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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 48 Attack and Defense_2

The prayer ended, Winters buttoned up his pendant box, gently pressed it against his forehead, and carefully placed it back around his neck.

Miles away in Sea Blue City, Anna Navarre woke up from a dream with tears unexpectedly sliding down the corner of her eyes.

By noon, the Herders' third onslaught had been repelled. But they didn't retreat far, setting up camp just two hundred meters away to regroup.

More than a dozen wagons lay within thirty steps of the western wall of the camp, riddled with bullet holes and arrows.

The anti-cavalry stakes on the west side of the camp had been yanked chaotically out of the ground by Herd Cavalry with lassos.

The Herders even dragged away the stakes they had pulled out, denying the Paratu People any chance to replant them.

The central wooden hut of the camp was turned into a medical station, where seriously wounded Paratu People were brought in for treatment, while the lightly wounded were tended to at their posts.