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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 93: The End (Part 4)

Within less than three minutes, Winters, who charged at the forefront, had already been struck countless times.

His instinctual swordsmanship allowed him to subconsciously dodge vital points, yet he still inevitably grew sluggish and numb.

He used spells without any reservation, reaping lives like a legendary court mage.

He no longer used the Iron Melting Technique or other formidable spells, all his "magic" was focused on the most efficient and most practiced spell—Arrow Flying Spell.

He triggered the Arrow Flying Spell almost against the target's forehead, leaving no chance for error or avoidance.

Though outnumbered, the Paratu People seemed to be subtly overpowering the barbarians with a do-or-die attitude.

With everyone packed tightly together, the barbarian gunners were afraid of hitting their own and dared not shoot.

The barbarians realized this too, and a voice desperately shouted, "[Herde Language] Don't be afraid! Fire! Kill them all! Shoot that leader!"