Chapter 1657: NO. 272: Interchapter ?Heaven and Earth Creation and the Cross?

NO. 272: Interchapter? Heaven and Earth Creation and the Cross?

Generally speaking, retired athletes will show an exponential decline in popularity within three to five years.

But in the horse racing world, there has always been a group of horse girls who stand firm in the unconventional T0 tier.

Just by publicly posting an attitude of wanting to participate in a race, the topic can jump into the top twenty on Umastagram.

——One of the selection criteria for the Dream Cup is thus easily achieved.

Once officially entered into the roster, it can only be overshadowed by the hype of the Jidong Derby champion's emergence, easily surpassing the interview enthusiasm of the trainers of the four outstanding performers in the Jidong Derby.

The charm of Triple Crown horse girls always drives people mad, while some who didn't win the Triple Crown can still earn titles like 'Monster', 'Oddstone', 'Overlord', 'Ace' for that edition, becoming the brightest star of that generation of horse girls, and likewise able to enter the unconventional T0 tier.

Such horse girls naturally began preparations from the year before the Dream Cup's announcement, and they also have full confidence in their condition before the last-minute cramming.

Even if the condition of that leg is problematic, and Qianming, the representative ordered to limit full-power activations, still lacks none of this confidence.

Unrelated to the name of a king, unrelated to adding luster to titles.

This is merely a horse girl's confidence in her own running ability.

But——

Can the confidence of the old-timers really apply to the new generation's racetrack?

In the eyes of the Golden Master and the Noble Lady, a similar idea flickers.

In the Ancient Horse Year, horse girls who gallop are always regarded as the ultimate perfect form, yet after another year they gradually fade from their peak.

Two years is a rather extreme limit; after two years, horse girls who contend in GI-level high-intensity races often begin arranging their retirement ceremonies, and the following years need not be mentioned—that period is usually not anticipated.

Even if after graduation one can break the prohibition, access other source-energy cultivation, magic elixir elevation, battle pattern strengthening, etc., techniques that could make one's physique stronger and running speed faster, ultimately there is no chance to step onto the official racetrack organized by the Association.

Although there are also some relatively private or crowdfunded races that welcome retirees, ultimately they cannot enjoy the attention and longing of youth.

And now, for the Golden Tyrant, her Ancient Horse Year has just passed one year.

And that Noble Lady, who only secured the leading position in the previous Classic Year, is still midway through this year's Classic Year before the new king is decided; moreover, she is in the phase of the Ancient Horse Year where her reputation rises most rapidly, and she is relying on this drive to greatly surpass that archrival-like Extreme Peak, stepping onto the so-called 'Retirees' Battleground'.

Challenger, her self-definition is very clear.

In fact, she is indeed the participant with the shallowest experience in this competition.

Even though she barely qualified for the Dream Cup roster by relying on this year's Spring Ancient Horse double crown, appearing like the most dejected Sirius Symbol in the whole field, she is already a horse girl at the end of her career, a repeater who is three grades above the Noble Lady plus a bit, and her participation itself has been called a late bloomer by many media, with her popularity also skyrocketing.

And all of this is merely what coming to compete in the Dream Cup brings.

Regardless of winning or losing, being able to compete itself is a qualification proof; future historical records of the Dream Cup will also have your name on them, which can be said to be a leap from the T4 sewer in people's eyes to the T1 tier, and if you achieve a good ranking you might even touch the edge of the T0 tier.

But that is obviously unimportant to the Sirius Symbol, and she also knows that the other competitors on this field basically share the same idea.

Compared to nouns, what matters is to catch up to, and even surpass, the person who has long occupied the heart.

The Dream Cup, long called the 'Retirees' Battleground,' also has another nickname that is slightly less agreed upon but still widely spread:

'Place of Fate's End.'

"That being the case, I think the Dream Cup should have a presence in the Manor."

Paying no heed to the little Rainbow Snake coiled beside the railings, the rare gathering of the Three Goddesses gazes upon the intense racetrack where a storm is kicked up in the field, even grass scraps able to fly a hundred meters high.

This is hard to see even in the Ancient Horse Year's racetrack; relying solely on running, it seems able to alter the terrain, shake the atmosphere, and thus turn the originally clear sky into turmoil, with condensing and breaking dark clouds continuing in a magnificent spectacle—if it were said to be caused merely by running, it would likely be hard for otherworldly people to accept.

Like Mr. Bi, who likewise qualified to be on-site thanks to his good brothers' support, he has already opened his mouth wide, appearing as if he previously thought horse races were version 0.214, and now finally witnesses the shock of version 2.15.

As for what the Cyber Mercenary beside him thinks about the shockwaves the horse girls' running produce being greater than his own work's firepower destruction, it's no longer worth asking.

On this field where each competitor stares at another certain player, caring more about throwing someone behind them before thinking about placement, it resembles a reenactment of a scene from not long ago.

An overly uniform perfect start.

Constantly entangled pursuit.

An excessively rapid speed increase.

——This should have been a racetrack that makes everyone frown and spreads worry, yet because of the full M-length course and its participants basically being unable to be limited by conventional speed, it is filled with uncertainty.

How should we judge?

Is it out of control or still according to plan?

In past years, there would always be some folk savvy guy who, like a random immortal, could effortlessly pull out analyses of situations that commentators couldn't explain, but today, but now……

Someone who has watched dozens or even hundreds of years of races still can't utter a sound.

Of course, it's also hard to guarantee that watching too much and being too old doesn't lead to putting on airs, making it difficult to voice an opinion one isn't certain about.

"After all, this time is closer to battle than any previous one, right?"

The Rainbow Snake lying its head on the railing spoke slowly.

Gazing afar at the cornering technique, compared to the horse girls, its momentum resembles that of a C-rank or higher mercenary combat scene; as the trainer of four of them, he is naturally not shocked by this scene, after all, unlike most experience-based spectators, he is a reasoning faction.

As long as one reviews enough Ancient Horse races and Dream Cup recordings, it's not hard to extract sufficient information to accept this scene before one's eyes.

Even the running of those other fourteen horse girls can likewise be processed by him according to Luna and Qianming's performances and the information he personally investigated and gathered, yielding noteworthy inferences; right now it happens to be confirmation, precisely the moment to see whether those idols' judgments are accurate and their strategies consistently executed.

"Under such running, I even suspect that the Manor's monsters will be shaken open by the howling air currents."

Never mind whether that thing will show up; even if it does, isn't it just a roadside strip?

Even if the evil entities spawned from the Negative Energy Field, whose fate is linked to the horse girls', can be strengthened to varying degrees according to the players' mental states, this suddenly heightened leg strength is not a level that the Manor, as the beginning and middle of various legends, can withstand.

Heavens, at this moment the racetrack trampled by the horse herd is already earth split and grass torn.

Although the track, slightly heavier due to some water accumulation, should have been a hindrance to the horse girls' running ability, it actually became a vivid display of how horribly everyone destroyed the track—the conspicuous footprints, cracks, and bare dirt holes without grass look nothing like being run over by horse girls.

Rather, it looks as if dug up by some monster juvenile.

"The point is, the Manor racetrack also has the title 'Place of Resistance and Proof,' right?" Dali Arabian was somewhat speechless.

She certainly wouldn't mind that the track can't withstand battlefield-level devastation; after all, any first-rate racetrack inherently possesses corresponding repair functions and even adaptive strengthening functions. While those horse girls are still running in the early stages, the mid and late sections of the track have already been silently infused with multiple construction agents that make the soil and turf more solid.

She merely, as usual, being at odds with Aomo Lindun, meanwhile looked toward the massive projection representing the competition system.

"Speaking of which… aren't you going to help?"

She sensed the chaos belonging to the Electronic Data Realm.

Those criminal organizations that joined the battlefield one after another could also be considered, in some sense, "roughly similar in the eyes of criminals"; instead of going to the scene, they rushed to the internet, not only bringing chaotic trouble to the actions of the Light Chasers Club side, but also keeping those digital beasts, net police, and the long‑inactive super special agent Jie Si Ti Si and others busy nonstop.

Such a scene of light, viewed from outside, was obviously just as chaotic as the battlefield on the field, with no clear superiority or inferiority.

But she at least had a moon‑patterned rainbow snake beside her, which would prove, with its usual displeasing sigh, that it was not the abyssal Hei'an of an unilluminated heaven and earth.

"Broken data can repair adhesions; even a cross‑useless law enforcement operation—what good is helping?"

"Rather than looking at that ordinary digital battlefield, it's better to watch the Saichang that heralds a new age."

"New age…" Gaoduofen chewed on the word, lost in thought.

"Although I'm still just a trainee with less than a year's experience, I still have confidence to assert a fact: after this battle—the record standards of the Dream Cup will rise again."

"Anyone with eyes could see that, so why put on a tone that sounds so impressive?"

"Shouldn't every expansion of heaven and earth not be taken lightly? Goddess. What do you think will happen when the classic Triple Crown and the Dream Cup are raised together?"

"…"

"From beginning to end, a brand‑new chapter opened in 614."