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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 6 Hunter_2

"Wait." Winters's spirit lifted, interrupting the old hunter, "You found footprints?"

"Yes, sir."

Then why are you talking so much nonsense? Winters couldn't help but criticize inwardly, immediately commanding Hunter Ralph, "Where? Take us to see!"

Under the guidance of the hunter father and son, Winters, Gerard, and Sergei advanced deeper into the forest.

This was truly a place where few people tread; the deeper they went, the quieter and more profound the forest became. Not even the chirping of birds and insects could break the endless silence of the forest; only the rustling of leaves as the wind brushed through them could be heard.

Looking back, Winters could no longer discern the path they had taken to come here.

But the hunter father and son were as familiar with this forest as the backs of their hands. Hunter Ralph, who appeared to be at least forty years of age, strode with vigor through the woods, quickly locating the spot he remembered: "This is it!"