My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Latan felt like he was looking in a mirror.

When the giant black blade filled with gravity lightning in his hand slashed down, the purple lightning that erupted from the body of the red-haired giant in front of him was exactly the same as the power in his body.

Even the taut red skin on his face, the majestic and extraordinary body, and the flying red hair like a lion's mane are exactly the same, completely "another self".

But in the end, it is just a reflection in the mirror, a moon hanging in the water, a puppet without essence and soul, an impure product made of piled data.

Such blasphemy should not exist in the world.

So Latan decided to break the mirror.

Gravity martial arts, magnetic field rotation, a force of one hundred thousand horses, star shattering!

The red-haired giant raised his hand to take the giant steel sword, roaring like a beast, and purple lightning condensed into a ball of light the size of a human head in his palm. The repulsive field was used to resist the huge gravitational force of the Star Shattering Martial Arts. It was a smart choice, but not wise enough.

Latan suddenly changed the direction of gravity, and the inward-contracting force instantly expanded outward, blasting out his own magnetic field force together with the repulsive field of the red-haired giant!

Marlene's red hair intertwined into wings, shooting into the sky like a sharp arrow. Minamoto Kiyotaka, who had already witnessed the horror of magnetic field power, roared, pulled off the belt that stored the Dragon Feast Magic Armor from his waist, and threw it at the bewildered Mrs. Weasley.

As soon as the silver-gray scales appeared, a terrible spherical hole was crushed out in the river valley filled with warm snow by the violent repulsive field. No matter whether it was warm snow, pebbles or silt, they were all crushed into smooth inverse spherical surfaces by the increased gravity!

The red-haired replica's hands had flesh and bones blossoming like flowers, with a large amount of data white light spraying out from the wounds. Latan looked at his clenched teeth and his arms that were trying their best to resist the power of his magnetic field without yielding.

The replica's ability to manipulate gravity was too immature. To itself, it was like a child to an adult. It didn't even have a thorough understanding of the basic physics of the Hall effect and the Lorentz force, let alone perfectly unleashing the power of the magnetic field from its body.

This is the consequence of not reading.

The phantom of the golden lion on his shoulder suddenly moved, its claws deeply embedded in Latan's flesh, its hollow eyes revealing a sharp green gaze. Lion El'Jonson examined the replica of Magnus and whispered in Latan's ear: "Such an evil creation must be eradicated."

"When did I ever need you to remind me?"

Latarn had already tested the level of the red-haired giant. He stared at the other party's movements, but said to Mrs. Weasley who was protected by the Dragon Feast Magic Armor behind him: "Madam, please go to the castle and wait for a while. Qinglong, please escort me."

Minamoto Kiyotaka's body gradually shrank, and the white scales all over his body penetrated under the delicate and crystal skin in a form that was completely inconsistent with biology. The ferocious long tail with barbs behind him turned into the short tail vertebrae of a human again.

He was angry at Latan for using his power without considering the people behind him, but he knew that now was not the time to argue. He turned around, took Mrs. Weasley's hand and climbed up the valley.

"You can't escape." The red-haired giant's torn arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fine arcs of electricity flowed through the wound, pulling the rolled flesh back into place.

He tore off the black robe that was severely damaged on his upper body, revealing his armor-like muscular body. He pointed at the drone hovering in the sky and said to Latan and Marenia, "See, all of this is within the doctor's plan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Latan saw a brilliant white light emitting from the data transmission port of the drone. Several figures with animal features took shape in the light between magic and technology and fell from the sky into the range of Hogwarts Castle.

"The castle is doomed to be destroyed, and no one can escape." The red-haired giant said expressionlessly, with a sad tone, "Because this is the doctor's order."

Latan's facial features were as cold and hard as a corpse. He let go of the Star-Breaking Greatsword and raised his hand to press the radio station paging button with a parchment wax seal hanging on his chest. "Dante, Colin, Zheng Shilong, come back to life."

----

On the lawn below the castle hill, Dante looked at the covered bridge that collapsed in the gravity vortex, pulled the corners of his mouth fiercely, and turned his handsome face to the travelers who were attracted by the restless sound, "Take off your clothes, all of them."

Wilbur, the chairman of the reformists, was so shocked that his soul ring appeared, "Again?!"

"I don't have time to lock you up, you pigs. I'd rather let you be imprisoned by your shame." Dante put on the crusader helmet of the magic armor, blue light flashed from the triangular eye sockets, and he was very cold and stern. "Do you need me to repeat it a second time? Take it off!"

Haruto, the current chairman of the Destiny Faction, stepped forward, pointed to the Witch Knight Belt around his waist, and said to Dante: "If you want to resist the invasion, we can also help."

There was a flash of silver light, and Haruto didn't even see what happened clearly, he just felt a cold pain in his throat. Dante's rebellious sword pierced the skin of his throat, and crystal blood beads were flowing as Haruto's Adam's apple rolled.

"Strip off." Dante's voice was amplified by the helmet into a devilish howl. "Pigs, which word do you not understand?"

Haruto's cheek twitched, and he tried his best to remain objective and calm, "You are wasting your fighting power. Not all time travelers are bad people. You should give us a little trust. Just a little bit will do."

"Trust?" Dante raised the last line of his voice, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "My mother was killed by you damn time travelers, and you still want me to trust you?" The rebellious greatsword was slowly and firmly extended forward, forcing Haruto to raise his chin and step back.

"Don't try to tell me that 'this was Virgil's fault and it has nothing to do with us.' Virgil is my blood brother, and the guy with the Yama Blade is just a beast who killed his mother and took over my brother's body. In my eyes, you are no different from him. You are just pigs who think you are superior because you rely on the power of the system."

Dante paused, and Latarn's voice came from the radio on his chest: "Dante, Colin, Zheng Shilong, come to life."

He could use his magic to sense the figures falling from the sky without turning around. Under Haruto's complicated gaze, he retracted the Rebellious Greatsword, "Thank Latan for not letting me kill you all, pigs. You have three seconds to take off your clothes. 1——"

The time travelers rushed to tear off their clothes and praise the laborers who had just carried the wood. The heat brought by the labor meant that they had few clothes left on their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, a group of white, shivering bodies appeared on the lawn.

Dante raised his left arm, and magic power poured into the storm bolter fixed on the arm armor. From the muzzles of the two parallel guns, which were as thick as an adult's wrist, spurted out scalding flames, burning the clothes piled on the ground into flying ashes.

After completing all this, Dante turned around and looked at the tall, blond man with horse ears who was walking slowly towards him. His ponytail seemed to be woven from gold threads and was swinging behind his waist. On his left side was a greatsword with a cross-blade in a black scabbard.

This swordsman, who has a mixture of human and animal features, wears a thick bronze knight's gauntlet on his right arm, a dark long trench coat embellished with golden heraldic ornaments, and spotless exquisite leather shoes, which perfectly highlight his temperament between a civil servant and a fighter.

"Maenna Linguang."

Before Dante could speak, the blond swordsman stood still twenty meters away, drew a cross-shaped greatsword from his waist, grasped the hilt with both hands, lightly touched his forehead with the sword, and performed the knight's salute. "According to the terms of the contract, I will assist the doctor in all matters... Although I am not a knight, please allow me to show my respect with this courtesy."

“Chirp, wai ...

Dante gave a fighting smile under his helmet. He could see that the Maltese man in front of him was a powerful swordsman!

Let's compare and see whether your rebellion is more bloodthirsty or the opponent's cross sword is more piercing!

"Dante Sparta, remember this name." The Holy Blood Magic Armor leaned forward, the mud surging under the brutal trampling of the steel boots, rushing towards Mayenna like a chariot running at full speed, and the rebellious sword ferociously flapped its wings like a steel butterfly, "It will become your eternal nightmare!"

----

Colin had been watching Fred and George show off their latest creation - the twins had somehow managed to get their hands on a Bludger, a hard sphere wrapped in dark leather that was supposed to be used in Quidditch matches to disrupt the scoring of either team through suicide attacks.

Fred and George were the Beaters for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. During the game, they would use a bat that was slightly shorter than a baseball bat but thicker. They were responsible for hitting the Bludgers that hit them and their teammates towards the opposing players.

In the words of Oliver Wood, the current captain of the Gryffindor team, the brothers are like two Bludgers themselves.

Even with the cushioning of leather, being hit by a Bludger is definitely not a pleasant experience. It is cast with a spell to find people, and will focus on the player riding a broom and rush towards him with all its might, with an impact force no less than that of a well-reinforced punch.

Colin had heard Harry talk about how the Bludger was controlled by the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Quirrell during last year's Quidditch match, and how he was hit and bruised all over, and it took almost a month for the bruises to heal. ("How can it be so exaggerated? Don't scare the freshmen!" Hermione said to the snickering Harry and Ron in a reproachful tone.)

Before receiving the message from Latarn, Colin was lying on the sofa in the common room, sorting out the photos taken during this period, while watching Fred and George loudly showing off their work.

The two of them changed the Bludger's searching magic so that by changing the name written on the ball, the ball could fly to the designated person.

This means that during this special period when owls cannot go out, Bludgers can take on the task of delivering letters and items.

"We call this one-person directional tracking magic," Fred said proudly.

"We can make a lot of money from it!" George's eyes were filled with the symbols of gold galleons rolling.

Their best friend, Lee Jordan, a young black wizard with scary dreadlocks, looked as if he had lost his parents. “You two better make sure it can still fly, or Oliver will eat the three of us alive!”

Ginny, who was reading "Foundations of Physics", clapped her hands in support. It was unclear whether she was celebrating the feat of her two brothers or cheering for Senior Wood, who had a fierce look in his eyes...

Percy, who was always serious, frowned and stared disapprovingly at the black ball with eyes and mouth drawn on it with white chalk in the twins' arms. "Can't you two spend this time studying?"

Fred seemed to have not heard Percy's words and raised the modified Bludger. The little beast, which should have been restless, was now frighteningly quiet. "Don't worry, brother. George and I have solved most of the defects of the directional spell. There is only one small problem..."

Lee Jordan's black face turned gray. He could almost feel Wood's eyes scratching his bones. "Don't tell me you broke it."

"How could we make such a low-level mistake? Let me demonstrate..." George wrote Ron's name on the Bludger. The black ball, which was twice larger than an adult's fist, flew up to the ceiling, turned twice like a predatory hawk, and rushed straight up the spiral staircase leading to the boys' dormitory.

Colin had just time to take a picture of Fred and George who were high-fiving and grinning, when he heard a loud bang of a wooden door being smashed through from the stairs, followed by an earth-shattering scream.

After a brief silence, Ron, with a distorted face, rushed down the stairs with a clang. He was wearing his eldest brother Bill's old pajamas, holding the Bludger in his hands, and there was a big bump on his forehead like a unicorn.