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

"Leave it to Father Kaman," Moritz repeated unchangingly: "And there's that lion anyway."


While they were speaking, the sound of hooves like hailstones piercing through the sandstorm reached everyone's ears, getting louder and clearer.


"Musketeers!" Pierre ran towards the direction of the hoofbeats, holding a spear, and bellowed: "My position! All units, prepare!"


The members of the delegation equipped with muskets moved in order to face the incoming cavalry, each finding a suitable firing position and carefully opening their powder pans.


The sandstorm was too powerful; some of the powder in the pans was instantly blown away.


"Don't panic! Reload!" Pierre suppressed his urge to curse out loud: "Cover the pan with your cloaks!"


Others quickly took off their cloaks and even outer garments, helping the musketeers block the windblown sand.


Herders are not deaf; they too heard the thundering hoofbeats.


Chapter 38: The Hunt (9)_2