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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 24 Granting Fields

The troops once stationed by Ronald—now known as [the newly-formed Iron Peak County Infantry Regiment]—were led by Commander Montaigne towards the southwest of Revodan.

They marched on a country dirt road, their sight dominated by desolate wild fields.

Only Iron Peak stood solitary in front of them, like a friend.

The soldiers didn't know where they were headed, which made them somewhat anxious.

After their surrender, life had been relatively good for them. They hadn't been beaten nor starved, and no one had been executed.

So they docilely accepted the authority of the "Montaigne-stationed officers," like sheep acquiring a new master.

What else could it be? It was just someone else handing out bread.

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After half an hour's march towards Forging Village with the [New Iron Regiment], Winters saw some signs of life again.

Hence, the troop stopped in front of a small hillside.