My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Latan, a German, stood in front of the box door and looked at the Japanese Minamoto Kiyotaka and the Italian Dante Spada, feeling a sense of absurdity and ridiculousness.

What Axis Rally.

"Are we the only three supervisors?" Latan asked, still standing at the door of the box with no intention of going in.

Because the guy named Dante and Virgil Sparta, who was listed on the list of time travelers given to him by Dumbledore, not only had the same form, but also looked exactly the same.

It is hard not to doubt the relationship between the two of them and the possibility that Dante is also a time traveler.

It is safer to maintain a distance that allows you to strike at any time.

"Old Deng should have told you, right? You two are my helpers."

Dante sat up and crossed his legs nonchalantly. Although his face looked a bit childish, his inhuman handsomeness was already revealed. "Minamoto Kiyotaka, you should explain the relationship between me and Virgil to the newcomers. I'm too lazy to explain it again."

"Dante, please allow me to remind you that you two are my helpers."

Minamoto Kiyotaka said with a smile, his delicate eyes like a woman's shone with a cold light, like a samurai sword refracted in the sunlight, making his thin and fair face look a bit weird: "In short, Dante and Virgil are indeed twins, but the soul in Virgil has been replaced by a time traveler. The purpose of Dante's admission is to kill the time traveler Virgil and avenge his brother's soul."

“Don’t make me sound so noble.” Dante narrowed his blue eyes. “I just simply don’t like that time traveler. He actually used my brother’s face to make such a stupid expression… ‘Hahaha, I became Virgil, I have devil blood, I hold the Yama Sword, I am invincible!’”

He imitated the time traveler's tone and put on a distorted smile because of the sudden power, then returned to normal and said coldly: "Virgil is not that kind of person. He will never kill our mother for some bullshit power."

Latan was slightly shocked, and there was a bit of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Dante, while his disgust for the time traveler deepened a little.

Time travelers are really just a bunch of morally corrupt trash!

"What an impressive speech. Now please allow me to introduce myself."

Minamoto Kiyotaka sat up straight and slightly opened his smiling eyes. His irises were as bright as molten gold and his pupils were a narrow slit. Just by looking into those eyes, one could feel an invisible sense of oppression.

"My name is Minamoto Kiyotaka, a human-dragon hybrid created by the Eight Snake Clan. Because of the high possibility of my bloodline getting out of control, I was treated as a failure and thrown into a shelter in the mountains to die. Before being chosen by Mr. Dumbledore, my name was WE-008. It was Mr. Dumbledore who gave me the chance to be reborn, and I became a supervisor only to repay the headmaster's kindness."

"Can humans and fire dragons be interbred?" Latan asked curiously.

"It's not the fire dragon from the magic world!" Minamoto Kiyotaka explained hastily, "It's... how should I put it? You can simply understand the dragon I'm talking about as some kind of more advanced existence. It is said that the origin of alchemy is closely related to the dragon clan."

"Hey, big guy." Dante propped his elbows on his knees and tilted his head to look at Latan's... knees. "We've been talking for so long, and you still haven't told me who you are."

"Latan Magnus, a half-giant from Germany."

Dante raised his eyebrows: "That's it?"

Latan thought about it carefully and said honestly: "I am very strong, I like reading, and the food I hate most is potatoes."

"What kind of elementary school self-introduction is that!" Dante roared.

"What you mean, Dante-kun, is how strong are you?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka helped Ratan put the suitcase on the luggage rack above the seat. His seemingly slender body was filled with strength beyond his size. "After all, according to Mr. Dumbledore's description, the time traveler we are dealing with has powers that do not belong to this world. As supervisors, it is very necessary for us to understand each other's strength for the future cooperation."

This is indeed the truth, but how can we better demonstrate our strength?

We need to show our own characteristics, but also be reserved...

Latan looked around, spread his palm and placed it on the wrought iron wall of the box. As his five fingers slowly bent, under the surprised gazes of Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka, his fingertips directly inserted into the wrought iron. The five-millimeter-thick metal plate screamed and curled up, as if it was just a fragile piece of paper.

When his palm was clenched into a fist, a large palm-shaped hole was left on the wall of the box. Latan hung his fist above the table between Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka with an expressionless face. The blood vessels on the back of his hand swelled and twisted like twisted tree roots, and then he loosened his fingers one by one.

An irregular metal sphere fell from his palm, bounced on the table a few times and then came to rest.

Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka took a closer look and saw that the red-haired giant's palm prints and fingerprints were clearly engraved on the surface of the irregular sphere!

What a strange power! It's like a human-shaped industrial roller press!

"My current strength can only go so far." Latan lied calmly, "If I train hard, or wait until my body is fully developed, I should be able to crush it into iron mud. Oh, and I can also control gravity in a small range."

With his hands spread out flat, deep purple arcs of electricity gushed out from his palms. Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka first saw the small ball on the table floating up, and then their buttocks left the chairs, almost breaking free from the constraints of gravity like astronauts in a space station!

Latan kept his feet firmly on the ground, as his shoulders and back were against the ceiling of the box, and said to the two men who were waving their arms and legs in the air, "This is all I can do. What about you?"

The deep purple arc suddenly disappeared, and Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka immediately fell from the air. The human-dragon hybrid fell heavily to his seat, holding his buttocks and screaming in pain. At the same time, the son of Sparta supported the table with one hand, landed in a chic posture, raised his hand and made a move -

Latan watched as a long strip of pale yellow canvas package flew down from the luggage rack, the thick hemp rope knot untied itself, and a dark silver sword shot out from it... and then used its Gothic-style hilt to hit Dante hard on the head.

It hurts to hear it.

Dante's expression was distorted. He raised his hand to cover the obviously swollen back of his head. He lifted the dark silver sword that was taller than him from the ground and showed it to Latan with the hilt embossed with skulls and ghost faces. He said unhappily, "This thing is called Rebellion. It was left to me by my irresponsible father, just like the Yama Blade he left to Virgil. Even I don't know how powerful it is."

Minamoto Kiyotaka was obviously holding back a laugh, "Dante-kun, your sword is indeed very rebellious."

Dante glared at Minamoto no Kiyotaka fiercely, muttered curses in Italian, picked up the canvas and tied the rebel sword back together.

Latan looked at Minamoto Kiyotaka and asked in a Japanese accent, "What are the abilities of this Excellency?"

"I am just a commoner, how dare I be called Your Excellency?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka could actually bow while sitting, and when he straightened up, his golden eyes were completely open!

A light as bright as a gas lamp rushed out from the bottom of his eyes, and he shouted out with a solemn and ancient voice like a loud bell. His fair skin was covered with blue-black blood vessels, and his muscles swelled unnaturally!

At this moment, he no longer looked weak at all, only the horror of a demon and the majesty of an emperor remained!

However, this state came and went quickly. After only two or three breaths, Yuan Qinglong deflated like a deflated ball. His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and one could even see the blood vessels beneath the skin. A weak golden light seeped through the gaps between his closed eyes.

"The power of the dragon race is hidden in language and words, which are called 'Word Spirits'. As a hybrid, I can only use one of them, Serial Number 09's Ghost Victory. It can greatly increase strength and flexibility in a short period of time, and block pain. The disadvantage is that after the Word Spirit loses its effect, I will fall into a weak state, or even fall into a coma."

Minamoto Kiyotaka took out a piece of sugar from his robe pocket, peeled off the wrapper and put it in his mouth to chew, his face looked a little better. Latan saw that his pocket was bulging with candies of various shapes.

"Well, there's no normal person in our room." Dante crossed his legs and put them on the table. "I'm half-human, half-demon, Minamoto Kiyotaka is half-human, half-dragon, and you big guy are half-human, half-giant. It's a great meeting of hybrids."

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore believes that we will feel close to each other because of our common half-blood identity and thus work together in supervising time travelers." Latan guessed reasonably.

"I don't care about all these twists and turns! Let me tell you in advance," Dante frowned, "Virgil belongs to me, and only I can kill the time traveler who occupied my brother's body!"

"It doesn't matter to me." Minamoto Kiyotaka said with a smile, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his school uniform robe, "Latan-kun, don't stand, sit down."

"Just call me Latan."

The red-haired giant sat down next to Dante, and the cotton seat immediately creaked. The short seat could only support half of Latan's buttocks, and Dante was squeezed directly against the wall.

"Can't you move closer?!" Dante was a little breathless. He could feel something hard pressing against his waist under the giant's robe.

Latan pulled out his tungsten alloy wand and leaned it against the door, making sure he could reach it with just a stretch of his hand. At the same time, he gestured "please" to the wide seat next to Minamoto Kiyotaka and said expressionlessly, "Perhaps you can use your subjective initiative."

Dante said stubbornly: "I will never——"

The Hogwarts Express happened to pass a bend, and under the influence of centrifugal force, Latarn leaned completely on Dante, pressing him so hard that he let out a scream like a rubber duck.

"Okay! Okay! Can't I just go over there?!"

In order to avoid dying halfway through his studies, Dante almost crawled to sit next to Minamoto no Kiyotaka, with a look of joy on his face at having survived a disaster.

Minamoto Kiyotaka smiled and took out a handful of candy from his pocket: "Come pick one and replenish your sugar intake."

Dante squinted at him with disdain. "All I want now is spaghetti covered in red sauce that my mom made herself. Unfortunately, she's dead."

"At least you once had a mother." Minamoto Kiyotaka maintained a mask-like smile, "Unlike me, who was created from a petri dish."

Dante pursed his lips, turned his face away, and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

"If you eat a candy, I will forgive you." Minamoto Kiyotaka said in a light tone, perfectly concealing his sadness.

Latan suddenly felt that he was still lucky. Although Lena was paralyzed in a wheelchair, lifeless like a dead person and even had difficulty speaking, at least his mother was still alive and there was even hope of recovery.

Is this what the book calls “comparing misery”?

The red-haired giant felt sick at the relief he felt.

It shouldn't be like this. If there were no time traveler, Dante's brother Virgil wouldn't have been possessed by his body, he wouldn't have killed his mother for power, and the eleven-year-old Dante wouldn't have been filled with murderous intent.

If there had been no time traveler, Mr. Weasley would not have almost committed murder, and that happy, lively and humane family would not have been on the verge of breaking up.