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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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Chapter 106: The Final Assault

Both the Venetians and the Tanilians could clearly feel it—the final moments were approaching.

The grueling siege was a tremendous torment for both attackers and defenders; everyone longed to see the end of it all, yet they also feared the arrival of that final moment.

The battlefield was quiet for the first time, the previous night's unceasing thunder of cannon fire had quieted for the first time. But everyone understood that this brief calm foretold the spilling of more blood.

Grindstone met sword and sparks flew, as the Venetians sharpened their weapons over and over again. The musketeers were also meticulously grinding their lead bullets so they would fit snugly into the barrels of their guns.

Upon the walls, the garrison busied themselves in frantic preparation, tirelessly moving stones, sulfur, bundles of arrows, and barrels of pitch to the ramparts through the night.