Magic Industrial Age

East of Auckland City, dozens of miles away.

Two low mountains undulate, separated by a large iron gate. Beyond the iron gate is a spacious plaza, with the Habsburg Empire's eagle flag flying high.

There are neatly built houses, a huge racecourse, rows of stables, a well-equipped shooting range, and rows of dark magic-powered cannons.

This is the garrison of the Habsburg Empire's Seventh Mixed Legion, and also the most powerful iron fist to deal with enemies in the northeast of the empire.

At ordinary times, this place is naturally a military stronghold, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

But today, the iron gate is wide open, with honor guards lined up on both sides, and even a military band preparing nearby.

It wasn't until the sun was almost at its zenith that carriages began to arrive.

Although the styles are different, these carriages can all be described as 'luxurious,' either with strange shapes, gold embellishments, inlaid jewels, or special materials…

Some are even engraved with magical inscriptions, emitting light when running, supported by a green breeze, running both fast and stable.

It can be said that every carriage here is a work of art.

And before and after the carriages, there would almost always be a team of elite guards, mostly wearing leather armor, with their hands on their long swords, looking around warily.

Some even had fully armed knights leading the way, heavy plate armor covering their bodies, paired with full-coverage helmets, flexible iron gauntlets, and greatswords placed at hand.

In the past, on the battlefield, they were the undisputed kings.

Although there are now signs of decline, who would dare to underestimate them?

Amidst the exciting drum music, the carriages entered the military camp one after another and stopped in the square.

Thus, one by one, great figures, either noble or respected, stepped down. Although they had different appearances, they all possessed extraordinary bearing.

Some people even had eyes as sharp as lions, and with each step, they seemed to be inspecting their own territory.

Even though the Habsburg Empire was not their home field, their aura was not weak at all.

Finally, what appeared was a rare magic-powered car.

Blade-like design, black steel, four wheels rolling over, dust rising, and magic flowing, as if light flickered.

Each acceleration was a low roar, like the roar of a beast.

Rushing forward, it entered the square at a speed far exceeding that of the carriages, and then, amidst exclamations, it braked and stopped in front of everyone.

The car door opened, actually scissor doors, like open wings.

A pair of military boots stepped on the ground, polished to a shine, followed by straight military trousers and a fitted military uniform, highlighting the tall and mighty figure of the person.

This person had short golden hair neatly trimmed and combed back, a pair of gray-brown eyes, like an abyss, cold and indifferent, and a thin face, making the edges and corners more distinct.

He just stood there, and a palpable sense of oppression came over him, filled with the iron-blooded aura of corpses and seas of blood, filling the mouths and noses of every great figure.

This one was undoubtedly a cold-blooded warrior from the battlefield, the most ruthless general.

He glanced around, without even greeting anyone, and simply said, "Since everyone is here, let's start the military parade!"

With just one sentence, bugle calls rang out, adding a bit of murderous air, and a slight tremor came from the ground.

At first, it was weak, but later the movement became louder and louder, until the entire earth was shaking, and the sound of horses' hooves came like a tide.

It turned out to be a team of cavalry riding in!

They were different from the traditional heavy cavalry, not wearing heavy armor, but neat military uniforms; they didn't use lances, but slightly curved long knives, and some directly used rapiers.

As for the formation, it couldn't be considered tight, at least not the cluster charge of heavy cavalry.

Instead, they spread out their formation, galloping wildly, wrapped in the autumn wind, like a tide, waving their long knives, sweeping across.

The knife light waved, a snow-white expanse, like harvesting wheat, reaping heads.

Of course, they were just an appetizer, the cavalry that reaped the enemies at the end. What appeared again were the magic riflemen holding magic-powered rifles.

They lined up in tight formations, marching forward in a regular step, seemingly fearless and unstoppable.

In fact, they were unstoppable, because when the magic-powered rifles were raised, held level, and magic was activated, the sound of gunfire rang out.

Bang bang bang bang!

A burst of gunfire like popping beans rang out, and the set targets a hundred steps away exploded one after another.

Please note that these targets were not the inferior goods used by the Philante Magic Academy, but real humanoid targets, made of ironwood, with metal plate armor on the outside.

They simulated real knights, but under the muzzles of the magic-powered rifles, they exploded with one large or small wound after another.

But this wasn't over yet. As the team advanced, taking turns firing, in just a hundred steps, there were ten rounds of volley fire.

Then, there was no then. The targets were all in pieces, scattered everywhere, and even the metal plate armor was in pieces here and there.

This alone had already turned the faces of all the great figures present pale, some even trembling, unable to stand firmly, and some even unable to suppress their own aura, bursting out with a tide-like momentum.

But even this wasn't over!

Finally, the magic-powered cannon troops appeared. They were the smallest in number, only pushing out nine cannons.

But the dark muzzles, the bright silver magic patterns attached, the wooden wheel hubs, and the shells reflecting the cold light...

Silent and extremely oppressive, like peerless weapons.

Each cannon was controlled by a small team of five people, with two strong and powerful warriors pushing, one calibrating the direction and making fine adjustments, one loading the shells, and finally the team leader.

They were all magic riflemen who would press their hands on the magic-powered cannon at the last moment.

Then, visible magic patterns lit up, eventually converging on the moonstone magic crystal at the tail of the cannon.

Suddenly, the light shone brightly, and magic surged.

The five-person team almost uniformly took a step back, covered their ears, and opened their mouths wide.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the heavens and the earth roared, and smoke rose, and a shell had already flown thousands of meters away, creating a deep pit when it landed.

However, this shot was a bit off, at least it didn't hit the specially set target.

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It was a wall made of bricks and stones, several meters thick, with steel bars added for reinforcement inside.

This simulated the thick city walls, and it was specially built into the most defensive diamond shape, with a total of nine.

Then, soldiers calibrated the direction, adjusted the muzzle, loaded the shells, activated the magic...

This time, it wasn't just one shot, but nine magic-powered cannons firing together, shooting continuously.

Not counting the initial test shot, six rounds of shooting were carried out subsequently, firing a total of fifty-four shells.

The huge cannon fire had already made the ears of the people present buzzing and their eyes dizzy, as if the heavens and the earth were spinning, and the smoke filled the air, as if they could smell the iron and blood.

And at the target thousands of meters away, huge smoke and dust had already risen, like an endless impact outward.

Until everything settled down, looking again, where were the buildings simulating city walls, but the entire small protruding hilltop had been razed to the ground.

This was the power of the magic-powered cannon!

This was the power enough to change the mode of warfare!

In fact, making magic weapons small and exquisite is more difficult. On the contrary, these magic-powered cannons are not difficult to cast.

And this military parade can actually be viewed in reverse.

First, use magic-powered cannons to plow it once. Under such indiscriminate bombing, even the most elite army would have to die by half.

The remaining half would have to tremble and lose their fighting spirit.

Then it would be the turn of the infantry to appear, and the magic-powered rifles would be used to snipe enemies at a hundred meters. Even if there were still people who could stand, they would have to die in large numbers.

Even if luck was really good and they dodged these two rounds, they would still have to face the blades of the cavalry.

They, the absolute main force on the battlefield in the past, are now relying on their mobility to clean up the battlefield, and are also responsible for pursuing and suppressing the remnants of the enemy, and killing them all.

This is also the reason why the Seventh Legion is called mixed. The combination of magic weapons and cavalry is a tried and tested tactic that the Habsburg Empire has verified.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is 'sharp and unparalleled'.

And the Habsburg Empire has at least a dozen more such legions, and can even form more.

And this is the meaning of this military parade. The Habsburg Empire is showing its powerful military strength.

At this time, the iron-blooded general finally spoke again. He just coldly glanced over everyone and said, "You have seen what you should see. As for how to choose?"

"I think you will make the right choice!"

"The military parade ends here. Everyone, please help yourselves."

After speaking, he got back into his magic-powered car again. With a burst of magic fluctuations and the roar of the engine, he had already disappeared from everyone's sight.

And one by one, the great figures boarded their carriages and left the military camp one after another.

Among them, there was a carriage in which a white-haired old man suddenly spoke: "Oliveira, don't rush back. Let's go to the Provence Manor."

"Yes!"

The leading guard captain responded, and the carriage immediately changed direction and headed towards Auckland City.

In Auckland City, Luo Yi didn't know that his life would be changed by the arrival of this person.

At this time, he was still strolling on Georgia Avenue, and also tasting all kinds of strange herbs.

The contest between countries, the mode of warfare under the popularization of magic, starts from this battle!