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 · Fantasie
Zu wenig Bewertungen
756 Chs

Chapter 110 Already Victorious, Currently Winning, Marching Towards New Victories_3

The handkerchief was sprayed with perfume, making the carriage unusually fragrant.

Winters helplessly said, "Once this helmet is on, no one can tell if it's a human or a ghost inside. If there really is something popular, it's just this armor. If you wear this and take a turn in the square, you'll definitely get more attention than I do."

Anna laughed with a snort, placing the neatly folded handkerchief in Winters's hand, "Alright, alright, keep these handkerchiefs. When you're old, you can reminisce about your glorious days with them."

"Do I need them?" Winters felt both annoyed and amused, "I'll show you a magic trick."

Having said that, he placed the helmet on Anna's head and, clutching the handkerchief, stuck his hand out of the carriage window, focusing his mind.