Yin Zidian

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...

Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

The sound of hooves thundered, and a succession of warhorses splashing through water came from behind, making the Terdun people by the fence believe some noble was eager for glory.


A few members of the Terdun Cavalry cursed in fury and desperation, but before the words had fully escaped their mouths, they turned into shrieks of alarm.


For they saw a chestnut warhorse floating on the surface of the water like Pegasus, charging toward them with irresistible force.


More and more riders emerged in quick succession from the bushes on the riverbank, their warhorses seemingly unable to sink into the water, storming toward the Terdun people from the side and rear.


Those besieging the fence tasted once more the classic Anvil Hammer Tactic.


"Ура!" Anglu roared, his blade rose and fell, slicing off half a head—the victim never even realizing what happened.


Equipped with felt breastplates, the red-maned horses charged through the Terdun lines, not slowing in the slightest.


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