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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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Chapter 95: Finale (Continued) - Part 3

"That's it!" Caman also roared.

Winters's vision went dark, and he collapsed stiffly to the ground.

In a daze, he heard Caman chanting, "[Ancient Language] O my Lord, forgive us our sins, lest we fall into the fires of Hellfire..."

Struggling, Winters got up and walked over to the operating table.

He saw Caman clutching the holy emblem tightly, reciting the scripture in a trembling voice, his face deathly pale.

He witnessed Andre's wounds healing at a rate visible to the naked eye, with new flesh budding where muscle had been torn by lead and broken skin gradually knitting together.

"I understand it all now, no wonder you know medicine, no wonder you are skilled in surgery." Winters's head buzzed, "You... you're a Divine Arts practitioner!"

Caman looked exceedingly tired, and he wrapped Andre's healed wound with a bloodied gauze, "Did I ever say I was not?"