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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
705 Chs

Chapter 50: Breaking the Defense

Chiliarch Alaric sat on the ground, silently staring at the nearby Bridgehead Fortress.

One after another, Herder warriors climbed over the camp walls and disappeared from view.

No one knew what was happening on the other side of the low earthen wall, they could only see puffs of gunsmoke rising and the only sounds reaching their ears were the piercing screams and wails.

A few blood-covered Herders crawled out from within the walls, and others by the trench began to run back, a defeated Tulu among them.

Alaric waved his hand, and another Tulu ran towards The Styx, yelling as he went.

Behind Haug Koda, more than a hundred heavily armored Herder warriors likewise sat on the ground.

They were gathering their energy, waiting to strike the final blow.

...

The desperation of the Paratu People inside the West Camp grew.

The savage Herd Barbarians piled corpses to climb the walls, eight centurions took turns in the fight, not giving the defenders any chance to breathe.