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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 96: The End (Part 2) - 7

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The White Lion may have had other plans, but Colonel Bod did not mind, he too only desired to stall for time.

After this brief encounter, the White Lion did not immediately launch an attack. But whether he attacked was his business, the Paratu People were leaving.

Upon returning to the fortress, Colonel Bod set about arranging the retreat without delay, "Blow up the ammunition depot! Leave all the torches behind! Light everything that can be lit! The flags... take all the flags. Right! Draw two fake flags and hang them up!"

Winters stood on the south wall of the fortress, quietly gazing at The Styx.

It was hard for him to discern whether anyone was crossing the bridge—because the moonlight was too dim.

Although he could make out ant-sized objects moving on the bridge, that did not mean the bridge was open; it could very well be the engineers building it.

From the vantage point of the Southern Highlands, one could clearly see the Paratu camp.