What is magic?
It is not a specific technical subject term such as "swordsmanship", "gunsmanship" or "equestrian", but a vague and ambiguous, but widely recognized collective term.
——Technology beyond ordinary people’s understanding is magic.
Ordinary people cannot understand why elemental magicians can raise flames in the palms of their hands, nor can they understand how those small tricks that induce people's hearts work, so they call it magic with a certain degree of awe.
Although the magicians themselves understand that the techniques they study cannot be summarized in such a general way, they are still accustomed to using this term in accordance with the general trend.
Steel may break if it is cooled quickly after being heated; suitable clay will not melt when exposed to water again after being fired at high temperatures. People attributed all these things that did not understand their principles to magic, and even gave birth to the belief system that animism is some kind of spirit that is invisible to the naked eye to help achieve all this.
Then they often offer tributes to their imaginary spirits and pray for everything to go well.
However, those races who know its principles and are undoubtedly far superior to humans in terms of knowledge and theory often sneer at it and ridicule it as the ignorance, backwardness and barbarism of short-lived species.
The so-called elemental magic is just a weakened version of natural phenomena caused by the use of special powers, while the so-called witchcraft and a series of psychological influence magic rely more on strong suggestion and hypnotic effects.
They have unique advantages - long lifespans and a magic pool that is far more powerful than humans. With such a huge energy reserve as a benchmark, all that is needed is to safely guide and transform them through a series of steps.
In the eyes of alien magisters who know and can skillfully use these powers, even human magicians are as ridiculous as monkeys who pick up wood with embers from the wild and howl everywhere thinking that they control the power of fire.
But they themselves are also arrogant.
Druids possess technology and knowledge far beyond the scope of human understanding, but despite this, they can only desperately resist and guard against the invasion of another world.
Precisely because of the unimaginable wisdom gathered by the human dynasty, it is impossible to shake even a little bit of existence in the face of it.
They will.
Instinctively fearful.
Because things related to the inner world are like magic in human eyes to them, ambiguous, powerful and unreasonable.
Nature has its own laws: time flows, birth, old age, illness and death.
Flowers do not skip the buds and bloom directly, and dead things cannot return to the way they were when they were alive.
But when the fairy trees bloomed everywhere on the narrow continent of Crescent Continent like eyelids gradually opening, such an unshakable truth in the world began to waver.
The virgin girl is pregnant, and the baby can speak as soon as it is born; livestock with human faces walk through unknown streets and alleys; the crops that were dead last night are now covered with golden rice ears for some unknown reason. It has to be bent into one piece.
The old man becomes a child again, the boy's hair quickly appears gray, and the healthy and plump person turns into withered bones overnight.
I don't know who caught the string of time and plucked it randomly, causing chaos in the world.
Individual cases, strange stories, folklore, nonsense - the officials of Crescent Continent concluded these reports one by one, and sealed them in the damp warehouse where silverfish crawled everywhere, and none of them were reported.
Xinjing has enough things that should cause headaches.
Although the feudal army declared to be disbanded, it did not mean that they were returning home. The major vassal kings who had strong military self-respect were unwilling to abandon the newly conquered fertile southern land and return to the cold and barren vassal land to rule. They are now dividing the northern areas of the directly-governed states from each other, and they have all sent requests for negotiation to Xinjing - —Or territorial extortion in this name.
Many of these requests conflicted with the provinces occupied by other feudal lords - after all, everyone wanted to seize the most fertile land.
They don't want to take the responsibility of starting a rebellion war, but they want to eat the fruits of victory. The vassal kings are not fools. They would make such wishful thinking because they were sure that Xinjing would regard the end of the war as hard-won, and there would inevitably be Chinese factions seeking peace among the top officials in Xinjing.
Especially the Chinese whose descendants participated in the war and were captured by the vassal area will definitely find ways to exert pressure to continue to maintain peace after receiving the documents with the tokens.
In addition, the Xia Ke Shang movement and refugee problems also plagued the central and southern areas of the directly governed states. To make matters worse, pirate attacks on the southern sea islands have become more and more serious.
The Otsuki Navy confidently went to clear out the pirates, thinking that this was just another easy expulsion. However, when they arrived and returned the letters to Xinjing's senior officials in a friendly manner, "The enemy ships have strange firearms, which can be used in August." It hit our ship a hundred meters away. It was so powerful that saw fragments of wood flew into the air along with limbs. All the sailors were either dead or injured."
This country where gunpowder was born is not without its own firearms. The People's Army has been equipped with artillery hundreds of years ago. Rumor has it that Rigar's artillery technology came from Crescent Continent. However, the Crescent Continent's firearms, just like Rigal decades ago, are more close-range cannons filled with a large number of small projectiles, which use huge noise and smoke to demoralize the enemy.
This type of weapon is generally used for defensive warfare such as defending a city. Although Kazuto's large sailing ships are also loaded on the side of the ship, they are generally used to bombard sailors on the enemy's deck at close range such as gang-hopping battles.
They had never heard of such a cannon that fired directly at the hull from a long distance. For a time, the entire navy suffered heavy losses, and even lost control of the southern seas after retreating steadily.
And if they are lucky enough to defeat and capture one, they may be able to see the "π" logo of Padrosi's new artillery factory that has not been completely filed on those cannons, which represents the word "great" in Lamani——
Its full name is 'Forged at the Parnira Naval Artillery Factory, Imperial Type 31 Bronze Cannon'.
The sailors of the Padrosi Empire prefer to call it after the name of its designer and admirer:
"Grand Duke Constantine Cannon"
The man with the same gray-blue pupils as Henry opened his fangs.
Whether it was the missionaries and scholars who were sent to Crescent Continent, or the incited vassal kings and pirates in the south, they never understood the truth from the beginning to the end.
The person who climbs the ladder may fall and get injured, but the person who built the ladder will surely make a profit without losing any money.
New technologies, new ideas and rapidly expanding ambitions need a testing ground.
And there’s no better place to test all of this than the destruction of another empire across the ocean.
The Lamanites had what they longed for, a being more worthy of faith and respect than the decadent and incompetent current emperor, the declining church power, and the selfish scholars and merchant class.
He came from the bottom and knew what soldiers and workers wanted and wanted. He is brave, tall and resolute, and shows no mercy for the good of the Empire.
A leader who could bring Padrosi back to its former glory.
And when the new dawn of the east coast empire that was always ready to move and always aggressive came quietly, the four-thousand-year-old Moon Kingdom looked like a real old man.
He once looked up at the stars and looked down at the earth. The land illuminated by the bright moonlight was so rich and peaceful.
The people read poetry and books, and the night market was full of laughter and laughter.
He also conquered those lofty beings who claimed to be superior to humans, expelled the aliens who proclaimed themselves gods from this land, and ascended the throne in the name of the Human Emperor.
But now he can no longer make any sound.
While he was still on his deathbed, his children began to carve up and fight for his dwindling inheritance and the land where chaos and darkness gradually spread.
Facts have proven time and again that there is no capable person in Xinjing today who can govern such a huge country.
The concentrated interest groups of the Chinese and the overstaffed bureaucracy, as well as the increasingly solidified nobles who pursued vanity, all severely hindered this already huge unified empire that had extremely strict requirements for work efficiency.
A strong buck will not be targeted by jackals.
The ancient Rigal-style fable briefly and bluntly explains the conditions in the current Moon Country.
It's still huge.
It has several times the population and land area of those countries in Rigar that dare to claim to be an empire.
But its people are divided.
The nobles almost wrote their extraordinaryness on their faces, while the commoners groveling was the most natural result for them.
Kazuto civilians may be proud of their hometown and fight for their hometown, but it is difficult for them to fight alongside the samurai willingly.
A nobleman who is upright, noble, full of sacrifice, and dares to be the first.
As bright and gentle as the bright moon, shining generously yet humble and silent.
Crescent Continent has never been a tolerant soil. The vibrant green here coexists with the orange-red and gray-black that represent death. Therefore, to survive here and to create an eternal empire that lasts for four thousand years, what is needed is never the whims of one or two people.
It is about the common vision between the rulers and the people.
But now this vision has been fragmented.
Which common people today are willing to follow those nobles who nod and bow only because they are afraid of the swords in the hands of the other party and the "rude request" for privileges?
At the end of May 1532, 4165 of the Great Lunar Calendar and 1532 of the Padro Silaman New Calendar, as if everything was not bad enough, the volcano in Xinjing that had been dormant for thousands of years erupted violently amid violent earthquakes.
Its black and gray embers even covered half of Fuso's territorial province.
The small white flowers that bloomed on the mountain road were filled with high-temperature embers and quickly withered. When Henry and his party arrived, the extinguished flames condensed into a terrifying black color.
Thick volcanic ash spread all over the distant hillsides and plains, and the burning smell could still be penetrated through the mask even in such a distant place.
The urban area of Xinjing is far away from the volcano, so it has not been directly harmed by the melt flow. However, it still suffered extremely serious damage in the accompanying violent earthquake. Not only the houses collapsed, but also the southeast corner of the magnificent outer city wall of Xinjing collapsed. more than half.
The group moved out of the way.
A long line of civilians who originally lived in the new capital city and refugees from the north, who could be identified by their clothing, passed by them and headed in the opposite direction.
Whether they were going to Fuso or some other place further south, no one knew.
"Ahem." "Mom, I'm hungry." "Shh, don't mention it now." Coughs and children's cries kept coming from the long queue that started at the foot of the mountain, and the crowd was so dark. As far as the eye can see, there is no end.
Most of them looked tired and vigilant, holding tightly the bags packed with all their remaining belongings. When passing a group of heavily armed foreigners, they instinctively tried to distance themselves.
Like a stubborn rock in the torrent, the group of people stopped on the side of the road, but no one spoke to them or touched their clothes.
"There are no samurai who lead the team or organize the operation." Mira said softly. Almost all of this long team were civilians. None of the samurai stationed in Xinjing who were supposed to preside over and direct the situation showed up.
"It shows that the imperial court has become so chaotic that no one can organize such a thing." The silver-haired lady said.
"It's a good thing for us to realize our plan."
