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

Within the mountain path, a messenger holding a red flag hastened on horseback.


"Red flag!" The sentinel on the watchtower saw the rapidly approaching red flag from afar and shouted loudly, ringing the alarm bell: "Red flag!"


The sound of the alarm bell reached the town center ahead of the horse hooves, and the company commander of the Seventh Unit stationed in Shizhen, Li Wei, rushed to the town square.


Three warhorses frothing at the mouth stopped in the square, the leader, a blue warhorse, suddenly reared up, its hind legs buckling as it collapsed.


Amidst the gasps of the others, the messenger tumbled off the saddle, nearly crushing his left leg on the spot.


"Military orders?" Li Wei strode meteorically to the side of the messenger.


The messenger immediately reached for the saddlebag, but it had been pressed down by the warhorse, and the exhausted messenger couldn't pull it out no matter what.


Chapter 75 Storm