My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

"Leon, my good brother, can you help me exterminate the travelers?"

"That is not my job, Magnus. And if you need my help with something like this, you'd better dig out your other eye."

"So what can you do?"

"I can..." The golden-maned lion gradually turned into a misty phantom, and its huge claws sank into Latan's flesh and bones, reaching deep into his soul. Only his upper body was left floating on the shoulders of the red-haired giant, leaving behind an illusion of rationality and wildness, with his forest green eyes hiding their brilliance.

"Keep your eyes on you."

A poor excuse for aging.

Latan did not say this out loud. He felt a heavy sense of decadence from Leon. The lion was no longer the cold judge in his memory.

I can no longer be the fool who pretends to be wise in Leon's memory.

Turning his gaze to Corax, the White-beaked Raven looked at the Scarlet King quietly, as if he already knew the question that Latan had not yet asked, "There are several other brothers."

"Where are they?"

"Some have returned to reality, while others are still drifting outside the realm. May the golden light guide their direction, and may the second chance given by their father be enough to make the rebels among them turn back again."

Latan tilted his head and looked at the literary Raven. "Communication between brothers does not require the assistance of rhetoric. You did not answer my question."

"Look around you, brother," Corax said. "Our brothers and sisters have risen again in this land where the Holy One was born. Indulge your will, relax your mind. Are they really so far away from you? Are you unaware of their presence?"

Latan looked at Alpharius in his lap and thought seriously, "Maybe I should tie your beak with a little twenty."

Marenia nodded in agreement, "Riddler, get out of Hogwarts."

"What does it have to do with me?" Alpharius's chest and neck flared like a cobra. "It's obviously him who has a literary disease!"

"Speaking of the Riddler." Corax appeared on top of Marenia's head without warning, and his silver claws dug the Valkyrie's red hair into a comfortable nest. "Magnus, do you know 'Gotham'?"

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Gotham City, New Jersey, Eastern United States.

At the top of Wayne Building, scarlet cloth poured down from above the gargoyle like blood, wrapping a skinny and pale figure. His extremely white skin and extremely black long hair made him look like a ghost heralding the midnight hour under the deep sky without stars or moon.

His sunken eyes, like black crystals, looked down at the feasting and revelry of Gotham City, as if wondering why this scene, which should have been quietly rotting in the holographic image of the Terra Museum, appeared so vividly at his bulging feet.

He tightened the cape he had snatched from a pervert who wore a tights outside his red underwear. The curly-haired demi-man was big and strong, but in front of him, who could peek into the future, he could hear no more than a deaf man or see more clearly than a blind man.

Playing with the pervert in tights, then stealing the cloak to wrap himself up, and then going to the roof of Wayne Building to think - this was the process he clearly saw from the prophecy.

The pale man did as he was told. He frowned his dull and sharp eyebrows, squatted on the ugly and dull head of the gargoyle, and held the deeply sunken cheeks with his claw-like slender fingers.

why?

Why give me a second chance?

What can I do with this second chance?

There is no answer.

Midnight Haunter never sighed, nor did he show weakness, but now that he was alone in this strange era, he couldn't help but think of his nominal "brothers".

If I could have a discussion with any of them, who would I choose?

The first thing that came to his mind was a broad smile that was deeper than obsidian. This smile made him shiver almost imperceptibly, and his bones seemed to ache again.

No, this guy may be a good guy, but he's just as dangerous as Hammer.

The second one was a face that was equally pale, with the same facial features and a similar outline as his, but there were not as many scars on the skin, and the eyes were not as resentful, but occasionally looked depressed.

No, that won't work. This guy talks like a riddle. It's better to choose Magnus than him.

Although this one-eyed man would use a fussy tone to tell you to be careful about what you see, at least he would provide help in a real sense.

But he just didn't like Magnus's know-it-all attitude.

Self-righteous arrogance will only make people annoying.

The Midnight Ghost let his thoughts run wild in his brain. His eyes, which were darker than the night, slowly drooped, staring at the two call girls who were talking and laughing, intentionally or unintentionally.

Packaged prostitutes are much more expensive than those who work on the street.

But they are just two lowly mortals.

He had seen their end. In one second, the wall across the street to their left would explode. In two seconds, some idiots with their heads in ridiculous hoods would rush out.

Just two lowly mortals—

Three seconds later, the leader of this group of idiots - the guy with a cut on the corner of his mouth - will be wrestling with another pervert in a tights dressed like a bat.

Just two lowly mortals...

Four seconds later, the clown's funny-looking long-barreled revolver will shoot at the bat pervert, an old-fashioned gunpowder-powered bullet so old that you can smell the smell of rot and maggots. The bullet will not hit the bat pervert, but will bounce on the shattered brick wall, the lamppost, and a shallow, dirty puddle of water.

Just two lowly mortals.

The bullet eventually penetrated the necks of the two call girls, hitting their aortas, and they died instantly without a doubt.

What were you thinking? Conrad Kurtz?! They were just two lowly mortals!

But... they... deserve a second chance too.

One second passed. Midnight Haunter leaped forward, shooting out from the roof of the Wayne Building, which was over 200 meters tall. His scarlet cape was like a sharp blade cutting through the night sky!

Two seconds passed. He was standing in front of the two call girls, waving his hands to push away the broken bricks and sharp stones that flew in the explosion, with movements no more violent than picking flowers in the garden.

Three seconds passed. He was not surprised to see the green-haired clown in a purple suit and the bat pervert tumbling out of the wall. The clown was losing ground, and the bat pervert consciously directed the opponent's gun towards himself instead of the crowd.

But he couldn't see through fate.

In the fourth second, just as the Midnight Haunter had seen, the Joker fired, the brass bullet bounced in the chaotic environment, and finally...

It was held in the air by two long, claw-like fingers.

"I will give everyone two chances. You have already used one." Midnight Haunter loosened his fingers, and the brass bullets with concave and deformed sides bounced lightly twice on the asphalt road, and were blown away by the strong wind caused by the pale shadow.

He grabbed the throats of the Joker and the Batman with both hands, and lifted the two criminals who disturbed the city high up. His jagged fangs reflected a cold light in the pupils of the two mortals, "Now, run for your lives."

He disappeared like a ghost, leaving behind only the dazed call girl, the dumbfounded clown, the frowning bat pervert, and a chuckle that was harsher than fingernails scratching a blackboard.

Hehe...

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Latan spent the entire morning walking through every corner of Hogwarts Castle inside and out. He even used high-frequency electromagnetic waves to detect the specific direction and depth of the Slytherin Chamber buried deep underground.

Then, he took the data to the lawn outside the castle. The body of the giant horned dragon was still lying there, but its skin, flesh, scales and teeth had been stripped clean, which looked particularly terrifying on this gloomy morning in England.

A little further away, near the forbidden forest, the travelers were building the skeleton of a high wall using the wood that Latan had cut down with his two colleagues that morning.

Of course, no magic is allowed.

A 30-meter-long log that had not been aired and had its bark unpeeled weighed dozens of tons. The travelers exerted all their strength, their faces flushed red, and the hemp rope used to pull it was tightly tied around their shoulders, rubbing their skin until it was bloody.

Only in this way can they move the wood inch by inch to the marked line. As for how to put it upright... I hope their little brains are smart enough.

Dante summoned the Holy Blood Magic Armor, and stood beside Perturabo, who had a stinky badger face, to supervise the traversers, while also guarding against attacks from the flying dragons and evil beasts in the Forbidden Forest.

There was no intention to lend a helping hand to the travelers.

Latan was almost certain that he saw a smile on Perturabo's face. He didn't know whether this twisted man had a deep love for beating the ashes or simply liked to see the time travelers suffer physical torture.

Maybe both?

Latan walked to Dante's side, watched the time travelers' work efficiency for a while, and said calmly: "If I don't see a complete defense wall foundation before sunset, you won't have to eat. When it's finished, you can eat."

The travelers looked up at the red lion in despair. Perturabo undoubtedly agreed, but he put on the most disdainful face. The badger's head was almost as long as that of the anteater, and it turned its face to an angle where it couldn't see Latarn.

Latan glanced at Perturabo: If this guy went to Tianjin Province, China to sell fried dough twists, he would undoubtedly become the richest man in the world. After all, no one is more twisted than him.

Just as the red lion was criticizing the badger, Haruto, the current chairman of the Destiny Faction, threw off the hemp rope on his shoulders and shouted at Ratan, who was standing with his hands behind his back: "A defensive wall made of stone and wood can't protect against those winged monsters!"

Latan nodded as a matter of course: "Yes."

"You deliberately made us do useless work!" Haruto's voice was loud, but his momentum gradually weakened, "You just want to torture us!"

Latan nodded confidently: "That's right."

"You——" Haruto was speechless for a moment.

"Have you said enough, pigs?" Dante pulled out the black and white guns from the holsters under his arms and grinned at the time travelers. "Whether your dinner today is a potato the size of your fist or a fist the size of a potato depends on whether these logs can stand up. Give me work! You lazy asses!"

"Don't be so sure, Dante. There are still many corpses of fairies left." Latan looked up at the sky. "From now until nine o'clock in the evening, there will be twenty seconds of rest time every hour. I think this is more than enough for those of you who have been selected by the system."

Anakin Skywalker quickly said, "What about those of us who don't have a system?"

Latarn stared at Anakin expressionlessly until the other shrank like a watermelon worm, then he said softly, "Would you like me to send you one, Mr. Skywalker?"

"No... no need..."

"A wise choice." Latan nodded slightly. "A time traveler is so extraordinary that he probably doesn't need to rest. From now on, until nine o'clock in the evening, construction work must not stop for a second. You should thank Mr. Skywalker, because he gave me a good reason."

The Red Lion smiled warmly at the grief-stricken Anakin, patted Dante's shoulder armor, and turned to walk towards the giant halberd dragon skeleton that stood between the defense wall and the castle.

It's obvious that from today on, Anakin will have no good days.

Only after Latan walked away did Perturabo, with a sullen face, turn around and stare gloomily at the back of the man with flaming red hair.

Latan came near the head of the giant stegosaurus.

Ever since swallowing the "War Dragon Jade" of the Giant Halberd Dragon, the Booming Tiger has been sleeping next to a ferocious skull of similar size to itself. The brown and yellow scales on its body, which were covered with blue tiger stripes, were now covered with a layer of dull yellow.

This is about to shed its skin.

Ratan was curious about why swallowing the heart stone of the Styracosaurus would trigger the transformation of the Booming Tiger. He did not disturb the Exploding Tiger's sleep, but sat down next to the Styracosaurus's toothless skull, with the Book of Magnus floating in front of him.

As the pages turned, a large number of manuscripts, drawings, miniature models, and mechanical blueprints erupted from the metal book like a fountain, forming a sky made of magic and science in front of Latan.

Each manuscript does not exist independently. Both magic and numbers are blending and resonating between the spliced ​​pages. They are independent of each other and interdependent. In the indescribable magical mechanical runes, they are integrated into a magnificent creation that is enough to drive all scientists and magicians today crazy.

It will have mechanical legs like pillars of heaven, vast arched shoulders loaded with cannons and armor, a sacred head that is like an abstract skull, both hideous and pure, and what it carries -

"What are you doing?" Perturabo squatted down beside Latan, staring at the thousands of manuscripts floating in the sky with his bright eyes.

Latan looked at the twisted man in surprise and said, "I thought your mouth was as solid as cement, Pei Laosi."

Perturabo ignored Magnus's teasing and stared at the huge metal structure made up of geometric lines drawn on countless parchments. "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know, so I am calculating the possibility of success of this plan. After all, mathematics does not lie." Magnus directed fifty droopy quills to calculate synchronously. "Politics is all empty lies, and poetry is nothing but whining. Only mathematics is more accurate than the decree of God. But how many people can see through her boring coat and the graceful body underneath?"

"You can't see it anyway." Perturabo raised his hand and pointed at the quill with serial number 31. "I calculated it wrong five steps ago. If you use this result to substitute into the subsequent formula, the thing you create will only be able to crawl."

"I did it on purpose."

"Have you learned to be tough with Mortarion?"

Latan's expression remained unchanged. "Someone is watching me. Although I don't know what her purpose is, she wants to know all the details of my life and actions. This seems to be very important to her. You don't have the auspicious instrument. She is now in the shadow of the third tower on the west side of the castle."

"So you plan to throw out fake data and give the observer a big gift."

"There's no need to repeat something so obvious." Latan calmly glanced at the sneaky observer.

She had purple hair and gray eyes, with rabbit ears that looked like they were inserted on top of her head. She was holding a sturdy black hook in her hand and was using a purely mechanical Polaroid camera to continuously capture the contents of Latan's manuscript.

She seemed very confident in her skills, or perhaps she didn't think that Latan could spot her at this distance. Not only did she have a sly smile on her face, but she even didn't cover the nameplate on her chest.

Anso - this is obviously her code name.

"Fools, both she and the people behind her are fools." Perturabo wrinkled his nose in disgust. "She didn't even see the size of her opponent clearly, she just touched a tiny hair and regarded it as our thigh."

Latan said with a smile: "That's why I'm looking forward to it. When the Titans crush the so-called Ark of Tomorrow, will that traitor named Doctor still be able to laugh?"