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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasy
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756 Chs

Chapter 15 Deathmatch_3

"It shouldn't have gone far!" the old Hunter shouted encouragement to everyone.

Following the blood and signs of destruction, a group of riders, each armed, carefully searched the wooded area.

The bear's movements seemed to be slowing, staggering; the trihedral spearhead made the wound difficult to close, and instead of diminishing, the blood trail in the forest was actually increasing.

However, the dense vegetation seriously hindered the riders' progress, and it was extremely easy to lose sight, inevitably causing the team to stretch out.

The normally peaceful forest now felt exceptionally dangerous in the hearts of everyone.

"Sir! Look! Someone made a mark!" Ralph suddenly pointed to a freshly exposed tree trunk.

"There might be militiamen ahead of us chasing that thing." Winters took the firelock out of the saddlebag, "Keep chasing!"