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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 80 One Day _2

Jeska's squadron was an exception, because with Caman in charge of the medical tent, the injured men in Jeska's unit had already received the best care they could get.

But even so, the inevitable toll of the long and arduous journey meant that many of the wounded soldiers would not make it.

...

Winters thought for a moment, then asked Caman, "Should I send you a few more hands?"

Caman silently made a gesture of thanks.

"Fine, I'll pick a few reliable ones to send to you." Winters sipped his meat soup in small gulps and continued, "I'll take some men to dig graves in a moment, using the legion's burial rites..."

Andre burst into the headquarters, his nostrils flaring as he asked the blacksmith, "What's stewing today?"

"Horse meat," Berlion answered.

"When is it not?" Andre sighed and took a seat at the table.

Berlion served up a bowl of horse meat soup and placed it in front of Andre.