The Anti-Technology Magic Formation only needed an extremely high concentration of magic power for all technological weapons to become scrap. At the very least, Heat Weapons would fail, and the operation of Steam Engines and Internal combustion engines might also cease to function.
Essentially, this meant that it was normal for there to have been no technology in the past, because it had been suppressed.
Regarding the old claim that Black powder was garbage, Lynn now had a new understanding.
Was it possible that the ancients actually weren't stupid?
They knew Black powder could be used.
But was it possible that, back when magic power concentrations were high, Black powder was merely... a commoner's toy?
Such a thought surfaced in Lynn's mind.
After all, in the physical world of Blue Star, military bows started at sixty pounds.
But here, what?
You couldn't even draw a one-hundred-and-twenty-pound bow?
Sorry, get lost and join the cannon fodder ranks—the spearmen over there.
Lynn did not dwell too deeply on any of this.
Because he was, at the very least, not that kind of traditional transmigrator protagonist.
The kind who transmigrated and built industry, had a powerful wife, was himself just an ordinary man, and relied entirely on knowledge to develop.
Lynn possessed a physique and soul with absurd Magic Affinity.
There was no one left in the temporary office.
So Lynn went to inspect the enemy's weapons—the spoils of war.
First were the guns. Rimmed cartridges—they had figured that out.
The gun designs imitated Lynn's First Generation rifle design. Many of them were copies.
They used five-round box magazines, though, so they had not gone down the wrong path. They even used Spitzer bullets, made with medium-carbon steel.
After firing a few hundred rounds, they were done for—the rifling had been worn smooth.