I Created Scientific Magic

"Third squadron, fire!"

Excited shouts echoed over the city walls.

Old York hurriedly worked the bolt and mounted the adjusted scope onto the stock, picking off those nobles dressed in extravagant garb.

During the previous two rounds of shooting, he had already picked out his target, the one dressed the most flamboyantly!

"Charge... Charge!" Below the city walls of the capital, Duke Barro shouted loudly, unafraid despite the constant gunfire and the roar of cannons on the battlefield. He believed that God was protecting him, and that the expensive armor he had bought offered the best defense.

In the back of his mind, Barro could already see himself bursting into the city, slaying the false King Hattar, and placing the crown upon his head!

A thrilling excitement filled his brain, but in the next moment, his thoughts froze. A lead bullet broke through the air, piercing the Divine Barrier and shooting straight into Barro’s eye through a gap in the armor!

The power of the Divine Arts was waning, and the consciousness was rapidly peeling away. In the moment he lost consciousness, Barro finally realized that the so-called throne was nothing but an alluring mirage, and they were merely cannon fodder used to wear down the enemy.

"Perfect!" Old York, who had just claimed a head on the city wall, cheered for his exceptional marksmanship. The unlucky fellow with the ornate armor must have been some high-ranking noble, right?

That was quite a few Gold Coins in the bag!

Delighted, Old York quickly reloaded and continued to search for the next target with his scope.

Like him, there were many musketeers harboring similar thoughts; the nobles, driven by Divine Arts and desire on the battlefield, quickly fell one by one to the steady gunfire.

Although not every shooter was a sharpshooter and the nobles wore the finest of armors, it couldn’t withstand everyone being targeted by over a dozen muskets. A volley of shots would leave them riddled with holes.

The growing casualties gradually brought the hot-blooded Hebrew and others out of the influence of the Divine Arts.

After all, they weren’t easily fooled paupers. Even with the temptation of ruling a kingdom, they could not overcome the fear of death. Their charge slowed, or they simply shrank back, commanding the troops in battle...

The soldiers suffered even heavier losses. In less than an hour, over four thousand had died at the foot of the city walls, their blood dyeing the expanses of land outside the city crimson...

The continuous sounds of combat and gunfire echoed across the battlefield, occasionally accompanied by sporadic volleys of arrows which were quickly interrupted by cannon bombardments, leaving only a few stray arrows that posed little threat...

These sacrifices were not in vain; they had crossed the line of death and reached the walls. The siege ladders were set up.

The battering ram, also protected by magic, had reached the city gates under the cover of human shields but became askew after several cannon blasts.

The iron hammer struck against the city gate, producing an almost unbearable thud.

However, besides a slight trembling, the gate stood unmoved, as behind it lay a half-meter-thick concrete wall, created by Lynn and company using magic, quite sturdy indeed. It was resilient against the battering ram, and even Divine Arts would find it difficult to break through.

As the number of soldiers gathering under the city gates swelled, the Wizards standing atop the walls finally made their move. Fire, frost, lightning, rocks... a succession of magic spells crashed down, turning the entire battlefield into hell itself!

Just with this round of magical bombardment, thousands were killed or wounded, and the painstakingly constructed siege ladders and battering rams were all reduced to ashes...

After Ailoke and the others cleared the soldiers near the city walls, they ceased casting spells and left the rest to the musket squads to continue the assault.

A Wizard’s magic power was not infinite; typically, after releasing five or six spells of the same level, they would find themselves in a state of spiritual power exhaustion. Considering that the Divine Mages had yet to directly enter the battlefield, they couldn’t afford to expend too much of their strength.

The massive casualties did not deter the rest of the soldiers; they still pressed on doggedly, as if they were blind and deaf to the agonized screams of their fallen comrades, continuing to construct siege ladders while shouting ’For the gods’...

Such auxiliary Divine Arts were greatly influenced by the depth of belief—the deeper the faith, the greater the impact!

For these impoverished commoners who had nothing, who could only rely on prayers to endure the hardships of daily life, the people on the city walls, like Lynn and the others, seemed to be the root of all evil, the cause of their suffering!

Even old York hesitated to shoot, for these people seemed like demons from hell, some even crawling to the foot of the city walls with their legs broken, scratching at the solid walls with their fingernails!

"Such a gruesome sight!" Rafael couldn’t help but sigh with a heavy heart; this was his first experience of such a large-scale war. However, he didn’t intend to act, simply watching quietly. This situation was far from requiring their intervention.

Lynn furrowed his brows, puzzled. He didn’t quite understand what Edwell was up to by sending these people to their deaths.

According to military strategy, without several times the manpower and more advanced weapons and tactics, assaulting a city was no different from giving away lives...

Even if these tens of thousands were to die to the last man, they wouldn’t shake the city in the slightest...

Edwell certainly wasn’t a brute who only knew how to assault forcibly; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been qualified to lead an army to campaign against the kingdom, commanding elite units like the Divine Punishment Army and the Griffin Knights.

"Could it be they want to use the lives of these commoners to exhaust our ammunition?" Sanchez speculated.

At these words, Rafael and the others began to worry.

The ten thousand musketeers defending the city walls consumed tens of thousands of bullets with just a few rounds of firing, with the hourly consumption starting at a hundred thousand!

They were not familiar with the process of producing lead bullets, but they noticed these were round and uniform in size, and even if the process wasn’t complicated, it surely took a significant amount of time.

"Haha, that’s nothing but a foolish fantasy! You probably don’t know how these bullets are made!" Dennis scoffed.

"Even if it’s simple, how many can one person make in a day?" laughed a senior Wizard. "Surely bullets don’t just fall from the sky, right?"

He could roughly guess the production method—it probably involved melting lead ore with high temperatures and somehow shaping them into equally sized spheres.

"No, they actually do come from the sky!" Dennis said with a strange expression.