My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Rome, Italy.

The messy living room looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. Siegfried, covered in hideous wounds and dripping blood, was hanging on the intricate arms of the crystal chandelier.

It felt like there was a hammer hitting his head, the blood kept hitting his eardrums, and he felt a burning pain in his ribs, making him feel like a roast duck hanging in an oven.

Memories before he fell into a coma came flooding back. Just a moment ago, Siegfried had just sat down on the sofa in the living room when he saw a blond giant rushing in, grinning with a fang-filled mouth and saying, "Surprise, Motherfucker!"

Before Siegfried could react, the blond giant dropped the door panel in his hand and punched him in the young chest.

The memory stops here.

Siegfried used up almost all of his remaining strength to pry open his swollen and purple eyelids a crack. In his bloodshot vision, the wolf-like blond man crushed Kalana's head with his bare hands, creating a cloud of pure white snowflakes.

"A cute trick." The blond man smiled and shook off the warm snow on his fingers. There was a weird ending tone in his accent, and his naked upper body was covered with dark blue totem tattoos, showing his wild nature like a vicious beast.

Siegfried felt deep despair. Was it his destiny to be at odds with the muscle man? Why was it that not only could Latan Magnus destroy his destiny plan, but this blond beast at least three and a half meters tall in front of him also wanted to stop him from making the Demon World Tree descend?

This is so fucking unfair!

At this moment, accompanied by a clear sound of swords, hundreds of dark blue sword lights crisscrossed in an instant, imprisoning the blond man like a cage, causing him to let out a slightly surprised "Oh?"

Virgil appeared in front of the blond man with a cold expression, kneeling on one knee with the scabbard standing upright in front of him. As the Yama Sword was slowly put into the scabbard, the collision between the hilt and the scabbard made a crisp sound.

As if pressing the detonation button of a remote-controlled bomb, the hundreds of dark blue sword lights that were stagnant in the air suddenly collapsed, cutting off the blond man and the surrounding space together!

This is "Dimension Slash: Absolute"!

Siegfried watched with satisfaction as the blond man's body broke apart and collapsed. The deep fist marks on his chest didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.

You, old man, deserve to die for stopping my plan!

Unexpectedly, the severed flesh and blood fell on the thick carpet, making a crisp cracking sound.

Siegfried's eyes suddenly widened. The blood on the body fragment quickly faded away, turning into a crystal clear color.

"Fuck! Ice!"

Virgil frowned and walked forward, using his Yama Knife to pick up the broken ice chips on the carpet. These condensed water molecules that sparkled brighter than diamonds had a much lower temperature than their counterparts, covering the living room floor with a soft, misty white mist.

The extremely low temperature made Virgil shiver, but he still maintained his upright posture and said to Siegfried hanging on the arm of the lamp in a firm tone: "From the beginning, he was a moving ice sculpture."

"Where is his real body then?"

"How should I know?" Virgil retorted unhappily.

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Nordic wasteland.

The blond man trudging in the snow let out a light exclamation and turned his head to look towards the distant Mediterranean Sea.

"A knife that can cut through space..."

He knew very well what consequences this power would cause, but there were more important things to do now.

Find Idun, the goddess of youth of the Aesir, take her green apple full of vitality, and present it to the All-Father who imprisoned himself on the Golden Throne.

This is his mission.

If the apple of the goddess of youth is useless, then go and seize the fruit of power from the demon tree. That should be able to bring a little relief to the shoulders of the father who are oppressed by heavy burdens.

And... Magnus, my smartest and stupidest brother, when will you understand that this is not the outside, but the inside...

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"Hogwarts needs to be expanded, the hills below the castle need to be hollowed out, and the factories need to be automated..." Perturabo looked at the thousands of manuscripts of Latarn and sneered, "It seems you have a lot of work to do."

Latan, who was carrying the phantom of the lion, looked at Perturabo in surprise. "These are your tasks, brother."

"Has your brain finally gone bad? Why do you think I would help you do these thankless tasks?" Perturabo said sarcastically.

If this were a normal relationship between brothers, Latan would have tried to persuade Perturabo with kind words, or even lowered his face and begged him.

But Latan, who was in charge of the "Twisted Man User Manual", simply said: "That's right, after all, you are far worse than Dorn at doing the job."

As expected, the gray hair on Perturabo's back suddenly exploded, and he roared, "How dare you compare that stinky stone to me?! Hand over your blueprints! I want to show you who is the king of machinery and architecture."

Plan passes.

Latan tried hard not to laugh, and reluctantly placed the blueprints in front of Perturabo, his tone "full of doubt": "Don't let the castle collapse."

Perturabo pointed to the side and shouted at Magnus, who was taking advantage of the situation: "Get lost!"

Ratan could no longer hold back his smile, and quickly covered his face with the sleeves of his robe, before taking off into the air in the direction of Hogsmeade, crossing the entire Black Lake.

Countless lumps of warm snow floated on the inky black lake, like patches of vitiligo scars, mixed with dead fish and algae, emitting a foul stench.

The reeds and weeds by the lake absorbed the polluted water, and the green leaves lost their color, becoming as pale as snowflakes, with faint blood-colored lines twisted on the leaves like worms.

These must be burned. The Mad Dragon Virus will be more active at night, so catch a few male and female fire dragons, tame them and use them as biological flamethrowers.

Purple lightning wrapped around Latan's body. The wind pressure caused by his flight cut through the surface of the lake, stirring up waves tens of meters high. His thoughts raced rapidly.

Hagrid's suitcase was cast with a traceless extension spell by Mr. Newt, the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", and the space inside can be used to raise magical creatures.

If the suitcase is replaced with a smaller, more portable container, and the internal space is specially customized for flying dragon monsters, wouldn't it be possible to carry these monsters from other worlds with you and take them out whenever you need them?

The code name of this plan is...Pocket Monsters!

(Note: The original Pokémon Red and Green were released on Game Boy in 1996, four years before the current time.)

Latan could not help but imagine every member of the Red Lion Knights riding on the back of a dragon, with storm bolters spewing deadly bullets and mad dragon beasts roaring out pillars of fire that could melt metal.

It was a very good scene, which made me do the Sky Eagle Salutation with both hands, and love came from Holy Terra.

But we still need to build a production line for mass-producing magic armor first.

Latan landed on the only street in Hogsmeade Village. The houses on both sides had been demolished by the staff of Cassel College. More than a dozen large trucks with 4x4 front and 8x3 rear were transporting the construction waste to a location near the lake.

Among these busy trucks, Latan saw an old-fashioned Soviet jeep. Zangief, wearing a sailor shirt unique to elite Mao, was sitting carelessly on the passenger seat.

And the person holding the steering wheel with a nervous face turning blue... was actually Minamoto Kiyotaka!

"Driving is easy, kid." Zangief spoke in English with a Cyrillic accent. "Step one, fasten your seat belt. Step two, step on the brake and turn the key to start. Step three..."

"Press the clutch to shift gears, press the accelerator and release the clutch, right?" Yuan Qinglong looked straight ahead, his back straight as if there was a bamboo stick stuck in his belt, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.

"Wrong!" Zangief reached into the glove box and pulled out a bottle of water of life with an alcohol content of 96% under Minamoto Kiyotaka's astonished gaze. He then thrust it into the hybrid's mouth without explanation, "Step three, vodka!"