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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 43: Formation of Chariots_3

Only the militiamen who had initially been rounded up into the wagon fort still dared to fight the Herders, the spearmen fiercely jabbing at people and horses, while Dusack hacked away with his saber without any technique.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska and Lieutenant Montaigne, dressed in officer uniforms, were the most obvious targets.

Winters leaped onto the top of the wagon, as a Herder cavalryman screamed and thrust his long spear towards him in a charge.

"Thud!"

Winters killed the man with a spear thrust, at this distance there was no need to aim.

Seeing this, another Herder charged forward to avenge his comrade.

"Thud!"

Winters's revolver was double-barreled.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska swung a heavy halberd in a fierce battle cry, besieged by three Herders and in grave danger.

"You stay here," Winters said, tossing the revolver to Xial in the carriage, himself gripping a spike in his left hand and a military saber in his right, leaping down from the wagon.