My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Ratan held up the golden ring and stood in front of the window of the Mineral Sales Office in the Lonely Mountain-Moria Tunnel. He looked through the center of the ring, looking at the bleak low buildings in Diagon Alley and looking to the east. The outline of the golden lion was completely blurred on his shoulders, like a veil.

Behind him, Gandalf puffed on his pipe, the tobacco alternating between red and dark, and the light blue smoke drifted among the mineral samples on the shelves. He held his wooden stick against the back of Gollum's head, who kept making hissing sounds, and quietly watched the Red Lion's back, whose emotions were beating fast.

Latan made his decision.

"It's like an avalanche." His voice was calm and even. "One rock after another, one bad thing after another, just kept falling down without giving me a break. Horus has returned, which is good. At least I finally have a chance to chop off his head. But I don't have time to take care of him unless I remove the stone pressing on my chest first."

Gandalf chuckled. "I respect your choice, child." The old man stood up, still holding Gollum's head with his stick. "Then, before I leave, there is one more thing I must confirm."

Latan put the ring on his index finger. The cold metal pressed tightly against his skin, but there was no darkness in front of him. He just felt that this small creation was constantly absorbing his body temperature. He turned and looked down at Gandalf. "Speak."

"Where are you now?" Gandalf asked, smiling.

"In the dwarf shop in Diagon Alley, England." Latan frowned. This question was completely different from any of the ten thousand possibilities he had imagined.

"No, child." Gandalf said patiently like a grandfather coaxing his grandson, "When your eyes are too close to the paper, you will focus on a single font and ignore the whole text. Try to broaden your horizons a little and tell me, where are you now?"

"...Earth," Latan said, "or rather, Holy Terra."

"Much better, but still not comprehensive enough." Gandalf praised, "Look at the positions of the stars in the sky. They are completely different from what they will be thirty-eight thousand years later. It is the great will of mercy that has restored the scene in His memory. He created this dimension where countless universes intersect with each other, which is also the border."

This term made Latan frown even more tightly, and the memories of General Shattering Star churned in his mind, "So the time traveler..."

"So," Gandalf emphasized, "you traveled back in time, back to the second millennium when human civilization flourished, back to the intersection of countless parallel world lines. How are you different from those time travelers?"

Latan's pupils constricted, and a faint whisper echoed in his ears.

+Unite them, Latan Magnus. Only you can do it. +

The "they+" in the mission mantra does not specifically refer to ordinary people in this world. Could it be that the reason why "he" gave me a second chance is to gather these traversers who are equipped with systems into one force?

No, I am already doing that. Zheng Shilong, Hu Tao and others have been tamed and become the extension of my power. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I am uniting them to my side!

This is the truth of my mission... From a rational point of view, time travelers do have great growth potential, and their growth rate is much faster than that of non-time travelers. If we unite them, one day...

"Who are you, Gandalf?" Latan forcibly cut off his own thoughts of amazing wisdom. He knew that he was never good at this. "Why do you know all this?"

Gandalf put his pipe in his mouth and reached out to pull out an exquisite metal chain from the worn collar of his traveling cloak. On it hung the Roman numeral "I" forged in pure gold, with rose-colored rubies carved into plates in the engraved grooves, and in the center was a winged skull.

Latan suddenly smiled with relief.

The servant of Eru, the great will of mercy, that's it. This rose knot, a symbol of purity and judgment, is enough to prove Gandalf's identity.

"As you can see," Gandalf tucked the rose knot into his collar, "I am a loyal servant of Eru, who created my body and mind. The purpose of my journey is -"

The crystal window of the mineral sales office suddenly exploded, and a roar that shook the earth swept in all directions!

Latan suddenly turned around and looked out the window, his eyes blazing with red and purple light, piercing through thousands of miles and reaching the distant northwest region of England.

I saw a blue breath shooting out from the earth to the universe like a pillar supporting the sky, dyeing the sky for hundreds of kilometers into the color of ion arcs. And in the center of this ominous light - inside the collapsed Sellafield Nuclear Power Plant, stood a three-hundred-meter-tall black-scaled behemoth!

Godzilla has landed in the UK!

Latan's eye twitched.

One bad thing after another keeps coming down like rolling stones in an avalanche. My bad mouth is even more damn smart than Corax.

and many more……

An idea flashed through Latan's mind.

This may be an opportunity to turn enemies into friends and unite them to my side! I have extremely high individual combat power, as well as knowledge and technology brought back from the future, and the traverser can fill the gap between the bottom combat power and myself.

If I want to reach a cooperation with them, I need an external force that both sides are afraid of to intervene. Even if I don't try to achieve a three-way balance, I can definitely force the traverser to reach a terrible balance with me, which is the so-called honeymoon period of cooperation.

As long as further exchanges of interests are made on this basis, the mission of uniting everything can be achieved.

Latan felt a long-lost excitement. He knew he had to seize this excellent opportunity and implement the paper plan as soon as possible.

To do this, he would have to talk to Dumbledore, and the sooner the better.

While Gandalf was still shocked by the breath of the giant beast, Latan stepped over the head of the dwarf Sindley who had just finished taking a bath, and ignoring the other's complaints of "Watch the road! Strider!", he pushed open the steel-clad oak door of the mineral sales office and urged the gravity emblem to rush straight into the sky.

----

At the same time, Ministry of Magic.

"…We don't have much time, Minister."

Dr. Avery put his hands on Cornelius Fudge's desk, every wrinkle on his face revealed seriousness, and stared menacingly at the fat white man who was huddled in a chair with sweat all over his face.

"Godzilla - that is, the monster. Its behavior is completely beyond my expectations. Now is not the time for you to be angry with the white wizard. Our wizarding world can no longer hide. We must cooperate more deeply with the Muggle government."

"But...but..." Minister Fudge, who was famous for his indecision, turned pale. "Even if we cooperate with the Muggle government, what can we do? That thing can even eat nuclear radiation as a snack. Even if the British government sends out troops, it is impossible--"

"An army? I am an army myself!" Dr. Avery waved his hand impatiently, pointing at Amiya and Flametail Knight beside him - Sona had come along on her own initiative, "What I need is not manpower, but resources! When the government can't protect the country, we can only save ourselves."

Minister Fudge was like a drowning man who saw a straw and asked quickly, "Can I hear what your plan is?"

"First, gather all the elites and officials together, because we don't have time to rescue civilians door to door." Dr. Avery snapped his fingers, and Amiya obediently placed the PRTS terminal on the desk. "Then, we need to build a mobile island, an ark of tomorrow that carries hope."

On the lit screen of the PRTS terminal, a majestic and majestic land-based warship suddenly appeared.

"This is impossible!" Minister Fudge was shocked by the concept map. After seeing the size parameters of the giant ship, he cried out, "Such a huge project cannot be completed in a short period of time, unless all the workers and wizards in the UK -"

He paused abruptly, looking at the corner of Dr. Avery's smiling mouth. "We can indeed get all the wizards in Britain to do this, right?"

"I've already said it before, now is not the time for you to get angry with the white wizard." Dr. Avery sighed at the minister's stupidity, "Please call back those who spread the rumors, and ask Deputy Minister Umbridge to write a letter of clarification and apology to the Daily Prophet. We have to hold Hogwarts, the lifeblood of British wizards, in our hands."

"Yes, yes." Minister Fudge hastily swept away the documents on the table and picked up the quill in the inkwell. "I have to write a letter to the headmaster, beginning... 'My most respected and admired Mr. Dumbledore...'"

At this moment, neither Dr. Avery nor Minister Fudge noticed that a hidden smile flashed in the amber-gold eyes of the Flame Tail Knight.

It’s almost there, my little monster, it’s almost there.

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Latan stepped over the gargoyles that had been shattered to pieces during the orc siege (the ugly stone sculpture was still humming, "Leave me alone... just let me lie here..."), and stepped sideways up the spiral staircase leading to the principal's office, five steps at a time, not caring about the fact that the clothes on his chest and back were wrinkled by the walls of the passage.

Perhaps it was the strong graininess that stimulated the golden lion, but Leon's shadow solidified slightly, and he growled, "Magnus! What are you doing!"

"I'm doing what 'he' told me to do!" Latan retorted unhappily. The old lion really knew how to pick the right time. "I'm completing my mission, and thus preventing the tragedy that will happen ten thousand years later. By the way, don't you have anything else to do besides lying on my back?"

To Latan's surprise, the usually serious old lion actually laughed out loud. "I have a lot to do, and I can't finish telling you even if I talk to you for ten days and ten nights!" The lion restrained his smile and said, "Magnus, although I don't have much hope for your wisdom, I hope you are on the right track."

Holy shit, I'm doing what he wants!

"Don't worry." Latan retorted, "I'm not like someone who says one thing and means another, insisting that he has no secrets."

The old lion roared: "Stop making innuendos and shut up!"

"Oh, you're anxious."

"you shut up!"

"You're in a hurry."

"you shut up!"

……

Latan and the Golden Lion kept bickering all the way to the door of the principal's office. Leon snorted coldly and withdrew his consciousness from the incarnation. The Red Lion patted the lime on his chest and raised his hand to knock on the door, but the sound from inside the door made his hand brake in the air.

The door was under an ear-blocking charm to prevent eavesdropping, but the spell did not block Latan's ears.

It was Mrs. Weasley, the lovely fat woman who roared like a tiger: "...First it was the warm snow, then the flying dragons, then the orcs and the Death Eaters. I will never allow these things to appear in school! Dumbledore, you can do whatever the hell you want to the time travelers, but you can't put my children in danger!"

Latan smiled and continued listening. Mrs. Weasley was such a competent mother. Ginny and Ron's lives were so enviable.

"Molly..." Dumbledore's helpless voice sounded, "I understand what you mean, and I also know that Latarn's approach is indeed inappropriate. But you have to understand that in this crisis, this child is our most precious hope."

"Children?" Mrs. Weasley said disdainfully, "I gave birth to seven children, Dumbledore, seven! I raised them myself, provided them with food, clothing and schooling! I know more about 'children' than an old glasshead like you! Even if Merlin came, Latarn Magnus would definitely not be a 'child'!"