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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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711 Chs

Chapter 79: One and a Half Spells

The sky was still dark when the vanguard troops set out.

Two standing army battalions and another of militia led the way, with Jeska's battalion doubling as the supply and rearguard units, and a company of Piaoqi cavalry providing support—such was the full strength of the vanguard.

Their responsibility was to confirm the route, construct camps, clear any potential enemies, and prepare in advance for the arrival of the main force.

The sun had not yet risen, so it was very cold, cold enough to make one's chest tremble involuntarily.

Some soldiers with clever hands had sewn hats resembling helmets for themselves, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Those without needlework skills could only endure the cold, their noses, mouths, and ears all red from freezing, the white mist of their breath frosting their eyelashes.

Other soldiers cut the Herders' robes into pieces to improvise as scarves, or haphazardly found some scraps of cloth to use as bandanas.