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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 78: Review and Re-evaluation_2

Laszlo stared at Winters, his expression still numb like that of a puppet: "I have already sent someone to ask for instructions; the two generals will handle this matter. You may leave now."

Winters was still somewhat dissatisfied, but he indeed had no say in this matter. The Colonel had used the Legion Commander's authority over him, and he had nothing to retort.

He saluted and rode away.

Walking back in a huff, Winters suddenly recalled his days in Wolf Town.

Though he had encountered dangers twice in Wolf Town, looking back now, he actually had a good time.

The folks in Wolf Town respected him; he spoke with authority, and no one second-guessed him.

Even leading the hundred-man team from Wolf Town as laborers was more comfortable than his current situation.

He finally understood why the old soothsayer would say, "A Garrison Officer, an emperor in his own right, I wouldn't trade it for a thousand households."