My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

"High energy reaction detected at Hogwarts!"

The alarm on the PRTS terminal startled Dr. Avery, who quickly lowered his head to activate the screen of the data board. The drone's perspective, looking down at the earth from the sky, immediately came into view. On a piece of wasteland, Latan Magnus was fiercely fighting with a white-haired man...

Plow the land?

Dr. Avery could not help scratching his head as he watched on the screen Latan and the white-haired man wielding hoes shoulder to shoulder, flattening and compacting the soil with great enthusiasm. There was a circle of ordinary people in camouflage uniforms watching around them, and there was also a woman holding a sleeping child in the crowd. The atmosphere on the scene was just like that of families in the countryside working together to reclaim wasteland and open up fields.

It's just baffling.

It seems that the magic field around Hogwarts is still very powerful. Even the drones exchanged from the system will be disturbed, and they say this farm party is some kind of high-energy reaction... Apart from a nuclear bomb explosion, what else on Earth can make the drones made by Terra in Arknights feel high-energy?

Absolutely not!

"Dr. Avery?" Minister Fudge, who was sitting across the conference table, reminded, "We are still in a meeting."

"Please forgive my offense." Dr. Avery said this, but he did not even take off his hood. He just turned off the screen of the PRTS terminal and looked around at the government officials sitting at the table. "Where were we just talking about?"

Dr. Avery was not worried about Latarn at all. Even though he had grown to 2.7 meters tall when he was in the first grade, he was essentially just an 11-year-old kid. As soon as Kelsey arrived at Hogwarts, she scared the kid so much that he immediately formed an alliance with her.

Besides, he has the trump card of the Darkin Sword Demon Aatrox in his hand. What kind of waves can a Latan Magnus make?

Unless there are twenty more guys as strong as this guy!

With a smug mood, Dr. Avery smiled and glanced at the bigwigs sitting at the conference table. In addition to Minister of Magic Fudge, there were also the current British Army Commander, the current British Royal Navy Commander, the current British Royal Air Force Commander, as well as members of the House of Commons and the House of Lords, and the current British Prime Minister Major who was elected by them.

Prime Minister Major is Fudge's immediate superior, although only in name. The Ministry of Magic will not listen to the orders of a Muggle.

The one sitting at the very top is even more important. Although she looks like a peaceful old lady, she is none other than the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Elizabeth II!

Although the British royal family has no real power, the fact that they invited this old man to serve as a figurehead is enough to show how much the British government values ​​Dr. Avery.

Because the Palace of Westminster was destroyed by mutated humans and animals in the warm snow, these British dignitaries could only gather at Wembley Stadium in London. The royal guards cleared the boxes on the top floor of the stadium and used them as meeting rooms.

"Mr. Avery, let me repeat your request." Prime Minister Major had a very long, dull face and a voice as boring as a puppet. "You want to mobilize all the military forces in the UK, consume tens of millions of tons of metal, and spend tens of billions of pounds to complete your Ark Project - to build a giant land-based ship that can accommodate the country's elites and entrepreneurs?"

Dr. Avery nodded calmly. "That's right."

"Ridiculous!" The naval commander was a tall, thin old man with a completely bald head, except for a little hair on the back. "Let's not talk about whether you can build a landship. Just forcing soldiers and workers to build this thing is enough to cause a riot!"

"Sir, are you using the gun in your hand to beat eggs?" Dr. Avery asked. "If there are people who oppose, you suppress them with force. If there are people who riot, you deceive them with lies, making those ignorant and stupid civilians believe that we are building giant ships for them. Besides, there is a place for you on my ship. You politicians are putting on a show for the people, and you want to deceive me too?"

The naval commander's face turned red and white, and in the end he said nothing and sat down with a groan.

"You and Minister Fudge are planning to have the army purchase the so-called..." Prime Minister Major reconfirmed the name on the document, "weapons and equipment produced by the Priory of the Holy Sepulchre?"

I have to give that eleven-year-old kid a taste of sweetness so that he will be more willing to be my Rhode Island manufacturing factory.

Dr. Avery thought to himself and nodded again: "That's right."

This time it was the turn of the Army Commander to get impatient. "I can't accept this," he said, standing up. "Replacing equipment means retraining soldiers to operate them. Besides, the British Empire has the most advanced weapons in the world except for the United States. We don't need the Priory of the Holy Sepulchre to tell us what to do!"

Looking at the short and fat old man with a red face, Dr. Avery said calmly: "Since Britain's weapons are so advanced, the Army's Challenger series tanks must be able to reach a main gun firing rate of 350 rounds per minute, right?"

The short and fat old man's momentum faltered, and he gritted his teeth unwillingly and squeezed out the words: "No."

"Then the Warrior Infantry Fighting Vehicle must be equipped with five vector engines on its chassis, allowing it to take off vertically?" Dr. Avery asked aggressively.

“No!” The short and fat old man’s face looked like a red balloon that was too inflated and would burst at any time.

"Then pay up." Dr. Avery leaned back in his chair nonchalantly and picked up the PRTS terminal. "One Magnus I tank is worth an entire British armored infantry regiment. Imagine if we had a hundred Magnus I tanks, then even the United States couldn't stop us from restoring the great glory of the British Empire."

"Let me be fair." The Air Force Commander was a burly middle-aged man with a slightly fat belly and clean-shaven cheeks. "Even if the performance of the Magnus I is much better than our army's armored vehicles, we cannot blindly introduce new equipment. If the Holy Order tamper with the tanks..."

"I have the most professional mechanical experts under my command, who are capable of troubleshooting any problems." Dr. Avery pointed impatiently at the anaconda he appointed as his assistant. "Besides, it's just an outdated tank. It's just a tin can on Terra. What can the Priory of the Holy Sepulchre do to it? Can the tanks they sold to us turn around and attack us?"

"Everyone, please express your opinions." Queen Elizabeth II, who was at the head of the conference table, suddenly spoke up. The peaceful-looking old woman was the first to raise her hand. "Although the royal family no longer has real power, I agree with Mr. Avery's plan."

Prime Minister Major followed up: "I agree."

"And me." Minister Fudge raised his hand.

The Army Commander's face was twisted, but he finally raised his hand reluctantly.

The Air Force and Navy commanders looked at each other, sighed slightly, and raised their hands at the same time.

With their attitude, it didn't matter what the remaining congressmen thought. Dr. Avery glanced at the heads of various government departments who raised their hands to express their agreement, and looked down at the PRTS tablet.

A land shrouded in night appeared on the screen. Latan rode a giant dragon with red and black scales and flew all the way to the northwest coastal area of ​​​​England, where Godzilla landed.

Dr. Avery couldn't help but frown. Godzilla left after destroying the nuclear power plant. What did this hybrid giant want to do there?

"Energy is a very important resource in war." A full-of-energy voice suddenly rang in Dr. Avery's ears, and he was so scared that he almost threw the PRTS tablet at the Queen of England's face.

Looking back, it was indeed Flame Tail Knight Sona, the most useless six-star vanguard in the game, with no panel and no mechanism. Dr. Avery didn't like this red squirrel before he traveled through time.

But... after traveling through time, every time Dr. Avery looked into Sona's golden amber eyes, he felt that every bit of courage in his body was devoured by an invisible hideous monster. He couldn't even say any reprimanding words to Sona, or do anything to torture her.

"So?" Dr. Avery said impatiently. This was the strongest negative emotion he could express to Sona.

"Aren't you afraid that Latan Magnus will start an energy war with you?" Sona's eyes sparkled when she smiled, and she was very beautiful. "If Hogwarts Castle uses nuclear energy, you won't be able to punish him in this way."

Nuclear energy? Not to mention that the radioactive elements in the reactor of the Sellafield Nuclear Power Plant were eaten up by Godzilla, a small medieval castle and a vocational school for high school students, do they really need nuclear energy?

Dr. Avery laughed dumbly and waved his hands, saying, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Yanwei placed his hand on the hilt of the rapier at his waist, raised half of his eyebrows slightly, and his big red tail swayed slightly behind him: "Are you really not worried at all?"

"What are you worried about? Even if Magnus wants to go against me, I'm only worried that his power is not strong enough and that my Rhodes Island won't be able to crush him." Dr. Avery said arrogantly, "Even if Magnus and Godzilla join forces, I have the Deep Sea Hunters, the Reunion Movement, and Rhodes Island under my command. I have a strong army and a strong horse. In addition, I am the Babel Tower Evil Spirit, who serves as the strongest brain. If I can control a vocational school and a monster, shouldn't it be easy for me to defeat them?"

"It's better to be cautious." Flametail said meaningfully.

Dr. Avery stopped laughing and asked seriously, "Guess, is Godzilla more important to me, or is Magnus more important to me?"

"Magnus?"

Dr. Avery shook his head.

"It can't be Godzilla, right?"

"Wrong." Dr. Avery held up a finger. "It's important to me without them."

"That nuclear reactor thing..."

"Don't worry about him."

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"Your engine model is too old, but the magic runes on it make up for it. If you replace the entire engine, there may be some idling and malfunctions. So I suggest that you install this nuclear reactor while updating the engine model."

Ratan pointed to the reactor that Ultraman Next had dug out from the ruins of the nuclear power plant, and said to the old witch of the Hogwarts Express, who was the machine soul of this magic steam train.

The old witch had a kind face. Although she looked like an old woman, she showed no signs of aging when she stood and walked. This human appearance was just a disguise of the machine spirit. She looked up at the nuclear reactor in Latan's hand, which was bigger than the front of her car, and said helplessly, "It can't be put in. It doesn't look like it can be put in, right?"

Ultraman Next: “Huh!”

"Colin is right." Latan nodded. "We can solve this problem by using the traceless extension spell. The ammunition compartment of the Type I decisive battle tank is designed with the same idea. And the external armor of the entire train needs to be greatly modified so that it can exert its full firepower."

The old witch was shocked: "Firepower? I only have a school bus, what firepower do I need?"

Ultraman Next: “Huh!”

"Even Colin knows why you need more firepower." Ratan looked at the machine soul that had been intoxicated in peace for too long with regret. "You are the only train that can go directly to the heart of the British capital. As long as it is needed, your mobility will play an unexpected role. Besides, don't you want to make the journey of little wizards to and from school safer?"

"...If that's the reason...I can accept the transformation." The old witch machine soul pursed her lips, "But what should I change it into? Will it scare the new students who enroll every year?"

Latan smiled and said, "Do you know the Gustav railway gun?"

The "Y"-shaped red light on Ultraman Next's chest suddenly flashed. He transformed twice a day, and even though his cells had been repaired by the power of the magnetic field, it was still a heavy burden.

He nodded slowly and weakly, and said in a low voice: "Huh!"

"I'm not surprised at all." The old witch smiled bitterly, "Come on, I'm ready."