Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

She hid in the foreshadowing at the end of the chapter, quietly waiting for the story to take a turn.

'The third chapter of the Heroic Tale...'

'This often happens when the protagonist is trapped in the deepest predicament.'

The desert hero looked at the figures desperately chasing ahead.

Sakura, the student council president, is nearing her limit.

Although the new universe is calm, it must have consumed a lot of energy.

As for that "Demon King"...

'She was like someone who had willingly tied themselves to the stake, waiting for the moment they would burn out.'

The desert hero took a deep breath, the scent of earth and grass filling her with immense excitement.

'I want to be a hero born from the ashes.'

[Walking]

She began to gradually increase her speed.

The commentator's voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Poetry and wine still maintain their lead! However—her pace has shown a noticeable dip!"

"This is a sign that her stamina is about to run out! At this distance, will her decision to change her pace be digging her own grave?!"

"Behind us, the Sakura Guild Master and the New Universe are eyeing us covetously! And there's the Desert Hero of the Outer Path. The champion of the Aoba Prize is waiting with terrifying patience for the final opportunity!"

"1000 meters to the finish line."

"The most brutal trial at Tokyo Racecourse is about to begin!"

"Now let's turn our attention to the back of the group, there are still a few people there..."

The sounds grew increasingly muffled, and the vision of poetry and wine began to blur.

The green track ahead turned into a twisted, swaying river.

With each heartbeat, the girl's vision went black.

How much further... is it...?

She wanted to look up at the finish line, but her neck was too stiff to do so.

The sound of Mercedes-Benz approaching from behind was like a tsunami.

The prelude to a desperate situation has already begun.

Such a situation?

"Boom!"

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled through the air.

Although it wasn't raining, the thick clouds were pressing down lower and lower, threatening to engulf the racecourse, which was filled with the fervor of tens of thousands of people, at any moment.

The humidity in the air was almost suffocating poetry and wine; every breath felt like swallowing sticky glue.

On the grass, muddy water stains reflected the grayish-white sunlight.

The racetrack transformed into a green ribbon soaked by rain, winding and twisting inside the massive arena.

On the ribbon, eighteen puppets, pulled by the desire to win or lose, dance a dance of life and death.

Just then.

The sounds of several Mercedes-Benz cars suddenly amplified.

Poetry and Wine could sense that the horse girls behind them were becoming even more restless.

The previously hesitant pace suddenly erupted at an unseen critical point.

A competitive spirit tore through the already oppressive atmosphere.

The rear group suddenly launched an attack.

'Why?'

Poetry and wine felt panicked, but they couldn't turn around to see what was happening behind them.

And behind the herd of horses.

"If we don't charge now, when will we?!"

A desperate roar erupted from behind the herd of horses.

Ace clenched his teeth tightly.

"The time to carefully calculate energy allocation and try to find the optimal solution is over!"

Her eyes were now filled with a gambler's madness.

She just saw it.

The "Demon King" who tore through the track at the Satsuki Sho, leaving everyone only able to look up at his back, was no longer able to maintain his original pace.

'She's dying!'

'Speed ​​is decreasing, steps are becoming disordered? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!'

"Are you content to be stretched so far apart like this forever?!"

He let out a strained roar, his pupils dilated suddenly, and excitement instantly took over his mind.

She stomped her foot hard.

"boom!"

A large chunk of mud mixed with grass roots was kicked and sent flying.

But the ace didn't care at all.

She poured all her strength into her thighs without reservation.

Muscle fibers expand instantly, and blood vessels bulge out under the skin like earthworms.

The moment my foot stepped into the mud, I heard an extremely uncomfortable "squeak" sound.

Even so, there's no need to worry about it.

She was like a train with broken brakes, rushing forward madly.

Who says only a few favorites are qualified to compete for the championship?

"Hehe, I want to take a gamble too!"

The golden victory uniform stood out starkly against the dim light of the day.

Her long hair flew wildly in the wind, and sweat mixed with mud left streaks on her face.

"Damn it... Don't try to steal the spotlight all by yourself!"

The emperor standing next to her couldn't sit still either, and rushed up with her.

The robust horse girl originally planned to wait for the last foot on the final track.

But as he watched helplessly as his ace shot past him like a cannonball, his rational defenses crumbled instantly.

She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest; the fear of being overtaken was far more deadly than her worries about her physical strength.

"I'm on this field too."

The King of Kings let out a low roar, and his center of gravity suddenly shifted forward.

The two women's influence caused a chain reaction on the field.

Feng Ying gritted her teeth, her previously steady pace completely disrupted, and Lincoln also abandoned his original plan, starting to accelerate wildly.

Even a few obscure female horses that had been almost forgotten at the back of the herd started to join in.

The entire herd of horses became completely agitated.

Mud splattered across the grass, and the air was filled with the smell of trampled grass juice.

"What……"

I could feel the atmosphere behind me.

The black horse ears of poetry and wine pressed back, almost touching the top of the head.

She heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, like an avalanche, rushing towards her at a speed she had never experienced before.

'These lunatics…'

She wanted to speed up, but her body wouldn't give her any feedback.

The lungs are like two lumps of burnt-out charcoal, only able to make a wheezing, broken bellows sound.

Every breath I take is excruciatingly painful.

The heart rate had become extremely disordered.

"Bang...bang bang...thump thump...bang bang thump..."

It has completely lost its regularity.

The double vision in my field of vision is getting worse.

She couldn't even tell whether the white inner railing in front of her was one or three rails.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 240 Can it still be steamed?

The sky, the grass, the stands—all the images were swaying slightly.

The eyes of poetry and wine have become a camera that is out of focus.

The feel underfoot was awful; with every step, the horseshoes sank deep into the watery mud.

And at that very moment—

A golden figure suddenly forced its way in from her right.

"Get out of the way!"

Ace was beaming with excitement, his eyes gleaming with a mad light.

Her shoulder nearly collided with Poetry and Wine's arm, and the wind pressure from the side slammed into Poetry and Wine's face.

Poetry and wine instinctively wanted to turn to the side, but the body's reaction speed could not keep up with consciousness.

She could only watch helplessly as the golden figure whizzed past her.

The ace even glanced back at the moment he overtook the opponent.

Her face, flushed with excitement, wore an expression of unbelievable ecstasy.

"I've actually surpassed poetry and wine!"

Followed by.

The Emperor overtook from the left, and mud and water exploded at her feet, splashing poetry and wine all over her.

One by one.

The horse girls, who should have been quietly waiting for their chance in the background, were now like sharks that had smelled blood, frantically overtaking Poetry and Wine.

And every time someone successfully surpasses them, the same expression appears on their face.

"Success!"

"I've surpassed her! I've surpassed the so-called Dark Shooting Star!"

The ace was so excited that she almost fell over. Her right foot slipped in the mud, and her body tilted sharply to the right, nearly hitting the inner railing.

But she quickly adjusted her center of gravity and staggered to regain her balance.

Then, she glanced back at the black figure left behind, her eyes filled with disbelief.

'...That invincible monster at the Satsuki Sho, actually...actually, I surpassed him?'

The intense sense of accomplishment made her briefly forget the burning sensation in her lungs and the sharp pain in her thighs.

'Is this the horse girl who could potentially become an undefeated triple crown winner?'