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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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715 Chs

Chapter 16 Compensation and Care

Everyone's heart was in their throats.

Since Lieutenant Montaigne had led people into the mountains, three consecutive batches of militia followed, but after that there was no news.

The families of the militia gathered at Rivereast Village, anxiously waiting for news at the edge of the woods, and all they could do was wait.

But what they got was bad news, first with Mayor Mitchell being rescued in a coma by his son, followed by one militia after another fleeing from the woods. Nearly every militia who escaped to Rivereast Village was injured.

In the descriptions of the shaken militia, what attacked them were the minions of the devil, terror werewolves as tall as mountains, and giant monsters with spikes on their backs... That thing charged into the crowd like a scythe sweeping over weeds, reaping souls away.