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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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711 Chs

Chapter 26 The Boat Song

The sun was setting, and the Bandit Gull had unfurled its sails and resumed its journey.

The sailors who had escaped death were happily singing songs, wiping the decks, and tending to the ropes, as if the bloody boarding battle just hours earlier had been an illusion.

But the newly installed swivel gun at the stern castle's top deck had not been removed.

By the side of the swivel gun, Winters, Bard, and Andre sat on the deck, leaning against the railing, lost in thought.

The excitement from their first battle had passed, and the rationale that had been clouded by bloodlust restored.

Recalling the battle, other than a sense of pride, the three ensigns felt nothing but relief and confusion, as well as nausea induced by the gruesome memories of close combat where flesh was torn and viscera spilled.

"Eh, I always feel like what we did wasn't right," Bard sighed deeply. He did not specify what it was, but there was no misunderstanding between Winters and Andre.