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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 23 Colonization and Farming

The sun had just risen when the refugee camp at Qingfeng Town fell into turmoil.

Soldiers with long spears drawn in a line aggressively drove the refugees out of their tents, forcing them to assemble in the open space.

Peter Black and Peter Fisher were among them.

Bard stood on the cart in front of the open space, waiting for the refugees to gather.

In his hand, he held a flagpole. There was no flag on it, but rather it was covered with a burlap sack.

The shabbily dressed refugees stood silently, their bellies gnawing with hunger, utterly exhausted, their eyes numb.

Seeing that all the people in the camp had been brought over, Bard leveled the flagpole and slowly removed the burlap sack covering its top.

The refugees couldn't help but gasp softly.

The dirty coarse burlap was torn away.

A large emblem made of gold shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

Twelve pigeon egg-sized rubies were intricately inlaid on the emblem, reflecting a captivating halo.