My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

The Storm Bolter manufactured by Latan is very different in shape from any conventionally defined "firearm". It is fixed directly on the left forearm with a titanium alloy guard ring, presenting a large and heavy rectangular box body, like a small arm shield.

Since the required ammunition has not yet been produced, the internal mechanical structure of this prototype has also been highly magicalized, requiring the user to inject his own magic power into it to activate the magic runes, condensing it into a magic projectile between reality and fantasy in the miniature array.

This projectile can be fired almost infinitely, with the only drawback being that its destructive power is entirely dependent on the strength of the user's magicka.

Maybe it can't even penetrate a piece of parchment, or maybe it can... penetrate the stars!

So, at this moment, when Latan raised the parallel double muzzles of the Storm-type grenade launcher, all the time travelers felt the cold fingers of death passing through their throats, and goose bumps appeared all over their bodies!

A strong premonition told them that as soon as the red-haired giant started shooting, they would all die!

"and many more!"

Havana Porter, the chairman of the Conservative Party, took a step forward and opened her arms to block the time travelers. She looked determined and spoke very quickly: "I know how to cure people infected by Warm Snow! But if you kill any of my companions, the answer will become a secret in my stomach forever!"

Latan showed his clenched teeth. His hoarse voice was like a strong wind blowing through a stalactite cave. He spat out cold words from between his teeth: "Don't worry, I will taste your brain. Every neuron and every drop of brain matter will not be spared."

Elena, who was wearing red-framed glasses, was sweating all over her face. She stared at the muzzle of the Storm Bolter nervously: "Are you kidding me? You are definitely kidding me!"

"I'm sorry, but he's serious. I'm serious too."

The low metallic echo was mixed with a clear smile. The travelers turned their heads in astonishment and saw two silver-gray metal giants over two and a half meters tall appearing beside Zheng Shilong at some point. The emblems of Dragon Feast and Holy Blood shone brightly in the setting sun.

Minamoto Kiyotaka wears a silver helmet and holds a halberd made of steel and mithril in both hands. Its cross-shaped guard and single-edged silver blade emit a magical glow all the time. Six hundred and sixty-six spells are written on the parchment wrapped around the handle, forming its true name "Goddess of Vengeance".

Zheng Shilong had a cold and stern face, with six spiritual swords wrapped in charred and burning patterns floating behind him. This set of Taoist soldiers reshaped by Magnus aimed the tips of the swords at the time travelers, ready to go.

Dante held the Rebellion Great Sword in his left hand, and in his right hand he held a larger, heavier sword with a blade that emitted a blue glow due to lightning. It was called "Fear of Divine Punishment". He faced the gazes of the travelers and shouted, "State dritti! Voi maiali! (Italian: Stand up straight! You pigs!)"

Havana was very anxious and shouted to Latan: "You can't--"

"I can." Latan slowly raised his right hand, ready to give the order to massacre at any time, "I've had enough of you Schweine (German: idiots) who act recklessly. The world does not need systems and gods, and Hogwarts does not need you even more!"

"But I know a cure for the infected! Isn't that what you need—"

Latan's palm fell like a guillotine, cutting off Havana's arguments, and the hard word rolled off the tip of his tongue, resounding: "T?ten (kill)."

"stop!!!"

As soon as Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka took a step forward, they heard an old man's loud shout from among the travelers. In the astonished eyes of the crowd, an ordinary boy pulled out a multi-sectioned magic wand from his arms. His thin figure swelled up like an inflated ball, his thick white beard cascaded down from his chin like a waterfall, and his amazingly blue eyes were still sharp even without glasses.

It's Albus Dumbledore!

He used the Polyjuice Potion to acquire the appearance of a time traveler, sneaked into the gathering, and chose to stand on the opposite side of Latan at this moment, looking directly into the eyes of the Red Lion without retreating: "My mission for you is to supervise the time travelers, not to kill them!"

Wilbur, the chairman of the Reform Party, exclaimed: "How do you know we are——"

Havana stabbed him viciously: "If you don't want to die, shut up, you idiot!"

Latan frowned, feeling a pang of betrayal in his heart, and asked his respected principal, "You want to protect them?"

"It's not what I want to do, but Hogwarts needs time travelers right now."

Professor Dumbledore put his hands down and changed his tone to a gentler one. "Latan, you are a smart boy. You must know how much impact it will have on the nervous students if so many people disappear for no reason. This will cause everyone to panic and chaos, which is not conducive to maintaining order.

"And you also know how many ferocious beasts the Mad Dragon virus has created in the Forbidden Forest. We need these people now, and we need to rely on the systems and abilities of the time travelers. Build a defense line between the Forbidden Forest and the castle to allow more ordinary people and students to survive this crisis.

"Latan, you can understand this, right?"

Professor Dumbledore looked at Latarn with affection, and the time travelers focused their pleading gazes on the red lion's cold and hard face, their eyes full of desire for life.

Dante had just opened his mouth to shout "Brother" when Minamoto Kiyotaka poked him in the head with the long handle of his halberd. The half-breed, like Zheng Shilong, stared nervously at General Shattering Star, who had the power to make the decision.

Ratan looked up at Professor Dumbledore, who was standing on the highest point of the sand dune and surrounded by travelers. His dark pupils could not hide his disappointment and contempt. His raised left arm did not move at all, just like his calm tone: "Of course I understand - you chose to succumb to them."

"This is not surrender, child." Professor Dumbledore's voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the fierce wind in the red sand desert. "This is for the benefit of more people, for the greater good."

"When your sister died, Grindelwald must have thought the same thing, right?" Latan slowly lowered his left arm, not looking at the headmaster's suddenly stiff face, stood up and walked down the hill covered with the red lion flag, waved his hand to raise gravity lightning, and lifted the flag that exuded a strong smell of blood.

The moment they saw those things, Haruto gasped loudly, Wilbur's face turned green, Elena covered her mouth tightly, and Professor Dumbledore's cheek twitched.

The corpses, the corpses of the goblins, and the corpses of the radical time travelers, were all stripped naked and piled up like dead pigs. The goblins had a large hole on their chests that went through them from front to back, and the time travelers looked as if they had been torn apart alive by wild beasts, and those faces that were still intact all showed signs of shock and fear.

These time travelers, as members of the Red Lion Knights, showed cowardly behavior in the Giant Halberd Dragon Massacre. Except for Zheng Shilong and Hu Tao, all of them were eliminated by Latan himself.

"Sir, please stand aside." Ratan said politely to Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore was about to say something when two huge, hard hands grabbed his shoulders. Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka looked down at their headmaster through the fierce eyepieces of their helmets and pulled the old man out from the group of time travelers without saying a word.

Facing the red-haired giant's ruthless gaze, Havana asked in a trembling voice: "What do you want to do?"

"You want to live? No problem." Ratan hooked his fingers, and fifteen black spears stuck upside down in the gravel floated up, with the spear tips wrapped with gravity lightning pointing directly at the traversers. "Now, take off your clothes, leaving nothing behind."

The time travelers looked at each other, unable to believe their ears for a moment.

Ratan grinned and suddenly waved his hand. A spear shot out and nailed one of the reformists named Rudius to death on the sand dune. Amid the blood and screams, he shouted: "Ausziehen! Ihr Schweine! (German: Take off your clothes! You pigs!)"

The fear of death instantly overwhelmed the shame. Wilbur desperately unbuttoned his clothes while shouting, "Take it off! Take it off!" As pieces of clothes fell to the ground one by one, the traversers on the sand dunes were naked. Except that they would subconsciously cover their private parts, they looked no different from the corpses at the bottom of the pit.

Havana blushed and gritted her teeth and said, "What on earth do you want to do?!"

Ratan raised his Storm Bolter indifferently and said to the silent travelers: "Kneel down, crawl over, kiss my feet, and then eat these corpses. Do this, and you will live."

"This is inhumane!" Professor Dumbledore shouted in horror. He was completely shocked by Latarn's actions. He shook his head desperately to resist what was happening before his eyes.

"You are wrong, sir. The time travelers are not human beings, but a group of dirty and lowly pigs." Latan said calmly, "Pigs should live their lives like pigs. Before I count to three, you must crawl over here... three."

The storm-type grenade launcher spewed out a foot-long flame, and dazzling magic light bullets poured out, as if God had swung down a long whip of punishment, and in an instant, the five traversers were blasted into minced meat!

The other travelers screamed and fell to the ground. The light bullets passed by their backs, bringing piercing pain and the stench of burnt flesh, forcing them to paddle their hands and feet desperately, running on all fours to the feet of the red-haired giant like a group of uncivilized beasts, eager to touch the shiny uppers of his leather shoes with their lips.

As long as you can survive, what does dignity matter?

Latan looked down at the human-shaped pigs and called out, "Colin, record their heroic deeds."

"We've been prepared for this!" Colin emerged from behind the pile of corpses, holding a camera that had been transformed into a magic camera. He had no good feelings towards these travelers who were likely to put his parents and brother in danger, and said sarcastically, "Everyone, look at the camera and smile."

Professor Dumbledore was almost blinded by the camera flash. He looked at Colin with astonishment and said to Latarn: "Did you expect that I would stop you?!"

"This is the simplest logical reasoning, sir." Latan pointed his bolter at the heads of the travelers, "Eat the corpses until your stomachs are about to explode. Doesn't the system like you to do these things that harm others and benefit yourself the most? Eat them!"

Zheng Shilong rushed down the sand dune quickly, and the six spiritual swords pierced the white buttocks of the crowd, leaving bloody marks. He waved the ancient bronze sword like a pig herder and shouted hoarsely: "Do as I say! You bunch of beasts! Eat quickly!"

"Enough!" Havana stood up with tears of humiliation in her eyes, "We are human beings! Not animals!"

Latan kicked her flat belly, causing the traverser to curl up on the ground in pain like a shrimp, vomiting a mixture of vomit and blood. He said coldly: "From the moment you cooperated with Siegfried, you should be prepared to be treated like an animal by me."

Havana raised her head from the vomit and said in astonishment: "You...how do you know..."

"Of course I'll report it to you." The fat ghost monk of Hufflepuff emerged from the gravel, his amiable fat face showing a rare look of anger. "I'm really disappointed that the loyal Badger House has produced a traitor like you who brings danger to your classmates!"

Ratan turned his head and glanced at Professor Dumbledore, whose lips were slightly open. Knowing that his secondary goal of destroying the impression of the time traveler in the headmaster's mind had been achieved, he calmly tore off a goblin's arm from the pile of corpses, dipped it in vomit, and placed it in front of Havana.