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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 32 Terror Theater_3

The bearded prisoner being beaten burst into loud laughter and even spat towards the woman.

Vashka, seeing this, flew into a rage and landed a hard punch right in the center of the bearded prisoner's face.

The prisoner was hit so hard he was lifted off his feet, his nasal bone and two front teeth breaking on the spot. Before he could spit the blood out of his mouth, another guard stuffed it full with a ripped piece of cloth.

A cheer erupted from the crowd of onlookers. News spread fast like the wind, and people already knew that the woman was the wife of a deceased man.

The people of Wolf Town, who all lived by hard labor, naturally harbored deep hatred for bandits. Coupled with sympathy for the unfortunate woman, their anger burned even fiercer.

On the short walk from the security office to the town square, stones mixed with curses flew relentlessly at the prisoners.