webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
711 Chs

Chapter 40 Mobilization_3

There were also rumors that, although it wasn't apparent on the surface, Second Lieutenant Montaigne could raise such a shout when angered that it could scare a person to death.

The origin of these stories was probably a tipsy Wolf Town militiaman who gave a colorful description of how the lieutenant had "roared and scared the notorious bandit Horse Palm Ivan to death."

Andre strode towards Bard and the others, rubbing his hands with a laugh and asked, "Berlion, what's for lunch today?"

Bard, Priest Caman and Brother Reed were sitting on the ground on a large piece of canvas.

They were all waiting for the meal, and Bard had specially made his way from the end of the convoy.

Ever since Berlion switched to duty as a service soldier, the number of people dining with Winters for lunch and dinner had been on the rise.

"The main dish is slow-cooked pork knuckle, sir," the chef replied, holding a pot. "And there's creamed vegetable soup, though the bread is from yesterday."