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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 31 Old Friend Arrives_3

"Are you drunk?" Bard couldn't help but laugh and cry at these bizarre responses. He looked up at the other end of the cell and asked, "How is Major Moritz?"

"Hmph, he's just fine," Winters said with a tinge of annoyance. "He's gone back to sleep."

Bard was even more confused, "What's wrong with you? You seem to have suddenly taken a strong dislike to the Major."

Next to Bard, Andre slept soundly with his hat covering his face.

"Stretching it." Winters pushed Bard and Andre aside and heroically lay down on the ground: "Move your butt over and make some room for me too, I'm going to sleep for a bit as well."

With the fullness from the plant fibers and the slight intoxication from the alcohol, Winters quickly entered a state between sleep and consciousness; he could still perceive the sounds around him, but his consciousness was almost in chaos, and soon he would fall into a deep sleep.