My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Atlas Infinite, who claimed to be an immortal legend, looked at Latan and the red-haired giant expectantly, obviously wanting to see the expressions of shock at the title on the two dead faces.

He was unexpectedly disappointed.

"Never heard of it?" Atlas' face turned long with depression. "Come on, I am the lord of a city after all, you zombie twins should give me some face."

The red-haired giant said, "I am not—"

"You have nothing to do with what's going on here," Latan said. "I can sense that you are strong, but this man must be destroyed. So, don't interfere."

"That's so cold, little brother." Atlas laughed, showing his bright white teeth between his thick beard. "So you don't remember me."

His words made Latan frown.

The Red Lion quickly searched his memory, but neither General Shatterstar nor the Scarlet King had any impression of the name Atlas Infinite, and the face of this silver-haired man was extremely unfamiliar to them.

But there was a familiarity in the other person's tone, as if he had known me for a long time.

Atlas pushed his sunglasses up his nose. "Can't remember? It's okay. That's normal. Since 'he' made that decision... Anyway, you can't kill him."

The Chinese character "川" (Chuan) formed between Latan's brows, and his pupils, which were faintly flashing with purple light, quickly scanned between the replica and the man, "Who are you?"

"First of all, I'm Atlas, the mayor of Night City." The silver-haired man tilted his head slightly, and his arm holding up the wrecked plane was slightly bent. "Secondly, are you sure that the most important thing for you right now is to destroy your pitiful reflection?"

Leon's voice came through the golden lion phantom. He said solemnly on Latan's shoulder: "Be careful, Magnus. This man is not as simple as he seems."

The Star Crusher leaped into Latan's open hand, and the arc blade ignited with lightning like hellfire. "Eliminate the enemy and defend the territory. This is the most important thing."

Atlas nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly let go. The passenger plane that had been destroyed by the gravitational vortex lost the protection of the magnetic field. The passengers inside were instantly enveloped by the cold and strong wind at high altitude. The strong feeling of weightlessness and the fear of death made them scream helplessly, and the faint sound was lost in the wind in the blink of an eye.

"Oops, my hand slipped." Atlas pretended to be annoyed in the face of Latan's puzzled eyes, "This is 8400 meters above the ground. If it falls to the ground, hundreds of people will be smashed into a pulp."

Before he finished speaking, Latan and the red-haired giant attacked almost at the same time. The force of the magnetic field turned into an invisible gravitational rope and shot towards the falling passenger plane through the air. But just as it was about to touch its surface, a dark and powerful force directly cut off the gravitational rope!

Atlas, this man actually tried to stop the rescue? !

"What are you doing!" the red-haired giant roared, "Didn't you say your wife was on the plane? How could you let her face such danger!"

Atlas turned a deaf ear to the red-haired giant's rebuke and raised his hands to Latan with an innocent look on his face. "Lesson 1, little brother, nothing is 'most important', only 'more important'. What do you want to choose now? Do you try to kill your reflection before the plane lands, or -"

Latan swooped down like a hunting hawk. The shattered plane rolled through the clouds beneath him, and debris from the luggage hold sprayed out from the damaged area like blood flowing from a wound.

He could clearly see the passengers, fastened in their seats by safety belts, going into shock from lack of oxygen at high altitudes. Men, women, young and old, were all swaying limply as the fuselage rolled, like pale puppets with their strings cut.

Humans are creatures that do not belong in the sky. In just a few seconds, those weak passengers on the passenger plane will die before the plane crashes!

The most important thing...

Latan crawled under the belly of the fuselage in the direction of its roll. The moment his hands touched the cold surface of the fuselage, the magnetic field force burst out, but the black electric arc attacked him like a maggot on the tarsal bone, destroying the force field he had deployed in an extremely subtle way!

One of the basic principles of physics is that when the pressure between two objects remains constant, the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure.

Without the support of the force field, Latan pierced through the belly of the plane like a bullet. The fuselage, which was already as broken as a skeleton, was completely broken into two parts and fell in different directions in an even more irregular posture!

Latan looked up and glared at Atlas. The mayor of Night City withdrew his hand that was pulsating with dark arcs of electricity and looked at him calmly through his sunglasses.

There is no “most important”, only “more important”.

This is a lesson that uses life as a teaching aid.

"Magnus!" Lion growled over his shoulder, "Don't be distracted by the lives of mortals! As long as the blasphemy can be destroyed, it is an acceptable sacrifice!"

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of civilization, a tower built with the bones and blood of countless people who did not even leave their names. It is a necessary evil and an unavoidable price...

wrong!

"Sacrifice is to give one's life voluntarily, and this is outright murder!"

Ignoring the sharp claws of Leon piercing into his flesh, Latan threw the Soul-Eating Wand on the middle finger of his right hand towards one of the broken pieces of the fuselage. The tar-like substance condensed by the Dementors suddenly expanded, as if swallowing half of the fuselage with a deformed big mouth.

The surface of the tar was trembling with distorted faces that screamed silently, unfastening the passengers' seat belts like the roots of a giant tree and sticking tightly to their waists and backs.

The remaining part of the Soul Devouring Wand was completely flattened, forming a giant umbrella that was as thin as a cicada's wing but extremely tough, catching the surging wind. It looked like a black jellyfish, pulling the passengers out of the fuselage while greatly slowing down their falling speed.

Even if it is a product of black magic, it can be used to save lives.

Latan pounced on the other half of the fuselage and angrily discovered that Atlas's magnetic field force of at least 150,000 horsepower was deeply penetrated into the fuselage structure, forming an extremely complex and solid "lock". As long as he tried to use the magnetic field force to buffer the fuselage, he would immediately suffer a blow of 150,000 horsepower!

If you want to unlock this magnetic field lock, it will take at least one minute. By then, the plane will have crashed long ago, and it will be meaningless!

Since the power of magnetic field can't solve the problem, then...what about magic?

Just as Latan raised his hand, he heard his own voice coming from another direction: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The red-haired giant, as a replica made of data, not only has the same abilities as Latan, but also has exactly the same thinking patterns. After realizing that the power of the magnetic field is useless, he recited the levitation spell first.

While silently chanting the spell, Latan glanced at the replica. This blasphemous product completed several weeks of growth in just a few minutes. This made him feel disgusted, but also a little curious.

Does the replica have its own memories? Does he understand the mission he carries? Is it possible for him to...break free from the constraints of the traverser and the system?

Reason urged Latan coldly to realize that the replica was just a collection of data; but emotionally, he saw the yearning for freedom and resistance to the orders of the traverser in the replica's behavior.

Earlier, when Mrs. Weasley blew up the bridge, the replica could have watched one of his targets die, but chose to help.

He can be used to deal with time travelers.

Latan quickly came to this conclusion. Under the influence of the double levitation spell, this half of the fuselage slowly landed on a rugged wasteland, and the passengers on the other half also landed safely as the Soul Devouring Wand fell.

Apart from the loss of luggage and property, no one was killed.

Latan and the replica stood side by side, only a few meters apart. The Soul Devouring Wand made a strange squirming sound, and shrank from a thin film covering a hundred square meters to a volleyball-sized gelatinous body, which pounced on Latan's right hand hanging by his side and turned into a ring again.

"Your doctor didn't order you to help me." Latan looked down at the ring and said in a calm tone.

"The order he gave me was very general." The red-haired giant lowered his eyes, "There is no time limit, no limit on quantity, and no limit on location. The most important thing is that 'providing help' does not conflict with 'destroying you'."

There is something more important between the two! Latan looked up at Atlas, who had slammed his feet roughly into the mud, and said, "The doctor didn't say that we can't help him use his brain, right?"

The red-haired giant grinned, "Who says it's not?"

"You go."

"I am leaving."

Talking to the replica made Latan feel like talking to a mirror, as if he knew what the other person was thinking before he spoke. Now he was completely sure that the red-haired giant, like himself, would never succumb to others or fate.

If I hadn't taken "his" honor so seriously, I should have understood this when we first met.

Latan could sense Leon's dissatisfied gaze without even looking, so he simply ignored the cruel old lion and walked towards Atlas, who was clapping vigorously, as the red-haired giant leaped into the sky.

"Very good! Very good!" Atlas smiled, as if he was not the one who threw the passenger plane out of the sky just now. "Lesson 1 has ended perfectly. You have learned how to distinguish between the most important and the more important. The next one is-"

Latan punched the old guy's sunglasses to pieces.

Atlas' nose was bleeding profusely and he flew backwards dramatically, with his flip-flops still in place. He rolled on the ground a dozen times like a mime, and after stopping, he did not forget to put his hands behind his back.

If Latan didn't know that this bastard's strength was at least over 150,000 horsepower, he would have believed it.

"This punch is for the passengers you used as props." Latan shook off the blood on his hands, flexed his crackling knuckles, and clenched his fists full of destructive power. "Stand up, you still owe me a few hundred punches!"

Atlas twisted his hips and changed to a seductive side-lying position, holding his cheek with his palm, and threw a wink to Latan, "Since we are both wanderers in the world, a punch will be enough, little brother."

How could there be such a shameless guy?

Latan frowned, "Everyone is like you—"

A deafening roar came from the half fuselage: "Atlas!"

The mean silver-haired man stood up from the ground and stood at attention in an instant. Ratan turned around and saw a tall, thin woman wearing a mask, walking out of the half-passenger plane with aggressive strides, jumping up and grabbing Atlas's ear.

And this man with a strong magnetic field whose identity was a mystery actually bent down obediently, and begged for mercy in the face of the roar of the woman with short hair. It was obvious that she was as weak to him as an ant to an elephant, but there was no sign of estrangement or respect between them.

Latan's raised fist hung in the air, with doubts in his mind.

Atlas Infinite, why don't I remember you? Who are you?