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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 · ファンタジー
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Chapter 100 The Crow is Singing_2

Accompanying the cannon fire was the task of filling in the trenches.

Antonio and Layton had chosen two points of attack on the eastern and western sides of the city wall, both identified as weaker sections of the wall from intelligence reports.

Each legion was responsible for one direction of attack, tasked not only with destroying the wall but also with filling in the trenches at these locations.

Amid the loud shouting of Captain Hoffman, the defending troops hurriedly ran up to the city wall, and the sentries on the ramparts screamed with all their might, "The triangular fort! They're coming from the triangular fort!"

A large number of soldiers pushing carts poured out from the triangular fort occupied by the Venetians; they rushed into the trenches, filling them with soil and wood from their carts.

"Shoot them! Shoot them!" Captain Hoffman on the city wall roared, snapping his stunned subordinates out of their daze.