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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
751 Chs

Chapter 18 Funeral and Militia

The night before, the young men had dug the grave. It lay in the cemetery of the Wolf Town Church, right next to the resting place of other old Dusacks.

At this moment, those young people who were born and raised here after their parents had settled in the land, were standing behind the grave with shovels, waiting to fill it back in.

A few pine boards and a handful of iron nails made up the old Hunter's coffin. Winters, Gerard, and two other old Dusacks carried the casket all the way to the graveyard.

They placed the casket next to the grave and stepped aside. There were unexpectedly many people who came to see Ralph off, not just Dusans from Dusa Village, but also villagers from the east and west sides of the river. Even Protestants from Nanxin and Beixin, villages far from the town center, had made the journey to attend the funeral.