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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 · Fantasie
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711 Chs

Chapter 104 Reversal Process_2

Winters replied meticulously, "No, I am not certain that the person was a court mage."

"Then let me rephrase that." Colonel Magr touched his nose, "Did you kill a chanting spellcaster who was a suspected magic user?"

"No, the person was killed by Hurd shaman Hestas, the other soldiers present, and myself," Winters replied without wanting to overstate his role. He knew that if it hadn't been for Hestas interrupting the enemy in time, he would have been dead.

"Let me ask it another way." Colonel Magr said somewhat displeased after failing to get a conclusive answer, "How did that suspected magic user die?"

With no way to avoid it, Winters answered upright, "I pierced his head with an Arrow Flying Spell."

Colonel Magr snorted coldly and stopped asking questions. He leaned back into his chair, resting against the backrest.