"Not only when you're in a relationship, you should also think about Descartes when you're drinking."

"If you like philosophy so much, why don't you spend time with philosophy?"

"You're a favored concubine, why don't you marry an emperor and live in the imperial harem?"

In short, it was intense.

The fighting was intense inside the cockpit, and it was intense outside as well.

"Enter the sandy area!"

"Sylvia's Speedster motorcycle immediately activates its second form, widening its wheels, and its speed remains undiminished even on the sand!"

"As expected! The Ship of the Desert has begun to accelerate! Equipped with the {Sandstorm} series power reactor from the Kingdom of Star, it can convert the energy of sand into power. As you can see, it's accelerating very quickly!"

"We're almost catching up with the second tier!"

"The second tier is very close, with Tyrant, Wind Chaser, Rocket, and Light Chaser all being top-tier racing mechs!"

"We've caught up! The Ship of the Desert has easily caught up with the second group. As expected of the King of the Desert!"

"It's still accelerating, it's still accelerating!"

"The Buss Sands are the only sandy area on the entire track, and this is its only chance. Can it seize it?!"

"Its target is Sylvia!"

"Its target is Sylvia!"

"Ah! What a pity!"

"The Tyrant Beta, ranked second, suddenly unleashed its devastating power, smashing the rear of the Desert Ship with unparalleled ferocity..."

"Oh no! The Wind Chaser seized the opportunity and, with a perfect furnace explosion and an extreme cornering maneuver, overtook Tyrant β and moved into second place!"

"But a furnace explosion would cause the power furnace temperature to rise too high for a short period of time, and then... What? The Wind Chaser didn't slow down! It maintained its speed!"

"Modified! It's modified! My God, it even has three power reactors! Referee, these are weapons, these are explosives! How can such a racing mech be allowed on the track!"

"The rocket is accelerating too! They want to create some distance between themselves and this unreasonable mech while the Tyrant is dealing with the Desert Ship!"

"But there are explosives ahead! Are you sure you want to go? A rocket?!"

"The rocket's thrusters are starting to store energy; it's going! It's saying it's going! It's accelerating!"

Suddenly, a white mech, leaving a trail of white light, rushed forward.

"It's a spotlight!"

"It surpasses rockets! It's on par with tyrants! And it's still accelerating! And it's still accelerating! The Light-type Power Reactor is the best in the world!"

"Damn it, the Wind Chaser suddenly swerved and cut in front of the Light Chaser, blocking it! Damn Wind Chaser! Damn modified car! Holy crap, holy crap, the Light-type Power Reactor is the best!"

"The tyrant seized the opportunity and rammed through! Ah, the spotlight flew off the runway!"

"I******"

"Hopefully, the Light Chaser will have a chance to return to the track. Okay, after a brief and intense confrontation, the other mechs no longer dared to overtake rashly. The Wind Chaser and the Tyrant have reached an unspoken understanding."

The extreme speed made Li Qianxia's adrenaline surge.

Beatrice's following, drifting, seizing the opportunity, and advancing to second place made her so excited that she stood up.

"That's amazing, Bea!"

Bea Triss was also very excited; she had never been so bold or uninhibited before.

Things I used to think were impossible, I can actually do easily if I just put life and death aside.

"But which of these two mechs will survive to the end? Would the Tyrant dare to ram the Wind Chaser, which is equipped with three power reactors? And would the Wind Chaser dare to let the Tyrant ram it?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this no-rules tournament could be deadly!"

After hearing the host's words, Li Qianxia, ​​who was in high spirits, quickly asked, "Beiya, will something go wrong? Why don't we let the Tyrant go first, and we'll follow it and overtake it at the very end!"

"Then there's no chance of winning first place!" Bea Triss's eyes were fixed on the only green light in front of her.

When the green light shrouds the lake, it seems so close you could almost touch her; when it's clear, it seems so far away you're about to disappear.

"If... if I could surpass her..."

After breaking through the sand, the track winds through the mountains, and beyond that, there's a bridge track over a large river.

It was already midnight. Unlike the night in Pella, there was no moon tonight, only a sky full of stars.

The silent, twinkling starlight filled the entire dark night sky, like a silent wind chime.

The wind chasers swung back and forth, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes crashing down, fiercely battling on the track.

Li Qianxia was sometimes excited, sometimes exclaiming in surprise, and sometimes shouting urgently.

Radio broadcasts described Aznavur's off-road vehicles dominating the scene, as described by two commentators.

As dawn breaks.

The off-road vehicles broke apart from the mech group and chased after them like arrows.

"They've caught up! After a night of fierce competition, Aznavur has started to exert his strength and has caught up with the second group!"

"The chasing light was overtaken, the rocket deliberately avoided it, and no one dared to stop the Empire's fastest man—A.Z.Na.Wul!"

"The Wind Chaser is in danger. The Tyrant, who has tried many times in one night but failed each time, and Aznavul, who has fought his way out, are both eyeing it!"

"Are you determined to fight to the death, or are you slowing down and giving way? Wind Chaser, tell us your answer!"

This is the Imperial Ranch track.

The straight highway stretches to the horizon, flanked by vast and rustic pastoral landscapes of the capital city.

Bea Triss had seen a documentary about the Imperial Ranch Circuit and remembered one of its promotional slogans.

{Across the vast fields, a straight highway stretches to the horizon, heading east, east, east, where pilots and mechs will reach their own ends of the earth.}

baimengshu.

call!

call!

Two whistling winds came from the left and right as Tyrant and Aznavul approached simultaneously, the three mechs moving side by side.

This is the last chance; only the winner will be qualified to compete with Silvia for the championship.

The rising sun dyed the sea of ​​clouds pink and gold, and four or five straight beams of light shone out from the clouds, making it seem as if the end of the world was right here.

It was another early morning.

Bea Triss recalled the mech that had died kneeling.

Would you rather die than surrender?

But its unwavering spirit, fighting to the very last moment, was for protection.

If I were to remain defiant to the death, it would only be my own willfulness, and I would only bring about the deaths of Xia, Zhou, Lan, and Yao, who have always protected me. I would be letting down the warriors who have sacrificed themselves along the way.

As a princess of the duchy, the only thing she could do was use her one and only body to stand between her beloved homeland and the war.

Bea Triss slowly released the pedal, and the three roaring power plants began to reduce their power.

"They've slowed down! The wind chasers have slowed down!"

"Open the hatch."

Bea Triss jolted and stopped raising her foot.

Li Changzhou stood up behind her.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, placing his hand on the driver’s seat. “You just need to move forward, and we’ll take care of the rest.”