Past.

Usain Bolt set a world record of 9.58 seconds for humans in the 100 meters, and the fastest record for horse racing in the 100 meters was 5.98 seconds.

Generally speaking, in a 100-meter race, there is one horse, and the only one, that runs 2,000 meters in two minutes.

In other words, it is 60 kilometers per hour, 16.7 meters per second, and 100 meters is 5 seconds and 98 seconds.

This is still calculated at an average speed, and if you are sprinting with all your might, you will definitely be faster.

And his own bone horse is now on the verge of madness, and the shell is not very suitable, so it can only be said that it can barely be used.

If it is in its heyday and has its own original body, Yin Rena feels that it can easily surpass the world champion horse in her previous life, after all, it has a bit of a fantasy factor.

But now is different from the past, and the gap between the heyday and the heyday is too big.

It's too big to ignore.

Under such conditions, if you want to rush into this achievement, you can only say that you are a fool's dream.

Looking at the almost insurmountable distance, the speed is worth a second at this moment, and people feel that they are so pale and powerless.

Don't...... Did you just accept your fate?

The undead horse that fell in the distance, its slightly tilted horse's head, and the green flames that burned silently, seemed to mock the incompetent challenger.

The only difference in meters on the scoreboard is like a moat.

"Actually, we still have a chance!"

The white bone horse ran hard and said to Yin Rena.

"I can feel that I still have a strong ability, but the loss of a lot of memory also makes me forget it."

"And since the establishment of the contractual connection, I have gradually remembered that as long as I turn it on, I can definitely win."

Now it's Yin Lena's turn to be annoyed: "Then how is this thing going to be triggered?" ”

"Probably...... Want to get me stimulated? ”

"Isn't madness exciting enough?"

The soul of the white bone horse seemed to send out a speechless emoji: "It should be a soul stimulus, and it should be suitable and exclusive to you, my contractor." ”

My own way of stimulation?

For a short period of time, Yin Leina's thoughts diverged like a spider's web.

The energy of the Divine Seal, everyone has.

The stimulation of language, the impact is too weak, and the information I have is not enough.

The Holy Flame had already been sealed, but judging from the fact that Yin Reina's hand touched its forehead when it was summoned for the first time, making the White Bone Horse feel familiar, the proportion of her innate traits should be more important, and the possibility of the Holy Flame could be ruled out, because it had already been sealed at that time.

And he was born in a civilian family, and his bloodline does not match his estimates.

After the continuous transformation of the system, the composition of his own bloodline cannot be said to be a collapse, but it can also be said to be unrecognizable.

So, is it your own soul that resonates with it?

The soul of a reincarnated person?

It's a bit of a stretch, isn't it?

But now there is only this possibility, and you can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor!

How to elicit the soul requires a medium.

As a god-blood, the perfect combination of the Divine Mark and the Bloodline, its source blood, just like the Bloodline's, contains part of its own soul, and may be able to use its own source blood as a medium.

It's worth a try.

With a cautious attitude, Yin Rena glanced behind her, and Gugu was already a kite in the sky, and she couldn't notice it.

Then you can do it with confidence!

"I don't know what your name is, but for now, let's take a gamble!"

After the idea was conveyed, Yin Rena directly raised her palm and raised it to her lips, revealing her sharp fangs, her expression resolute and full of courage.

The fangs pierced into the belly of the thumb, and with a flick of the head, he bit through the epidermis, and the breath of blood was instantly exposed to the air, and poof, the scarlet blood that smelled like elixir jade dew in some creatures drew a blood line with the wind.

Yin Rena leaned forward with great effort while raising her arm to the forehead of the Bone Horse......

Under the control of his own nerves, the blood core suddenly contracted, and time seemed to slow down by a second.

This time, Yin Rena stripped a part of her soul into it.

That process was even more uncomfortable than a thousand cuts.

It was a pain from the soul.

At this moment, Yin Leina's cheeks were already covered with cold sweat, and the weakness in her eyes could not be concealed.

But it eventually precipitated from the tiny pores of the blood nucleus and gathered together to become a sizable drop of source blood.

passed through thousands of blood vessels, came to Yin Leina's thumb, and came from the body to the outside of the body through the bite out.

The weight of the source blood is much heavier than normal blood, and even under such wind pressure and turbulence, it is still adsorbed on the finger belly, and it is as immobile as a mountain.

As soon as the thought moved, it dripped straight down, dripping in the very center of the bone horse's forehead.

When it splashed, it looked like a blood-red plum blossom in full bloom.

At the moment when the white bone horse came into contact with the source blood, the soul inside seemed to be attracted to each other with the soul of the white bone horse.

In the flame of its soul, it seemed to see an incomparably familiar figure on the other side of the invisible river......

A white and flawless long dress, long gray hair, her face could not be seen clearly, only the gentle hooked corners of her mouth, which always touched her immature soul at that time.

"Wake up, Marengo, your new master needs you."

"What about you? Where are you now? ”

The mysterious woman just shook her head slightly: "Don't look for me, because I'm always with you." ”

Memories of unknown origin, or remnants of souls, come to an end.

Marengo's mind returned, but the memory just now seemed to be gone, and all that came to mind was his name and the stunt that made him famous.

"O new master, my name, Marengo, the wind of slaughter on the battlefield, hereby restore the prestige of my lord, and there is no room for defeat!

”

The mature man's voice came from the white bone shell.

This time, it was not the sound of thought, but the sound of real sound, resounding in the racecourse where there was originally the sound of horses' hooves.

Then, under the shocked gaze of the undead horse, the blue flame that was burning in Marengo suddenly swelled......

Expanding almost without limits!

Expanding to the end, it spreads out to both sides, like a pair of giant wings made of flames, and the blooming fire even illuminates the entire racecourse as if it were daylight.

Even Coo, who was a kite in the air, was almost boiled by the terrifying heat, if it wasn't for Yin Rena who was pulled back to safety in time, it is estimated that he would have to be confessed here.

The heat wave swept through the lawn, burning the lawn to the ground, and the scoreboard died on the spot, even avoiding the shell of the undead horse.

The wings are given life, vibrating like an eagle flying high and the wings that are born, all the heat is turned into kinetic energy, and the last 80 meters are sprinting at the speed of light!

When Marengo overtook the undead horse, the auditoriums on both sides were shattered and reduced to decaying sawdust, disappearing from this world forever.

The huge racecourse, at this moment, only a few of them remained, and a messy land......