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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 · Fantasy
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134 Chs

Chapter 25: Close Quarters Combat

Translator: 549690339

Jumping from the brightly-lit open deck into the dimly-lit cabin, Winters couldn't see anything at first. Fortunately, no one took this opportunity to ambush him.

Only when his eyes adjusted to the darkness did he realize that the Good Fortune had apparently divided the lower deck into several areas.

Winters was used to wielding a two-handed sword, and only being able to grip the sailor's knife with one hand made him feel a lack of security. He drew his dagger again and, imitating the admiral's style, held blades in both hands as he explored into the darkness.

A heavy thud came from behind – Winters tensed and turned, ready to swing his knife, but the person who had jumped down said, "Wait, it's me."

The light filtering in through the hatch was too dim to see clearly, but Winters recognized the voice all too well – it was Bard.

"Let's go up together," Bard said, following him in a low voice.