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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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760 Chs

Chapter 25 Short-Armed Combat_2

As soon as the words had left his mouth, Winters felt someone grab his left leg, and Bard was tackled to the ground by three oarsmen. At that moment, another pirate charged at him from the front.

The last bit of pity in Winters' heart for these oarsmen was crushed by rage. He too became ferocious, switching his dagger from his right hand to his left, and viciously stabbed it into the neck of the oarsman holding his leg.

He reminded himself that he was on a battlefield, and this time he didn't just stab down, he mimicked Major General Layton's move—a stab, followed by a brutal twist.

An irreparable, destructive wound appeared on the oarsman's neck right away, his artery and tendons directly pierced and shredded. In agony, the oarsman covered the wound and let go of Winters' left leg.