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

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The last two hundred meters of the track.

The tyrannical aura transformed into tangible wind pressure, and both the new universe and the desert hero simultaneously felt the domineering influence of poetry and wine.

The three colors were locked in a frenzied battle in the muddy hell.

At this distance, they could even clearly hear their opponent's desperate gasps for breath.

The new universe once again felt doubt.

Just like when Satsuki was enjoying the scenery.

The black entity beside him could not be incorporated into any known logical model.

'Why can it still accelerate?'

"Non-capisco..."

The new universe gritted its teeth, trying to correct this mistake with a more perfect running style.

But she was already trapped by the chaotic black gravity.

On the other side.

The desert hero felt as if his sword had struck a cloud of black mist.

'Is this... the Demon King?'

She could feel the chill emanating from the black-haired girl beside her.

Poetry and wine have become so indifferent to their own lives that those around them can easily perceive it.

'To win... you'd even risk your life?'

The desert hero's pupils trembled violently.

The heroes she admired fought for glory.

But the poetry and wine before us…

Under the clash of these powerful forces, the desert hero's originally unstoppable pace became slightly disrupted.

This tiny mistake...

That's enough for poetry and wine.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Poetry and wine cannot hear the cheers around them.

The clamor of tens of thousands of people was completely blocked by her consciousness.

All that remained in her world was a heart about to explode and the finish line ahead.

Poetry and wine have abandoned all techniques.

The black tyrant has only one option left: to devour everything.

She will step onto her throne.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 244 The Winner

The grass beneath my feet has been trampled so much by poetry and wine that it has developed huge wounds.

Amidst the impenetrable encirclement, poetry and wine found a gap and forcefully carved themselves in with terrifying force.

Abandon all your mental energy and compress it all into your heart, then detonate it to generate thrust.

First, the tip of the nose.

Then there was the neck, soaked with sweat and heaving violently.

Then came the poetry and wine, carried on the tide.

She was now a full body length ahead.

"Varied--!"

The blue pupils of the new universe suddenly contracted, and the desert hero's mind trembled violently as both were swept away by a terrifying black aura.

"Break through—!! It's a breakout!!!"

The commentator had already stepped onto the chair, his hands gripping the microphone tightly, veins bulging on his neck, as he let out a deafening roar.

"Caught between the overwhelming forces of the Desert Heroes and the New Universe! On the brink of utter defeat!!"

"Poetry and wine!! Poetry and wine, she burst forth!!!"

In the scene, the all-black figure transforms into a wild beast that has broken free of its chains, its blood-red maw filled with fangs wide open.

"She bit their throats! She was going to swallow all the glory, all the light, whole!"

"What an obsession! What utter violence!!"

"This is Tokyo Racecourse!! We are about to witness a new miracle!"

……

They were left behind.

In just a moment of astonishment, the balance of victory shifted irreversibly.

A look of bewilderment flashed in Xin Yuzhou's eyes as he watched the black figure rapidly shrink in his field of vision.

The starlight she observed was mercilessly swallowed up by the black hole.

The original path has been obliterated.

“crashed.”

She lost to something immeasurable.

On the outside.

The desert hero gritted his teeth and desperately tried to move his heavy legs to catch up.

But the aura emanating from that figure was too strong, so strong that it made her feel powerless as she chased after a natural disaster.

'Is this... the "Demon King" to whom even heroes bow?'

At the very front, in the eye of the storm that created all this chaos.

The world of poetry and wine has collapsed into a single crimson.

She could see nothing, and her hearing was completely drowned out by the thunderous roar of her heart.

My body had melted into the wind, leaving only the will to move forward to propel me onward.

[LV.3 Whistling sound, this is the light hoofbeat of a golden goose flying through the air]

"what!"

In everyone's eyes, the black figure that had been staggering suddenly accelerated again in the last 100 meters!

A layer of black light appeared on her body.

The horse girls present all felt a gust of wind.

And poetry and wine.

She is the wind itself.

50 m.

The streak of light left a long black trail behind it.

30 m.

She completely left the cheers of tens of thousands of people behind.

10 m.

She couldn't even feel her own existence anymore.

Poetry and wine have closed their eyes.

"Crossing the line!!!!!"

"Snap—" "Snap—"

Countless flashes went off simultaneously, freezing this moment into eternity.

At the finish line of Tokyo Racecourse, shrouded in dark clouds and filled with dampness.

A black meteor streaked across the sky.

The black-haired girl crushed all doubts into the dust of history.

The 70th Japan Derby (G1).

2 minute 32.2 seconds.

The victor—poetry and wine.

……

The world's clamor has ceased.

The will that sustained the broken body of poetry and wine to win the game has self-destructed.

"Om-"

A sharp ringing in my ears filled my brain, shutting out the cheers of the audience.

The blood-red color in the field of vision quickly faded, replaced by large patches of black spots.

The body, which had become light due to "spiritual ecstasy," suddenly became heavier than if it were filled with lead.

'it's over……'

The legs, which had lost control, could no longer maintain their balance.

At the center of the stage, under the spotlight, behind the finish line that symbolizes the pinnacle of a generation.

The newly crowned two-time champions helplessly plunged into the muddy, sewage-filled cesspool.

The immense inertia caused her to slide several meters through the mud, her black victory uniform instantly swallowed by the filth, and her once flowing long hair scattered messily on the ground.

She did not stand up again.

It didn't even struggle.

The black bird, its wing broken, lay silently in the mud after falling.

"Tick."

A drop of icy liquid pierced through the thick clouds and landed on the cheek of Poetry and Wine.

Then came the second and the third.

"Swish—"

A fine drizzle began to fall without warning over the already sweltering Tokyo Racecourse.

The rain wasn't heavy, but it densely enveloped the entire stadium.

For ordinary people, this is just slightly disappointing weather.

For the black-haired girl on the field, it was more than just a disappointment.

The already unconscious Poetry and Wine convulsed slightly due to the stimulation of the cold touch.