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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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756 Chs

Chapter 28_5

"Bravo! Bravo!" Zibeer laughed furiously, "He gets the glory, I do the grunt work, right? Is that it?"

The tent grew ever quieter.

"Order! The First Brigade continues to besiege Hammer Fort!" Zibeer bellowed, "The Second, Third, and Fourth Brigades, follow me to Revodan."

The Centurions of Vernge County were shocked.

"No!" Captain Sale—the Chief Centurion of Vernge County—blurted out in opposition to his superior in desperation, "Absolutely not!"

"And why not?" Colonel Zibeer clenched his fist tightly and retorted with a cold laugh.

Although he knew he had angered the garrison officer, Captain Sale felt he had to stop the other's foolish plan, "Sir, dividing our forces on the eve of battle is a taboo. With just the strength of our four brigades, we don't have an overwhelming advantage over the Rebels. Please reconsider!"

Colonel Zibeer's fist pounded the table, like he was hammering on everyone's hearts.