My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

“Dude, you know the difference between a Margherita pizza and a Jewish pizza?” Dante asked.

Minamoto Kiyotaka scratched his eyebrows and said in frustration: "Well... I really don't know."

“Pizza doesn’t scream when it’s put in the oven,” Dante grinned.

"…Dante, your joke is terrible." Minamoto Kiyotaka said, "Then do you know the difference between Italians and pasta during World War II?"

Dante was slightly surprised: "I don't know, what's the difference?"

"Pasta doesn't put itself in a box," Minamoto Kiyotaka deadpanned, "but Italians do."

"No, man!" Dante yelled. "Your joke is not much better! Listen to me: where do Arab terrorists go when they die?"

Colin put down the camera he had been taking pictures of the alchemical reactor. "I guess they're everywhere, because of Allahu Akbar."

"Merlin's lace white socks!" Dante looked at Colin with satisfaction, "You were born to do this, buddy!"

Cassandra covered her mouth with her folding fan in disgust, "How rude."

"Then why don't you say something classy, ​​sister?" Dante squinted at Cassandra in dissatisfaction.

"That's easy..." Cassandra thought for a moment. "The word 'dad' was invented in 1500. What did people call their fathers before that?"

"History question! It's difficult." Dante pinched his chin and thought hard, "Okay, I can't guess it."

Cassandra said slowly and clearly, "Motherfucker."

"You guys, that's enough!" Latan turned around and shouted from the alchemical reactor, and gave a special glare to Dante who was curled up in a ball with laughter. This kid was just bored to death, so he would have to arrange more things for him to do later.

In the warehouse of the Primaris, all the backlog of Vanguard-class Titans and Decisive Battle Tanks had been taken to London by General Gustav to satisfy the hungry appetites of the Ministry of Magic, Rhodes Island and the British royal family. The Castle Lord-class Knight Mechs were also taken by Dorn to be installed in the designated locations, leaving only an empty factory building.

The perfect place for experimentation.

Latan pulled the wrench, and a gurgling sound suddenly came from the alchemical reactor that was like a giant bell. As the pressure relief valve spurted out thick white mist, a scarlet crystal with a hint of gold rolled down the pipe like a rising sun.

This is a standard unit of sage's blood.

According to the recipe on the parchment scroll left by "him", Latan mobilized all his amazing wisdom to improve it, greatly reducing its mortality rate. The price was that Wardenal, who ingested the sage's blood for the first time, was unable to control energy with his mind, and his physical strength was far less powerful than in the original recipe.

According to calculations, if one wants to achieve the effect of the original formula, Wardenal needs to undergo multiple "blood receiving ceremonies". Five blood receiving ceremonies are required to fully develop the body, and twenty blood receiving ceremonies are required to have the ability to attack with energy.

From twenty times to fifty times, each time Wardennal receives blood, his strength, speed, and energy will be enhanced. Perhaps it will be an overall improvement, or perhaps he will become extraordinary in one aspect. It all depends on Wardennal's own talent.

His thoughts raced as Latan activated the power of the magnetic field, drawing the prismatic crystal-like blood of the sage into his palm, letting it float and rotate between his five fingers, refracting a magnificent glow.

Paper calculations can never replace practice. The answer to how high Wardenal's limit is will be revealed in the subsequent human experiments.

Turning to look at Zangief, Latan said, "Bring the experiment up."

Zangief nodded heavily, turned and walked out of the warehouse.

"And you too." Latan looked at his friends. Colin stepped forward and used his thin body to protect Cassandra, who was looking at the Blood of the Sage with longing. "Be safe."

Dante drew out the rebellious greatsword behind him, smiled and gave Latan a thumbs up; although Minamoto Kiyotaka said nothing, his body surface was already lit up with golden lines brought to him by the Nibelung serum.

"Especially you." Latan stared into Cassandra's emerald eyes. "The following scene may make you extremely uncomfortable. If you are really determined to stand shoulder to shoulder with me, watch carefully."

As the only mortal present, Cassandra held her fan in front of her face to hide the movement of her licking her lips with her tongue and winked playfully.

At this moment, Zangief's roar came from outside the warehouse: "Go in! You bunch of scum!"

The criminals that Lucius Malfoy had brought from the British government and the Ministry of Magic filed into the warehouse. Heavy shackles tied them together into a long line. There were exactly a hundred of them. Each of them was disheveled and emitting a pungent stench like dead fish and rotten shrimp.

"Comrade," Zangief handed the prisoner list to Latan and whispered, "The orc girl is still waiting for you outside."

Of course Latan knew he was referring to Kal'tsit, "Let her wait, things here will be over soon."

After saying that, Latan looked at the criminals lined up in a long queue. Among them were Muggles, wizards, and werewolves. Each of them had the blood of innocent people on their hands, and had torn countless families apart. Their crimes were unforgivable.

"Listen up, scumbags. You have all committed heinous crimes punishable by death, but I will grant your worthless lives one last chance - to become valuable experimental data. Now, anyone who hears my name, come before me."

Looking at the list in his hand, Latan raised his eyebrows jokingly: "Fenrir Kreborg."

As the magnetic field rotated, Klayberg's shackles broke. The werewolf, who enjoyed biting children, had a terrified look on his face and his legs were trembling, as if he would become incontinent in the next second.

Do you now understand the feelings of the children you attacked?

Latarn deadpanned, "Come here, good dog."

"I was wrong! My Lord! I shouldn't have harassed your sister!" Clayburgh fell to his knees and burst into tears. "Please let me go! I will serve you more loyally than when I served Voldemort!"

"Very good, then come and serve me." Latan raised his hand, and the magnetic field emblem on his chest bloomed, "As an experimental subject."

Gravity magic·gravity rope!

Purple lightning shot out, and Kreberg let out a whimpering scream. The whole person was forcibly pulled in front of Latan. His brown eyes stared at the asymmetrical eyes of the Red Devil in horror, and the Blood of the Sage was pressed heavily into the center of his forehead!

The prismatic crystals shattered instantly, transforming into countless tiny particles that drilled into Kreberg's skin. For a moment, it seemed as if hundreds of worms were wriggling beneath his face, spreading from his forehead to his neck, and disappearing beneath his dirty collar.

Latan released the gravity rope, and Kreberg collapsed to the ground like a fish out of water, making choking sounds in his throat, his spine bent like a bow, and his hands spasming like claws.

The features of a werewolf, the mane and claws that should only be visible under a full moon, now all stood out from Klayberg. His muscles began to tremble like water waves and began to expand and grow at a completely unnatural speed.

Suddenly, accompanied by a violent tremor, Klayberg's body suddenly stiffened, his bulging eyeballs instantly became filled with blood, turned into a terrifying scarlet, and then exploded!

Cassandra let out a piercing scream.

A large amount of plasma spurted out from Kreberg's seven orifices, and his swollen muscles shrank at a faster rate than when they grew, as if an invisible giant hand was trying to squeeze out all the liquid in his body!

In just a few seconds, the werewolf that was alive and kicking just now was like a squeezed-out dishwashing sponge, leaving only a charred, skinny, and twisted corpse.

Is it because the wolf poison and the sage's blood in the werewolf's body produced an immune response?

Latan coldly crossed Fenrir Kleborg's name off the list, "Next, Ned."

Ned, 27 years old, black male, Muggle, robber, murderer, rapist. After witnessing the tragic situation of Klayberg, he was dragged out of the criminal team by Latan and performed the blood ceremony.

The reaction of the sage's blood on him was equally violent. The only difference from the werewolf was that after the violent convulsions, Ned did not die from bleeding from all seven orifices. Instead, all his body indicators stabilized.

When he stood up from the ground, he had already possessed a body comparable to that of a bodybuilding champion. In the subsequent strength test, he lifted a 5-ton jeep and held on for 3 seconds.

Then he was smashed into a pool of meat by the car.

The scene was so horrific that Cassandra and Colin vomited, Dante's face turned paler than his hair, and Minamoto Kiyotaka closed his eyes and turned his head away.

The strength level of Wardenal after receiving blood for the first time did not match the calculation. Was it because he did not get rest and replenish nutrients?

Latan crossed out Ned's name, "Next, Yani."

Yani, 33 years old, white female, wizard, resale of rare magical animals, use of three forbidden spells, killing people.

The blood-receiving ceremony went smoothly. After becoming Vodnar, Yani immediately demonstrated the ability to control energy. When using this ability, her eyeballs were completely dyed with blue light. A ring of light interwoven around her head, and a supernatural freezing phenomenon occurred around her body.

She could condense energy into balls of light and shoot them out from her halo, with enough power to destroy a jeep. After using all her energy to attack 42 times, she died of a burnt brain.

The wizard who became Wardenar was more inclined towards energy attacks, but excessive use of energy attacks would cause overheating of the brain. Multiple blood receiving should be able to alleviate this side effect...

Latan, who forced Yani to continue using energy attacks, crossed out her name, "Next, Toland."

Toland, 19, white male, Muggle, arson, drug trafficking, burglary, murder.

Died in a blood ritual.

"Next, John."

John, 54 years old, male, werewolf.

Died in a blood ritual.

"Next, Lina Chen."

Lina Chen, 47 years old, female, Muggle.

During the Wardenal speed test, he ran at full speed for 2 hours and 18 minutes until he was exhausted and was dragged into a special treadmill and died. His average speed before death was 41 km/h.

"Next……"

…………

Time passed and bodies were lying everywhere.

Like Dante and the others, Cassandra had become numb in the face of death. Only when her eyes fell on Latan's expressionless face did she reveal a little fear - and admiration.

Men, women, Muggles, wizards, werewolves... so many people died under the execution name of "experiments".

But no matter how many wails and pleas for mercy were heard, no matter how sudden and horrific the way of death was, it could not shake this piece of steel in the slightest.

She felt like a blind person touching an elephant, mistaking the ivory in her hand for the whole elephant, but she didn't know that the giant beast - Latan Magnus, under his usual easy-going and gentle appearance, had a heart harder and colder than permafrost.

Really...

So charming!

Feeling heat rising in her lower abdomen, Cassandra hugged herself tightly. Only in this way could she restrain the desire to hug and kiss Latan.

In the Herbology class, Professor Sprout said that poisonous tentacles grow best in cold and dark places. So who could be more suitable for him who is as cold and hard as ice than her who is as mean and sharp as poisonous tentacles?

Cassandra suddenly burst into tears. The merciful God gave her the talent of a wizard, surely so that she could always be by Latan's side.