", electric current generates a magnetic field, which produces attraction on metal objects. Through instantaneous discharge, the giant steel folding stool under his buttocks gets a huge acceleration.

Its basic principle is the same as the famous electromagnetic gun.

This flying method is not only incredibly fast, but also can change direction at will by manipulating the magnetic field, even sharp-angle turns are no problem!

The only drawback is that you can’t bring anyone with you.

Electromagnetic acceleration will generate more than 20 times the G-force, and this value will rise to a terrifying 40 times when changing direction. Even the best fighter pilot in the world will become a ball of paste evenly spread on the seat.

However, Latan was able to rely on his demigod body to resist the G-force, and even had enough time to learn map surveying technology during the flight, draw maps of the areas affected by the warm snow, learn potions, alchemy, mechanical design, biotechnology and basic pathology, use the refining furnace to make Muggle-style clothes, new magic armor and arrows for the Lion Bow, and do not forget to cultivate the Qi and blood circulation in his body.

The multi-threaded thinking mode allows him to run multiple completely different programs at the same time like a sophisticated computer without any errors, and instead makes his brain feel more relaxed.

It's like a bird finally learning to fly, or a fish breaking free from the confines of a glass tank, its talent being fully released.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark. Latan looked down at the ground through the clouds and saw city lights spreading like a spider web, from Glasgow in the north of England to Manchester in the middle of England, and then to Birmingham, 190 kilometers northwest of London.

Cities are like islands of light floating on a sea of ​​darkness, refuges carved out by humans from the ruthless hands of nature.

Only now, the city is no longer safe.

Latan had already climbed above the clouds, but warm snow was still falling continuously from the deep blue sky above him. This white virus that causes mutations seemed to come from the starry sky, a curse from an existence beyond the boundaries of mortal reason.

That is... God!

Latarn was flying over Oxfordshire at the moment, less than a hundred kilometers from London. The fires and red and blue alternating police lights in the city below made him frown, which meant that the influence of the warm snow had begun to spread from London to the surrounding areas!

To cure those infected by Nuanxue, one must use something equivalent to defeating the gods from outer space. Potions and medical treatments may alleviate the death and mutation of the infected, but they cannot eliminate the white curse from the root.

There is another way, to kill the summoner of Warm Snow - Karana Avery!

But now there are two difficult problems facing Latan.

Firstly, as one of the twenty-eight holy pure-blood clans, the Avery family's address was strictly protected by magic. Unless information could be tortured out of a confidential person who knew the address, even if one stood at the door of the Avery family's house, one would not be able to see the existence of the mansion.

Secondly, as long as Siegfried and Kalanna still had some basic intelligence, they would definitely not stay in the family mansion waiting for Latan to come to them. Maybe they have left Britain and are hiding in some unknown corner of the world.

Latan hovered over London, put the folding stool into the large metal-bound book - "The Book of Magnus", and looked up at the dark sky above his head with his star-like eyes.

Since I can’t find anyone...then kill God!

Completely resolve this divine disaster from the root cause.

To accomplish this, two things are needed: weapons powerful enough to kill gods, and a path to the divine realm. Neither of these two is indispensable.

Latan looked at the complicated and complex design in the Book of Magnus and whispered, "I will prove that it is not humans who need gods, but gods who need believers..."

He took off his plain wizard robe and put on a black windbreaker made from a forging furnace. He wore a short dragon leather cape that reached his elbows around his shoulders and landed directly in front of the Leaky Cauldron from the air.

The streets of London were littered with garbage, broken window glass and congealed blood, and the cars that crashed into each other turned into shocking piles of charred wreckage.

Some buildings had their doors and windows blocked with wooden boards and furniture, while others were deserted in the attacks of the infected, leaving only broken door panels creaking in the evening breeze, mourning the tragedy that had occurred not long ago.

Apart from the moving corpses of the infected, there were no traces of living people on the streets.

As soon as Latan landed, he felt a mixture of fear and strange gazes from the surrounding buildings.

The Muggles were wondering why someone could fall from the sky so lightly, and they were also afraid that this huge red-haired man was some new type of infected person who would cause harm to them.

The infected people reacted even more violently. They were originally wandering aimlessly on the streets, but when they smelled fresh flesh and blood, they immediately let out wild beast-like roars, swung their deformed and hideous limbs, and ran wildly from all directions towards the direction of the red lion in twisted and weird postures!

Latan understood the reasons why these ordinary people were afraid, and he could not force these disaster-stricken people to trust him, a suspicious person. The only thing he could do for them was...

Gravity magic: fifty times gravity field!

The magnetic field emblem lit up magnificently, and Latan opened his five fingers towards the infected people rushing towards him, then turned his hands and pressed them down!

Purple lightning flashed and the air twisted!

Thick electric arcs spread along the ground to the entire street. The bones in the infected people's bodies made crisp crackling sounds. Large chunks of flesh and blood fell off from their deformed bodies. The wreckage of cars screamed of metal fatigue and were crushed deeply into the asphalt road along with the corpses!

When the purple light faded, the entire street had completely turned into a bloody killing field. Broken bones and flesh filled every inch of the ground. The strong smell of blood rose up, which was extremely horrifying.

Hopefully this will improve your chances of survival...

Latan took one last look at the ordinary people hiding in the building, his eyes full of worry and anxiety. Finally, he turned around resolutely and pushed open the magically closed door of the Leaky Cauldron.

The sudden visitor startled the wizards in the bar. They stood up suddenly and drew their wands, knocking over the chairs under them with a series of loud ping-pong noises.

“I am not infected.”

Latan said, holding onto the door lintel, bending down and entering the bar, raising his hands to show that he meant no harm, and looking at the wizards whose faces were covered with scarves and broomstick goggles, but still unable to hide their fatigue and nervousness: "I brought news and assistance from Hogwarts."

A short wizard yelled nervously: "How do you prove that you are not infected?! You didn't even cover your face!"

"It's very simple." Latan raised his hand expressionlessly.

Gravity magic: ten times repulsion field!

Deep purple lightning burst out from the floor, knocking the wands of everyone present from bottom to top, pressing them tightly against the ceiling, and the offensive and defensive momentum was instantly reversed.

"If I wanted to kill you, it would only be a thought." Latan still raised his hands and explained patiently, "And the fact that you are still breathing now is enough to prove that I have no ill will towards you at least."

The dancing arcs suddenly disappeared, and the wands fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The dumbfounded wizards hurriedly caught them, and there was a bit more fear in their eyes when they looked at Latan.

Latan slowly put down his hand and closed the door. He lowered his head to avoid hitting the oil lamp on the ceiling and looked down at everyone calmly: "Now, tell me, where is Old Tom?"

"Here I am, Mr. Magnus," the wizened barkeeper poked his head out from behind the counter and asked hopefully, "You said you had news from Hogwarts. Did Professor Dumbledore send you to rescue us?"

Latan did not answer, but untied the Book of Magnus from the chain around his waist, poured out the thirty gas masks and air filters that had been prepared in advance from the pages of the book, and piled them on the floor.

"Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you all, please never give up hope, and don't lose your humanity because of the disaster. Hogwarts will not give up any wizard who still has a conscience. The rescue operation will be launched soon. Please stick to the bottom line and don't commit crimes."

"What about the Ministry of Magic?!" a witch who looked like a flamingo shouted, "We are all law-abiding citizens who pay taxes on time. Shouldn't the Ministry of Magic send Aurors to solve this crisis?!"

Another wizard said sarcastically, "Don't be silly, Victoria. The masters of the Ministry of Magic are busy licking the asses of the pure-blood families. How can they have the time to care about us ordinary people?"

"Those idiots should at least fix the Floo Network!" someone roared.

"My child is infected!" A woman broke down and cried, with empty wine bottles on the table in front of her. "He just turned three! My heart is broken!"

The crying aroused the emotions of more people. The complaints and sobs one after another intertwined into an atmosphere of panic. No one knew whether they could see their loved ones again, and no one knew where the future would lead.

Latan remained silent. He found that whatever he said at this moment seemed pale and powerless, and any guarantee without any evidence would only have the opposite effect.

Only by speeding up the pace, implementing the plan written in the Book of Magnus, and using concrete actions to calm people's hearts.

He pulled Old Tom aside, handed the radio station engraved with magic runes to the bar owner, and solemnly reminded him: "If there is any emergency, contact me immediately through it. I will come as quickly as possible."

"Mr. Magnus." Old Tom placed his palm on Latan's forearm. His toothless mouth leaked a little air, but his tone was firm. "You are still young. Take care of yourself first."

Latan pursed his lips, nodded seriously, turned around and went through the back door of the bar, and knocked lightly on the brick wall leading to Diagon Alley. As the bricks rolled and moved to both sides, Diagon Alley shrouded in night and flying snow came into view.

In stark contrast to its prosperity and bustle of the past, Diagon Alley was cold and quiet tonight. Every shop had its doors and windows tightly locked. The accumulated snow spread a layer of bleak white on the cobblestone ground. The only source of light in the entire alley came from the still open door of the tall, crooked white marble building.

Gringotts.

As Latan strode up the steps of the wizarding bank, he was met by two goblin guards wearing beak-shaped masks. Their scarlet uniforms stood out in the night.

The goblin holding a spear (which looked more like a fork to Latan) squinted his eyes flatteringly and said, "Sir, are you here to store your property?"

Latarn's heart was slightly moved. The last time he came to Gringotts, no guard asked such questions, and they did not deliberately guide guests to save money. This means...

"No, I'm here to withdraw money," Latan said expressionlessly.

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the goblin's face disappeared in an instant. The speed of his expression changed was shocking. He said in a gruff voice: "We have stopped processing withdrawals, wizard! You are not welcome here, go away!"