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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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164 Chs

Chapter 37 Autopsy Report_2

Translator: 549690339

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If that person wasn't a land force spellcaster officer, this matter would be even graver.

It would mean that either the fruits of the Magic Combat Department's research had already been stolen by outsiders who also trained spellcasters capable of using advanced spells like the Deflection Spell;

or... the dead traveler was one of those legendary court wizards who were said to use magic. But could a court wizard be killed that easily?

Winters's headache grew the more he thought about it, and he decided that unless Colonel Field asked, he would keep his mouth shut. After all, he trusted Major Moritz more than Field.

And since you don't ask proactively, my not telling doesn't count as intentional concealment.

Thoughts brought him to a mild resentment: "Weren't we supposed to discuss this in secret together? Why has Major Moritz disappeared? When I get home, I must ask Uncle if he knows where the Major is now."

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