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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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155 Chs

Chapter 37 Autopsy Report

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Colonel Field, who had vomited all his bile, clearly had no mood to return to the Army Headquarters; he now smelled foul all over and just wanted to rush home for a thorough wash.

He led his black horse, and while walking, he instructed Winters, "Take these two dossiers back to the Military Police, have Morlock file them, then have him make two additional copies."

Walking back from the roadside drain to the rammed earth road, the Colonel mounted his horse, took a look at Winters, who appeared just as miserable as he, and said hoarsely, "You did well today, you've not disgraced the Army. Send the dossiers to Morlock and then head straight home, have a good wash, and get some sleep—it's been a truly tough day."

With that, Colonel Field clamped his legs against the horse's flanks, cracked his whip, and sped off, seemingly straight for home.