My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Lucius watched in horror as Latan pulled out a large black garbage bag-like object from his Dark Mark. The chill and resistance that swept through his body clearly told him that this was a genuine Dementor!

Before the head of the Malfoy family could scream like a girl, more demented monsters with billowing black smoke "erupted" from his forearms continuously. It was like a rich oil field, almost enough to attract American troops from the other side of the Atlantic.

The moment the Dementors appeared, the drunk Yuan Qinglong shuddered violently, cold sweat poured out all over his body, and the strong feeling of fear made the drunkenness disappear in an instant.

Zangief took a deep breath, rubbed the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on his arms with his hands, and looked around blankly, piercing through the Dementors that were almost sticking to his face.

"Why is it suddenly chilly?"

(Note: Dementors are invisible to Muggles and non-magical creatures except wizards and magical creatures.)

Draco answered Zangief's question with a choked groan. The little snake pressed its back tightly against the doorpost of the factory gate. Its light-colored eyes reflected the swarm of Dementors that almost completely covered the sky. Its face was covered with cold sweat and its legs were shaking like overcooked noodles.

Latan felt that Draco was quite brave for still being able to stand. After all, even the half-bloods from Castle College in Hogsmeade were trembling because of the characteristics of the Dementors, and they were screaming in confusion but very real.

According to "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", Dementors are dark magical creatures. Wherever they pass, any creature will be deprived of happiness and courage, and their spirit will fall into the most terrifying memories.

Their most powerful attack method is the "soul-stealing kiss". Under their tattered black hoods is a face without any facial features, only a large, irregular, disgusting hole. They can use this "mouth" to suck away the soul of a living being, leaving only an unconscious empty shell.

The reason why the Ministry of Magic allows Dementors to serve as guards of Azkaban peacefully is entirely because they can constantly squeeze courage from the prisoners - crimes and prison breaks also require courage to support - to fill their stomachs.

Rather than saying that Azkaban is the lair of Dementors, it would be more accurate to say that it is their garden and dining hall. Every Dementor is like an industrious bee, tirelessly extracting "nectar" from the prisoners.

The reason why Latan brought Dementors to Hogsmeade was because their ability to create despair and fear at all times made them the most qualified weapons of mass destruction.

When the last Dementor flew out of the Dark Mark, Latan's right eye suddenly burned with red fire. A deep red beam of light shot out from his pupil, constantly twisting and zigzagging in the air, and turned into a red fire cage composed of complex polyhedrons, imprisoning the Dementors firmly inside!

"Surrender, or perish."

Little by little, Latan tightened the beam of light that formed the cage. This flame formed by the fusion of blood and magic had a great killing effect on all cold and gloomy things. Even if only a wisp of the Dementor's black robe was touched by the red light, its figure would instantly dim and almost be annihilated!

"You only have these two choices." Latan said calmly, his burning right eye fixed on the Dementors in the cage that were becoming more and more active.

At this time, Professor Mance, who was alarmed by the arrival of the Dementors, hurried over with a man wrapped in a fully enclosed protective suit.

As soon as he got close, he, who had no magic power, shuddered strangely, his rosy cheeks suddenly lost their color, and he almost collapsed to the ground along with his fully enclosed protective suit.

After Professor Mans stabilized himself, he looked up at the empty cage, and with difficulty separated his teeth that kept colliding and making noises. He asked Latan, "Mr. Magnus, what are you doing?"

"Do what I'm supposed to do."

[Dead ones! Wake up from your graves, rise from your ashes! In the name of the King of Kings, in the name of the Father of all mankind, answer my call! ]

Latan shouted this spell in the hard and sonorous Gothic language. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of black magic creatures in the cage turned their eyeless faces towards the red lion that captured them here, and their rotten and scabby wet palms made a uniform movement -

The hands are folded in front of the chest with the thumbs crossed, forming the posture of a double-headed eagle.

Raging flames ignited from beneath their black robes, and the Dementors' twisted and deformed humanoid forms disintegrated and melted in the dancing tongues of flame, like hundreds of wildly dancing black snakes, and then twisted together in a fierce posture!

It turned into a magic wand that was 1.6 meters long and as thick as an adult's forearm.

The surface of this strangely shaped magic wand was constantly swirling with black mist, and hundreds of deformed faces without eyes, ears, or noses were slowly wriggling on its surface. Each face had a shapeless, festering mouth that was wide open, sucking in all the positive emotions around it and emitting silent and strange screams.

The cage disappeared, and Latan grasped the handle of the Soul-stealing Wand with spiral twisted patterns in mid-air. In the eyes of everyone who was half disgusted and half afraid, he gently stroked its strangely elastic body, and suddenly lifted it up high.

"Sky Eagle Shines!"

The magic wand spurted out a brilliant golden light, which shot straight into the sky like a firework, and then exploded silently. The huge wings that seemed to be cast in gold covered the entire sky. The pair of eagle heads, one with a cold gaze and the other blind, looked towards the past and the future. The sharp eagle claws were as ferocious as hooks, and the left claw looked like it had been mechanically modified.

Anyone could see that the symbol held strong symbolic meaning, but no one asked Ratan, who had summoned it.

Magnus put down his wand of soul-stealing, looked up at the golden eagle across the sky, and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

Long time no see... the only hope of mankind...

But now is not the time to reminisce about the past. I must build on my past and take a better path towards a thorny future.

With a casual wave of the soul-stealing wand filled with black gas, the eagle symbol that covered the sky instantly disappeared into thin air. Latan moved his mind slightly, and the soul-stealing wand instantly turned into a large black ring and was put on his middle finger.

Dementors are purely magical creatures without physical bodies, and the wands made from them naturally have ever-changing properties.

Although due to the lack of materials, the Soul-stealing Wand can only change into any form with a volume not exceeding thirty cubic meters.

But as long as you feed it more positive emotions, the volume it can expand will continue to increase.

All in all, this wand with its own aura of fear is currently the most suitable weapon for Latan Magnus.

Turning his gaze to Lucius, who was frozen in place due to astonishment and fear, Latarn said softly: "Mr. Malfoy, my factory needs to start as soon as possible. Do you need me to ask you to go to Azkaban to rescue people?"

Lucius inhaled sharply like a whistle, shouting, "You're busy, you're busy!" while hurriedly turning around on the spot. In the process of performing Apparition, he tripped over his cane and almost fell. Fortunately, he disappeared from the spot with a crackling sound without any danger.

"Draco, follow me." Latan said to the pale little snake, but his eyes were on Professor Mance, "Sir, you and the one beside you..."

"Karl, Karl Heinrich." The man wrapped in a closed protective suit stepped forward and introduced himself in a muffled voice. "Deputy Director of the Kassel Academy's Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications - referred to as the 'Equipment Department'. I am the person with the best sense of logic in the Equipment Department appointed by President Angers."

Latan raised his left eyebrow at the man with a German surname. "Since you have received the recognition from Principal Ange, you must be a very talented person in the Equipment Department."

"Unfortunately, it's not." Professor Mans said expressionlessly, "Other people in the Equipment Department will turn all plans into an explosion show; Carl will give you a bunch of reasons and then turn the plan into an explosion show. He is just a pile of corn kernels and shrimps that have not been fully digested in feces. He is the most normal one among a group of psychopaths."

To Latan's surprise, Carl nodded proudly. This action made his bulging protective suit tremble like waves. "This is the rigor unique to us Germans, Mans!"

Professor Mance covered his face in pain. It seemed that he would rather have a deep French kiss with the Dementors than stay with Carl. "I really don't want to admit that you and I are childhood friends from the same village."

"Deputy Director Heinrich, you must have extraordinary insights into alchemy and machinery." Latan nodded to Zangief, "Why don't we visit my factory while discussing in detail the manufacturing methods of those 'Hunter Weapons' dug out from the giant horned dragon?"

With Latan and Sangilfray distracting the deputy director, Professor Mans was visibly relieved. "That couldn't be better."

"Just call me Karl. Only my ex-wife calls me 'Heinrich'." Karl waved his hand indifferently.

Minamoto Kiyotaka asked curiously, "Why the ex-wife?"

"It's probably because the diamond ring I made for her blew off half of her arm." Carl scratched the back of his head in confusion through the hard helmet. He noticed Minamoto Kiyotaka's wide eyes and shrugged, "Don't worry, she's a B-level hybrid, she won't die. I also made her a mechanical prosthesis...but she refused to use it..."

After Carl's interruption, Draco was obviously not as nervous as before. The little snake said sarcastically in his usual slightly sarcastic tone, "Yeah, why is that? It's really hard to guess."

Faced with this obvious mockery, Karl said very seriously: "Remember, children, women's minds are as mysterious as the sea. We gentlemen will never understand what they are thinking."

Latan tilted his upper body slightly towards Professor Mance, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth without moving his lips: "Is this the most normal person in the Equipment Department?"

Professor Mans said with a straight face, "It's Karl who came, not the psychopathic director. You can be happy."

Zangief opened the factory gate and walked into the dim factory first, staring at the military machinery that stood like giant towers with his emotional black eyes.

The kind father of steel has fallen, but the father's steel is still protecting the world.

With a sigh, the doctor from the former Soviet Union's Military University turned around and said to everyone, "Most of the assembly lines have been installed. We only need to wait for the raw materials and workers to arrive, and then we can start producing T-80U main battle tanks immediately."

"Raw materials are not a problem." Latan led Professor Mans and Carl into the factory and walked slowly along the narrow (only for him) path between the huge machines. "According to the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy, we only need to make a few changes to the alchemy diagram according to the materials to be exchanged, and we can use any substance to refine the required special metals. Carl, am I right?"

Carl blinked in confusion. "Such a simple question, why ask - Oh!" He sighed in sudden realization. "You want to test my level! No problem, Mr. Magnus, I accept any challenge!"

"Gentlemen, our current focus is not on how to restart the assembly line, but how to transform the machinery into tools for manufacturing magic engines." Professor Mans interrupted the topic, "This is where the workload is the greatest. Almost all the machinery needs to be redesigned."

"This is easy. I have already drawn the design." Carl took out an electronic board with a huge screen from the pocket of his protective suit. He swiped his fingers across it a few times, and a large number of data files flew and gathered like a flock of birds, forming a huge alchemical array.