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Chapter 494 NO.77 is actually Gundam!
"Catch up! The other racehorse girls are trying to catch up with Miura Bourbon, and they will never allow Miura Bourbon to continue to show off her extreme speed like no one else!"

"This is just a prologue. Such a fierce competition is not very optimistic."

"Just like what Mr. Wen said! At this moment, the whole herd of horses is almost stuck together in order to chase Miura Bourbon, which makes more horse girls unable to get their speed!

"In contrast, the pace of the first group is very stable, which is in stark contrast to the chaotic second group that keeps changing their order."

"It's like the gap between a Gundam with three reds and a non-brand machine..."

"Hey, that, Mr. Wen, please describe it in a more friendly way!"

"Ah? Isn't Gundam a very common armed vehicle now? There are several parked at Tianmen Airport."

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For communication that has nothing to do with the game, if it is placed in a G-level event, the host will not only have to deduct his salary, but may also risk bowing and apologizing or even resigning.

But OP-level competitions are not so strict. After all, sometimes, some players may really be able to fish up Gundams—it’s just that the players who should be disqualified are the players.

Anyway, it's a bit outrageous to start a giant robot in the arena, you should go to the 'GBN' (Gunpla Battle Network) next door, not here.

But this does not prevent a certain horse racing girl from being called Gundam, let alone a certain horse racing girl is indeed a fan of Gundam animation.

It’s just that this fan won’t be fluctuated by the host’s speech, it’s better to say that not being moved by things other than the competition is the professional foundation of an athlete, so Miura Bourbon just stepped into the middle game calmly——in countless horses Mother is desperately chasing.

Ari Tachoko: "Ah...it's this kind of messy rhythm again, is the pressure so strong?"

Manchester City Cafe: "...No, there is no rhythm at all...Is this the quasi-triple crown...No, you can't say that, 'friend'."

Really witty: "Is this a recent trend? Does Kalian sauce have to beat the rhythm to capture everyone?"

Yuzao Cross: "Uh... We don't think it's necessary... Ordinary games shouldn't be like this..."

Mi Yu: "Student Bourbon... so amazing..."

...As these underage players said, the current situation in the racetrack has completely collapsed.

Even Xintiaoqian could see that these horse girls were running around.

Don't talk about rhythm or anything, no one has rhythm at all.

All the horse girls on the field are trying to catch up with Miura Bourbon, but most of them are not suitable for escape.

If you can't achieve interference, you can't win the first place.

If you want to achieve interference, you must abandon the established plan and at least touch the other party's splashed dust.

After all, horse racing is not a karting props race. All restraint skills take effect by range selection, not precise locking, so they must at least barely catch up with each other's speed.

In other words, invest now the physical strength that should have been reserved for the rear.

This is the complete opposite of yesterday's Cosmos Awards.

In yesterday's game, those horse girls who were chased by Manchester City's cafes all went out of order, just like the legend in the era of Narita Shirahito that 'the horse girls who are chased by monsters who are not afraid of shadows will collapse'.

So when seeing the performance of the cafe, Narita Shirahito's reaction can be said to be excited.

In contrast, seeing this Bourbon arena, this adult horse girl who is about to retire is silent.

Looking at each of the horse girls as if falling into hysterical madness in the chase, it was like a certain senior in memory.

On the contrary, a retired horse girl couldn't help sighing: "Although I had expected it long ago, I still have to praise what a good kid I really saw. Rudolph will be very pleased to see it."

After all, what the emperor expected was the prosperity of Saima Niang, just like her opening remarks at the opening ceremony:

Bai Jun is lucky.

As her opponent and friend, representative Qian Ming naturally knows.

But what Narita Bairen raised after hearing the words was a more practical topic:
"If you let Maruzenski see it, you will be even more excited."

The red sports car with a 54-horse body that once won the opponent was once known as the strongest escaped horse.

but……

"Maruzen is actually the first player, but the big escape should be quite attractive to her." Representative Qianming, a social expert who also has a deep friendship with Maruzenski, can tell the truth.

Then he looked up at the sky expectantly.

"I'm really curious about her reaction when she looks back at Bourbon's game. She has been honest for many years."

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【Difficulty を企り越える者】/A person who overcomes difficulties
【势い任せ】/Move with the trend
【先头プライド】/The pride of the leader

【sticky waist】/perseverance
【Quick ぎ foot】/ hurry
The so-called catching up with Miura Bourbon is the goal of every player on the field, but this goal is far away, even if they have devoted all their efforts, even if they even prepared some off-the-market moves that are allowed in OP-level events, But if you can't get close enough, it's no use.

Even if it's just a horse body...

They cannot admit the gap.

Can't bear the shame of being completely crushed.

He would rather bet everything in the whole game for a momentary victory, and even had the idea of ​​"Even if only I can touch it, at least the champion will be someone among the other players" - such a thought seems to be a noble sacrifice.

They are chasing the 'cyber horse girl', just like the people who were like when AI first appeared hundreds of years ago.

People at that time were unable to resist the unemployment caused by the liberation of productivity by AI, and preferred to choose to destroy the carrier of AI as their own resistance.

They gathered spontaneously, shouting in their mouths to go back to the era of human beings, but they didn't realize that there were still human beings behind AI, and it was also human beings who created AI.

Their unemployment is not caused by the enhanced tools, but by the expectations of those above them who hold the tools.

In the ten years since then, many things have happened.

After social reforms, policy changes, and the era of harmonious coexistence between AI and humans has really come, there are still a group of people who stubbornly resist AI, violently destroy AI, and still carry out terrorist attacks under the banner of AI making them unemployed.

What's up with this?
At this point, it is no longer AI that really makes them unemployed, and there are still a large number of human practitioners in their industry.

And under the banner of boycotting AI, they have only one reason from beginning to end:
Weak.

Uneasy because of weakness, restless because of failure.

Fear of the future and prospects.

Then, where the fear was at its height, a frenzied evil fire was born.

So there is a crazy flesh and blood that will do anything to fight against the ruthless machinery——

—and then crushed by icy steel.

The cold machine doesn't care about those emotions, doesn't care about those ideals, as long as the goal is entered, they will be executed.

With extremely precise calculations and impeccable logic, they have will, but do not need emotion, and follow the expectations of the user (Master).

Follow the Master's expectations, and dominate the entire Kokura Racecourse with your steely footsteps.

In this way, he entered the final straight line at the end of the game at a speed that no one could catch up with.

By widening the gap of seven horses, the streamer of thunder and lightning became more intense in his eyes, and he was able to see the clear starry sky.

There is no crescent moon in the starry sky, and she can't feel the cold gaze from the audience, which makes her feel more at ease.

This is the Master's trust in her, and it is to repay that trust.

【G00 1st. F∞;】

"Not equipped with a winning system, give up particle dispersion, and instead increase all output."

Without the tie-in of the decisive suit, there was no attack opening in the field of vision at that moment, but only the deserted rocks with ruined walls.

But this does not prevent her from reporting to the dispatcher.

"Release the limiter...prepare everything to be normal."

"Mihono Bourbon, strike!"

　As I wrote and wrote, I found that Omer, who only hoped that Bourbon would win normally, was very much like the logistics master who made fools make three reds (x)

　　
　
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