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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 97 Ashes

Click, click.

The sound of a fire sickle striking flint.

Fireless ashes burned once more, and Winters awoke from his coma.

His body throbbed with a heavy dull pain, he struggled to open his eyes but his vision was nothing but a blur.

Blurred vision, blurred consciousness, he smelled a whiff of a pleasant milky fragrance.

Winters' nostrils flared, and in his foggy state he thought, "Could heaven truly exist? And it smells like milk?"

His sight gradually returned, and a strange object came into clear view: it was a wheel made of dozens of fine spokes, covered with a cloth that faintly let light through.

Truly bizarre.

Soon, Winters' cognitive ability gradually returned, and he began to think.

He concluded that this place was not heaven—unless God also lived in tents!

What seemed to be a wheel was clearly the dome of a tent, he was lying inside a felt tent.

Winters instantly became alert, he moved his body, trying to observe his surroundings.